Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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In fact, she didn't have any firm beliefs.

She was happy to believe in "gods" who could grant wishes simply by tossing a five-yen coin and praying.

But if it requires spending more real money, then I'm sorry, she has enough money to buy cosmetics and new clothes, and she doesn't have any extra to offer to the gods.

The girls chatted for a while longer until the crisp ringing of the class bell signaled the start of class. Only then did they disperse and return to their seats.

Yuki Maeda quickly sat up straight and looked toward the classroom door.

When that familiar figure appeared, she immediately called out in a clear voice, "Stand up!"

The whole class stood up in response, bowed in unison towards the podium, and said in unison, "Good morning, teacher!"

"good morning everyone."

With a warm smile on his face, Qingze glanced at the whole class and then announced a "surprise": "Although it is a bit sudden, I plan to use today's morning self-study time to conduct a math quiz."

There are twenty questions on the test paper. I hope everyone can finish them before the end of morning self-study.

Upon hearing his words, many girls in the audience did not show any nervousness on their faces. Instead, they showed a knowing smile, even a hint of smugness.

Seeing the "everything is under control" smiles on their faces, Qingze's lips curved into a deeper smile, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Alright, pass the exam papers from the first row onwards."

He had already counted the number of exam papers and handed them to the students in the first row.

The exam papers were passed from front to back like white waves.

Every girl who received the exam paper and saw the questions on it had her smile freeze instantly and then disappear.

Matsuo Yumeko looked down at the exam paper in her hand, her eyes suddenly widening.

None of the twenty questions above are the same as the twenty "key questions" she painstakingly memorized.

"W-what's going on?!"

She was filled with astonishment and subconsciously looked up at Maeda Yuki, who was sitting in the front row.

No, Yuuki-chan is so kind, she would never lie to me!

There's only one answer: the teacher changed their mind and replaced the test paper!

"Damn it... what a cunning adult!"

She inwardly cried out indignantly, "Give me back my precious holiday time!"

Then, Yumeko Matsuo could clearly sense more than a dozen pairs of eyes around her that were obviously hostile.

Matsuo Yumeko shrank back guiltily. She had no doubt that some of the girls in her class wanted to rush up and strangle her right now.

After all, the answers that were wasted on holiday time and brain cells to memorize become useless at this moment.

Qingze took in the diverse expressions of the audience and felt incredibly pleased. He smiled and encouraged them, "I saw that everyone looked so confident just now. I'm sure these questions won't be difficult for you."

Keep it up!

After saying that, he took the book with the gold label and walked to the teacher's seat by the window.

A brand-new book cover perfectly concealed the original embarrassing cover; without some disguise, he would never dare to look at such a book in front of his students.

He flipped through the pages of his book while occasionally glancing up to scan the entire classroom to prevent anyone from cheating.

Most of the girls in Class A of Grade 1 come from very wealthy or noble families.

They weren't particularly diligent or hardworking when it came to studying.

The reason is simple: most of the family businesses are taken over by male heirs, and their future paths have already been planned out; academic performance is not the primary goal.

Only a few students, like Yuki Maeda, who received tuition waivers based on their outstanding grades, appeared calm and composed during this test.

Others encountered a variety of problems.

Some scratched their heads, racking their brains, while others even started twirling their pencils, leaving the answers to the multiple-choice questions entirely to the uncertainties of fate.

Saori Hoshino appeared unusually "calm".

What math problem?

She didn't care at all, and didn't want to do it.

She only wanted to use this "precious" test time to continue writing her "masterpiece of art".

The pen tip moved swiftly across the blank space, and lines of text filled with "philosophy" and "melancholy" flowed out:

"The spires gleamed in the fog, like gilded coffin nails, pinning the night sky over Tokyo; the streetlights offered a false sense of comfort with their warm yellow glow; the benches were empty..."

After finishing writing, she was still not satisfied, so she carefully drew a Q version of herself at the end, along with a cute expression of sticking out her tongue.

She firmly believed that when the teacher saw the cute profile picture and the words she had written, he would be deeply moved by the profound and sorrowful soul she was experiencing at that moment.

