Even with chuunibyou, let's learn together!

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Yotsuba's chubby face and energetic personality are very endearing. She is also very polite in her speech and manners, making it easy for people to have a good first impression of her. However, this is obviously useless at this time. There are no rooms available. No matter how good she is, can the front desk create a room out of thin air or kick other guests out of their rooms to make room for Yotsuba?

This is obviously impossible.

"It's really fully booked."

The receptionist looked at Yotsuba with a pitiful, hamster-like gaze and explained, "There were quite a few rooms available before it rained, but after it rained, a lot of guests suddenly came from next door, and the rooms were quickly filled up."

The two girls exchanged a glance, their faces filled with shame. They both recalled the time they had wasted in the ramen shop because of their embarrassment. If they had listened to Hayakawa and come over from the beginning, they certainly wouldn't be facing this embarrassing situation.

"Sorry…"

Yotsuba didn't dare look at Hayakawa, but instead whispered an apology beside him.

Hayakawa frowned, but didn't blame the two women. After all, lecturing them would only serve to vent their anger. The most important thing now was to calm down and figure out where to stay, otherwise he would be sleeping on the streets tonight.

Hayakawa is a calm and rational person who won't let emotions affect his judgment. Besides, he wasn't angry at all... Ever since high school, he and Furuhashi Ogata had to teach Furuhashi Ogata how to deal with the two annoying Harutakes. Then he was "bullied" by several people on the class leaderboard. Then he encountered the masterpiece "Onmyoji". Later, he taught Yotsuba, who was comparable to Furuhashi Ogata. Now his ability to control his temper and anger has reached the limit of human beings. This little thing can't break his mind at all.

"Excuse me,"

Hayakawa thought for a moment and asked, "Are there any hotels nearby that offer accommodation?"

Hayakawa's questions are broad, not just about hotels, but also some restaurants and public bathhouses that offer accommodation services, so Hayakawa simply explains everything.

"No, that's all. Our shop is the only one offering accommodation on these three streets nearby."

Without hesitation, the receptionist replied, "Go out from here and turn right. There's a small hotel at the end of three streets, but they might not be open in this weather."

"..."

How could someone who's 36 say such cold words?

Three streets? And at the end? And they might not even be open?

Can't we have some good news?

"boom!"

Hayakawa silently opened the door and observed the outside world. Suddenly, the wind blew his hair back, and his face turned red as if he had been slapped.

Hayakawa closed the door expressionlessly and drew his conclusion.

It's impossible for me to go out; I'll never be able to go out in this lifetime.

It was so difficult to walk even a few dozen meters just now. It would probably take an hour to walk through three streets. Hayakawa didn't even dare to think about what might happen in that hour.

In that instant, two images flashed through Hayakawa's mind.

The first scene shows the three people walking along when suddenly a typhoon comes howling. The thinnest one, Ichika, screams as she is sent flying into the air. Hayakawa looks at Yotsuba in alarm, only to find that she has already been "coaxed" to sleep by a stone brick that has been blown in from somewhere.

The second scene shows three people sitting side by side on a hospital intensive care unit bed, their faces contorted in agony and feeling like they're dying, receiving intravenous drips. A sign hangs on the door that reads, "Severe cold, requires three weeks of rest, and excessive mental activity is strictly prohibited during this period."

Depriving me of studying for three weeks would be worse than killing me.

Hayakawa's eyes reddened as he thought of the second scenario. If he didn't catch up on the schedule in three whole weeks, he would probably be trampled on by Natsukawa Masuzu again.

"Hahaha, is this all the effort and willpower that Emperor Hayakawa has ever shown...?"

"How cute!"

No…no! He would never allow such a future to come true.

Hayakawa narrowed his eyes, finally becoming fierce.

There are some things he really doesn't want to do, but he has no choice but to do them.

You forced me to do it.

He looked at the seemingly harmless waitress in front of him and said in a cold tone, "Please help me think of a solution."

The method was the same as with Yotsuba, but the voice was extremely cold, even giving the impression of deliberately picking a fight.

Yotsuba looked up in confusion, not quite understanding what Hayakawa was trying to do. She had just used that trick herself.

The receptionist looked puzzled. Even Yotsuba's friendly request hadn't moved her, let alone Hayakawa, that deadpan, unfriendly straight man with a blank face.

