Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the windows, dappling the desks.
On the podium, Haruto hadn’t absorbed a single word the teacher was saying.
He slightly tilted his head, his gaze wandering to the tree branches swaying outside the window, his thoughts long gone.
In fact, Haruto had already mastered most of the knowledge being taught in class.
The material in the textbooks seemed like child’s play to him; listening in was just a waste of time.
However, this seemingly ‘boring’ time was perfect for utilization.
Haruto subtly curved his lips.
He couldn’t let class time go to waste; he planned to transcribe all the magnificent novels he had read in his previous life.
Such as “The Bone of the Sinister Domain Becomes King”; “Mushoku Tensei”; and “sword art online,” among others.
These Japanese light novels were undoubtedly top-tier masterpieces, with sales starting in the tens of millions.
Earning a fortune based on the popularity of these novels would be effortless.
Moreover, by utilizing the connections and resources of the company under his control for animation adaptation, the influence would be even greater.
With the connections accumulated through the ‘Capitalist’ skill and massive funds as support for extensive promotion and marketing, it would be hard for them not to become popular.
The more Haruto thought about it, the more excited he became, the pen in his hand scratching rhythmically on the paper.
The entire morning passed quickly amidst the writing and sketching.
As the bell for the end of class rang, Haruto stretched, and his stomach chose that precise moment to rumble.
He packed up his notebook; it was lunchtime.
Fortunately, the school had a spacious and bright cafeteria, so even students who hadn’t brought lunch wouldn’t go hungry.
The cafeteria offered a rich variety of dishes, and most prices were quite reasonable.
Of course, there were also exquisite foods exclusively for wealthy students, so quite a few students were lining up for meals.
Haruto had originally planned to invite Natsuha to eat with him.
He walked eagerly to Natsuka’s side, only to find that she had brought her own bento box.
The bento was simple, containing only two very ordinary vegetarian dishes, their color somewhat dull, and a few fried potato balls that looked slightly overcooked, their surfaces faintly scorched.
By the looks of it, Natsuha had likely prepared the bento herself.
Looking at the bento, Haruto felt a pang of sympathy.
It was clear that Natsuha’s family situation was not very good.
No wonder she lived so far away, spending so much time commuting every day, and wasn’t willing to rent a single room near the school.
“Natsuka, lunch is very important. Eating something this simple won’t do!” Haruto frowned and said with concern.
Natsuha lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, and whispered, “It’s… it’s nothing, I’m just… dieting recently…”
Haruto found it somewhat amusing upon hearing that.
Her figure was already so good—curvy in the front and back, with a slender waist, like a nimble little deer.
Where would she need to diet?
She probably wouldn’t even believe that herself.
“Wait for me here. I’ll be right back.”
Haruto didn’t say anything more, simply turning around and heading to the cafeteria to get several meat dishes to bring back.
“Don’t be polite with me. I can’t possibly eat all of this by myself. Help me finish it so it doesn’t go to waste.”
Haruto placed the meat dishes in front of Natsuka and said with a smile.
“F-Haruto-kun, you really don’t have to do this…”
Natsuha waved her hands in a fluster, a hint of hesitation and shyness in her eyes.
“Alright, hurry up and eat~”
As Haruto spoke, he suddenly leaned close to Natsuka and lightly kissed her fair, tender cheek.
“Mmm!”
The sudden kiss instantly made Natsuka’s cheeks flush crimson, like a ripe apple.
She widened her eyes and stared at Haruto in surprise.
“F-Haruto-kun! No way!”
Natsuka’s voice trembled slightly with a hint of coquettish protest.
“In the future, I will make you happy, Natsuka. So, please accept my kindness!”
Haruto looked at Natsuka with firm eyes and said seriously.
A…
a confession!?
This must be a confession this time!
Natsuka’s face gradually became burning hot, and she felt as if she were about to turn into a steaming kettle; her heart rate also accelerated sharply, as if it were about to jump out of her throat.
Haruto, however, prepared to strike while the iron was hot and continued his offensive.
He used a fork to cut a piece of expensive Wagyu beef—the beef had a clear texture, an inviting color, and emitted a faint aroma—and brought it to Natsuka’s lips.
“Fū… Haruto-kun!” Natsuka’s face was flushed, and her eyes held a trace of panic.
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Haruto said gently, his eyes full of expectation.
So domineering!
With her face red, Natsuka looked at Haruto’s serious expression and could only open her small mouth, allowing him to place the beef inside.
Oh my god!
This is way too intimate!
It’s exactly like a couple!
If there weren’t so few people around, Natsuka felt she might have fled in a panic.
Natsuka blushed as she accepted Haruto’s feeding, and at the same time, she couldn’t help but compare the Haruto before her with the childhood friend she had grown up with.
The Haruto in front of her was domineering yet gentle, strong, wealthy, and powerful; moreover, she had seen the video that was going viral on LINE.
In the video, a Handsome man played and sang a song she had never heard before in a KTV.
The melody was beautiful, his voice was excellent, and it sounded incredibly good; that soulful performance seemed capable of touching everyone’s heart.
Others might not know who the person in the video was, but how could she not know?
That was the Haruto right in front of her; his talent was just so outstanding.
Compared to him, her somewhat cowardly childhood friend really couldn’t compete at all.
“Natsuha-chan, there’s a grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth~” Haruto said with a smile.
“Mgh!” Blushing, Natsuha was about to raise her hand to wipe it, but Haruto caught her hand.
Natsuka looked up at Haruto in confusion.
Haruto leaned in slightly—
With a soft pop, he kissed Natsuka’s lips, his tongue moving slightly to curl away the grain of rice from the corner of her mouth.
“Mgh! Mr. Haruto… mgh-ing~”
Natsuka’s eyes widened in shock, and then her cheeks turned even redder.
“Natsuha-chan is so cute, I can’t hold back anymore. Natsuha-chan, be my woman, okay?” Haruto looked at Natsuka affectionately and said.
“Fū… Haruto-kun, that’s so blunt… but I… indeed don’t dislike Haruto-kun…” Natsuka lowered her head, her voice as small as a mosquito’s buzz.
“So, does that mean Natsuha-chan agrees?”
“We… we can try dating first…” Natsuka murmured softly, her face crimson.
“Great! I’ll make you satisfied, Natsuka!”
I’ll turn you into a little bitch later, hehe.
Thinking this in his heart, Haruto maintained a gentle and sincere expression on his face as he said softly: “Natsuka, you travel back and forth every day, taking the bus for so long every morning and evening; it’s really too inconvenient. Now that you’ve agreed to be my girlfriend, I naturally have to take responsibility. I’m thinking of getting a place near the school; you can live there in the future, which will make commuting easier. Do you think that’s okay?”