There's a reason why her writing is so full of sorrow.

She hasn't eaten anything since last night.

Hunger may prevent ordinary people from concentrating on their thoughts.

But for a "philosopher" like her, hunger is a perfect source of inspiration.

The hungrier she was, the more her thoughts touched upon the essence of life, and the more she was able to write those sad and moving words.

"Now the teacher will finally acknowledge my talent, right?"

A sense of anticipation rose in Hoshino Saori's heart.

Chapter 38 Blue Label

The third period on Monday morning is math class.

Aozawa walked into Class 1A with the graded test papers in his arms and handed them to Maeda Yuuki for distribution.

Once Maeda Yuki had returned to his seat, he glanced at the audience and said in a deep voice, "Maeda performed exceptionally well in this test, winning first place in the class. Please give him a round of applause."

After saying that, he clapped his hands lightly first.

The classroom immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause, which was entirely genuine.

Yuki Maeda is very popular in her class.

After the applause subsided, Qingze changed his tone and continued, "Here, I would also like to give special praise to Yato."

She took this test with exceptional seriousness.

He paused, his gaze falling on the blonde girl sitting in the back row. "From the handwriting and problem-solving steps on her test paper, it's clear that she's really trying hard to think and complete each question."

I believe this focused and serious attitude is something everyone should learn from.

The teacher on the stage praised him sincerely.

Below the stage, Yatohime pursed her lips tightly, feeling her cheeks burning. The bright red "30 points" on the test paper in her hand was particularly glaring.

The more Qingze praised her for her hard work and dedication, the more she felt like a fool who could never learn anything.

"Stop praising me!"

She roared silently in her heart, the intense embarrassment even transforming into a faint murderous aura, causing the lines of her face to tighten.

That beautiful, almost fierce face now seemed to have truly transformed into a drawn blade, exuding a chilling aura.

Several girls who were secretly glancing at her out of the corner of their eyes were intimidated by her invisible aura and quickly looked away, sitting up straight.

"Here, I must also criticize, without naming names, some students for their extreme lack of seriousness towards the test!"

Qingze abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming stern. He tapped the podium with his knuckles, "I teach math, not Chinese! And definitely not art!"

Saori Hoshino's heart trembled at the sound of the knocking.

On her test paper was a big "0".

The chibi-style portrait she had carefully drawn in the corner was further "processed" by Qingze with his pen.

It was changed to a miserable appearance with a bruised and swollen face and spitting blood.

Although Qingze's artistic skills are quite average, the modified lines appear stiff.

But for some reason, as Hoshino Saori stared at that distorted expression, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if she could see through the clumsy scribbles the almost uncontrollable "killing intent" in Aozawa's heart as he graded the exam papers.

"Gudong."

Saori Hoshino swallowed hard and glanced guiltily at the podium.

Qingze gave her a cold look.

Hoshino Saori immediately shrank her shoulders like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on.

She forced a forced smile, a mixture of ingratiation and apology, while inwardly comforting herself: "Being misunderstood and suppressed by the world is precisely the necessary trial and tribulation for every great philosopher..."

Behind her, Yatohime continued to exude a low-pressure aura.

Qingze withdrew his gaze, said no more, and began today's math lesson.

……

Time flies by, and lunch break is here in the blink of an eye.

Qingze is having lunch in the teachers' canteen.

When the cafeteria ladies serve food to the teachers, their hands never shake, and the portions are always generous.

After finishing his meal, he went to the club building as usual.

As he walked up the quiet stairs to the third floor, he had just turned the corner when he spotted a girl standing not far from the entrance of the philosophy society's activity room.

She leaned against the cold wall, with short black hair that reached her ears. Her face was ordinary, but with healthy tanned skin, she exuded a vibrant youthful energy.

Of course, what Qingze cared about most was the clear blue label floating above the girl's head.

[A fallen nobleman].

What can this label give me?

Filled with curiosity, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, what brings you to the philosophy club entrance?"

The girl, who was lost in thought, was startled by the sudden sound. She looked up abruptly and waved her hand, saying, "N-nothing!"

She turned around instinctively.