"I'm sorry, I really don't have any..."

The receptionist was about to wave her hand to refuse, but her hand froze in mid-air, and her voice stopped.

Because Hayakawa had somehow acquired a small stack of papers with human portraits on them.

"Please think of a solution."

Hayakawa placed it on the front desk, pushed it forward, and repeated it expressionlessly.

The Money Escape Technique of Fukuzawa Yukichi!

It can blind people and confuse their common sense. It is undoubtedly one of the most terrifying spells in the world. Hayakawa used it once before. It could even change the path of time, making him an adult when he was only 16, and easily enter the bar.

Now, it will create something from nothing, transforming a once-full-room hotel into an empty one.

If a road is impassable, use money to open it!

Chapter 457 Is there a ghost in the stairwell?

Hayakawa calmly presented a small stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi's coins, which was the technique he used: the Money Escape Technique.

This move is extremely powerful, but it also consumes a lot of energy, which ordinary people simply cannot withstand. For Hayakawa, this consumption is negligible, but he also dislikes using this move. He prefers to impress others with his will and achievements rather than using such unorthodox methods.

However, due to the current situation, he had no choice but to resort to this forbidden move.

"Eh?"

Ichika and Yotsuba, who were standing nearby, were both shocked. Yotsuba stared at Hayakawa in disbelief, clearly unable to accept such a filthy and cruel reality in the mind of this little angel.

however…

The receptionist hesitated for a moment when she saw Fukuzawa Yukichi being pushed in front of her, then silently accepted it. Afterwards, she looked as if she had suddenly remembered something and said with a look of realization, "Oh right, guests, I just remembered that there is one more room you can stay in. I'll take you there now."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and began searching for the keys in the drawer.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yotsuba, who was standing nearby, immediately showed a look of utter despair, unable to accept such a reality.

People are inherently kind and should be friendly and helpful to each other, creating a beautiful world... Shouldn't the world be like this?

She had just asked for help with such a friendly, pitiful, deer-like expression, only to be rejected without hesitation. Hayakawa, on the other hand, said the same thing, but in a cold tone like a stubborn old man, and immediately received help, all because of Fukuzawa Yukichi…

Why? Why is this happening? Aren't I an angel?!

Yotsubasa (II) (III) Neighboring Sijiki III seemed to be crying out from the heart, with lowered eyebrows and eyes revealing a sad and painful expression.

"Ugh…"

Hayakawa glanced at Yotsuba's sorrowful expression and sighed inwardly.

Yotsuba, be prepared, this world is just this cruel.

Admittedly, you are indeed an angel. You can certainly win people's favor with your cute appearance, energetic temperament, and approachability. But how can this insignificant favor be compared with the most popular man in Japan—Yukichi Fukuzawa?

Don't tell me you're just a lowly little angel. Even if you grow wings, have a halo, and evolve into an archangel, you still can't be liked by everyone and hated by no one. But "Fukuzawa Yukichi" is truly loved by everyone. Angels can't save the world or bring happiness to people, but money can.

It can give the seriously ill a new lease on life, bring a smile to the face of the heartbroken, and help the lost find their purpose—things that mere little angels simply cannot do.

Grow up quickly, Yotsuba.

Hayakawa thought to himself, his face showing the compassion of a Buddha.

"Here is the key."

The receptionist handed the key to Hayakawa, her gaze sweeping over Yotsuba's expression, but she remained completely unmoved.

It's not shabby to earn money.

If you refuse this free money just to save face, you'll definitely regret it later.

However, Yotsuba's pitiful expression made her feel a pang of sympathy, so she explained, "This room is usually reserved for the hotel owner, Ms. Togawa. She comes here to stay one night every one or two weeks to check on the hotel's business, so it's been kept for her. But judging from the weather, she probably won't be coming tonight. I just suddenly remembered that I'll give her this money later."

As the receptionist spoke, she put the money into the drawer. Whether it would be given to the boss later was anyone's guess.

Upon hearing this, Yotsuba's expression improved slightly, clearly indicating that the words had restored her faith in the world's kindness and gentleness, and her paleness lessened somewhat.

Doing unnecessary things.

Hayakawa picked up the key and glanced at it. It was 301, the top three floor, which looked like the best room. But with his money, he could have any room he wanted.

"Let's go."

Hayakawa said something and then led the two women upstairs.

……

The hotel didn't have an elevator, so the three of them had to take the stairs, but since it only had three floors, there really wasn't a need for stairs.

Walking on the dimly lit escalator, Ichika felt a chill in the atmosphere around her. The coldness that had just been soaked by the rain gradually crept up her skin, making her feel inexplicably cold.

"Woooo..."

A faint sobbing sound came from the side.

Ichika was startled at first, then remembered Yotsuba's sadness, so she quickly comforted her, "Don't be sad, Yotsuba, everyone is kind."

"I'm not sad."

Yotsuba was still a little down, but after hearing Ichika's words, she cheered up and said, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Woooooooo..."

The crying still hadn't stopped, and Ichika said irritably, "You're not sad yet, but you're already crying."

Yotsuba asked in confusion, "I didn't cry."

If you didn't cry, then what is this continuous, persistent crying sound?

Ichika wanted to say something more, but the next moment she immediately realized something was wrong.

No, Yotsuba is clearly speaking. How could she be crying while speaking in a normal tone?

So that crying sound is...

Ichika's eyes widened suddenly, and the next moment she felt a chill run down the back of her neck. She couldn't help but scream, "Aaaaaaah!"

She then lunged forward and pounced on Hayakawa in front of her, but she didn't forget to pull Yotsuba along with her.

Hayakawa stumbled from the tackle, nearly falling to the ground, and turned around angrily: "What are you doing all of a sudden?!"

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

Ichika's face turned pale, and she was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She was trembling like a leaf.

"Huh? What nonsense are you spouting?"

Hayakawa frowned, looking completely bewildered. He had always been a staunch materialist and didn't believe in such supernatural things at all. Moreover, he had absolute confidence in himself. Even if such a thing really existed, it would be no match for the domineering aura emanating from him.

"Really? I just heard..."

"Ichika" (two N) Phosphorus-covered Lingjiu, l Three-stroke wine stuttered, his hands clinging tightly to Hayakawa's back, refusing to let go: "There's crying, there's a girl crying!"

"Don't say things like that, Ichika, it's terrifying."

Yotsuba, who was standing next to me, didn't care much at first, but after hearing Ichika's words, she immediately thought of the conversation she had just had with me. The next moment, all sorts of horror movie plots started playing in her mind, and she trembled in fright. She silently clung to Hayakawa and grabbed his sleeve with one hand.

"Let me go, you two!"

Hayakawa was initially very dissatisfied, but when he suddenly felt a soft and extremely elastic pressure coming from behind, a ripple appeared in his heart. He turned his head and glanced behind him, immediately seeing Ichika's fluctuating heart. He glanced to the side and saw Yotsuba's mountain-like figure right next to him. His mind became even more distracted, and his originally vigorous anger dissipated somewhat, even his voice became softer.

"What I said is true!"

Ichika buried her head in Hayakawa's back, afraid to look up, lest she see something terrifying if she opened her eyes. Her voice was muffled, and she clung tightly to whatever gave her the last bit of security, urging in terror, "Hurry upstairs..."

"Okay, let's go up quickly."

Feeling the slight trembling of Ichika's body due to fear, Hayakawa's expression turned serious. Although he didn't believe in such things at all, he would naturally listen to Ichika since she was like this. So he grabbed Yotsuba's hand and quickly walked upstairs.

Ichika clung tightly to him from behind, refusing to let go, causing both of them to stumble a bit. So Hayakawa simply squatted down and carried her on his back, instantly increasing their speed. In just a few steps, they reached the third floor.

As she stepped from the dimly lit stairwell into the bright corridor, the darkness behind her seemed to dissipate. Ichika felt the eerie aura that had enveloped her gradually dissipate, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's safe now...

Ichika had just caught her breath when she realized something was wrong. She was practically hanging on Hayakawa, her breasts squeezed into a round pancake shape. Plus, her clothes were almost completely soaked from the rain, so there was practically no space between them.

At that moment, Ichika felt Hayakawa's body temperature flow into her body without any obstruction, causing her pretty face to flush crimson instantly.

"It's ready..."