Tokyo: To reiterate, this is not a dating system.

6. False atmosphere

Free things are the most expensive, and Genji Aoyama wholeheartedly agrees with this principle—if he were to marry Yuko Asahi in the future, it would cost far more than 40 yen per month. Marriage costs a lot of money, children are money-devouring beasts, and divorce would be a real, absolute loss.

After being jolted awake by the real injury, Genji Aoyama went to the classroom and sat down in his seat.

The back row by the window, a corner that used to go unnoticed, now attracts more curious and surprised glances.

"Aoyama... classmate?"

Momoko Fujiwara in the front seat hesitated before striking up a conversation.

"Good morning, Fujiwara-kun," Aoyama Genji greeted politely.

Previously, Aoyama Genji was basically a marginal figure in the class, though this was not intentional isolation.

The original owner's experiences led to his somewhat withdrawn personality; he not only didn't take the initiative to communicate with others, but he also spoke in a timid and hesitant manner.

His hair was long enough to cover his eyes, and he always walked with his head down, so much so that many of his classmates didn't even know he existed.

Only the person in the front seat and the person next to them would occasionally exchange a few words.

Good morning.

Fujiwara Momoko's gaze gradually glazed over, as if she had just woken up in the morning, was still in a daze, and then lay back down to sleep. When she finally came to her senses and slowly woke up, her voice was as if she had just opened her eyes and realized she was late: "Really?! You're Aoyama-kun!? I thought you were a transfer student!"

A dozen or so students have already scattered throughout the class.

Fujiwara's surprised voice drew almost everyone's attention. Then, as if realizing something, she apologized softly, "Sorry, I was just a little surprised. I never noticed Aoyama-kun before. He's so...so handsome..."

How should I reply?

"Thank you." Genji Aoyama nodded.

You should still be polite to your classmates, but don't say too much. If you praise them back, it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Easily ending the conversation, Genji Aoyama took out Math I and began previewing today's lesson.

His grades are currently very poor in the class, and he is basically at the bottom in quizzes.

Genji Aoyama had graduated many years ago, and the knowledge he had acquired at that high school level—or more precisely, some of the knowledge he learned in Japan at that stage—was still based on his junior high school curriculum from his previous life.

In short, whether it was junior high or high school, he had long since returned all that knowledge to his teachers, with interest.

Although it's not difficult to pick it up again, we still can't slack off—if we don't work hard and endure the hardship of studying, we may suffer the hardship of life in the future.

Which is more painful? It goes without saying.

Moreover, university life is great, and he doesn't want to miss it.

We continued studying until 8:30, when the teacher, Yuqian Hui, arrived in the classroom and held a class meeting during the preparation period.

The responsibilities of a teacher are similar to what he understands as a homeroom teacher, and the content of class meetings is also quite similar.

In summary, it's about safety, studying, and taking campus life seriously.

Finally, Megumi Hazen cast a glance at Genji Aoyama: "Aoyama-kun, remember to come to the office after lunch."

"Okay, Mr. Yuzuru."

Genji Aoyama responded.

After Yuzen Megumi left, there was still some time before the first class.

"What happened, Aoyama-kun?" Kenta Hirata, sitting next to me, asked, looking somewhat worried.

"No, probably not."

Genji Aoyama wasn't sure either. Could it be a hair problem?

"Oh, then it might be a campus life guide."

"What is that?"

"I heard from students in other classes that they seem to talk to some students who are lonely at school, and encourage them to join clubs or take on some committee roles, probably to encourage students to participate more actively in campus activities."

Speaking of which, Aoyama Genji's previous performance was indeed worth paying attention to.

Hirata, who was sitting next to him, naturally noticed this as well. Although the two only exchanged a few words occasionally, Hirata was just that kind of person, always friendly to everyone.

In addition, he was quite handsome and popular with both boys and girls. The original owner always regarded him as a gentle older brother next door.

"I see," Genji Aoyama nodded. "Thank you, Hirata-kun."

"By the way, Aoyama-kun," Hirata Kenta said hesitantly.

"What's wrong?"

In his memory, Hirata left a good impression on him, and Aoyama Genji did not mind communicating with him more.

"I feel like you're a little different than before."

"Hair?"

"How should I put it, it's probably just a feeling. Aoyama-kun seems more confident than before, and his eyes look handsome when they're open. Although he still looks weak, he seems to have a lot of energy overall."

"Speaking of which, I should be thanking you," Genji Aoyama said with a smile. "When I first came to Tokyo from the countryside, I was probably not used to life here, but Hirata-kun was very friendly to me and also inspired me, which gradually made me want to adapt."

"That's good." Kenta Hirata nodded, looking very pleased.

"He really is like an older brother next door," Aoyama Genji thought to himself.

After the two finished their conversation, the math teacher went into the classroom and began to study.

It wasn't until the end of the third period in the morning that Genji Aoyama walked out of the classroom and went to the cooking classroom—the fourth period on Tuesday was the home economics class, with Class C and Class D combined.

Last week it was a craft class, this week it's cooking, and today we're making desserts.

The teacher in charge assigned the task, and the next step was for students to form teams freely—projects that required teamwork were, in the original owner's memories, absolutely painful.

Because of his personality, he was an outsider in class and couldn't integrate into any small group.

They either had to team up with classmates who also had no one to team up with, as required by their instructors, or they had to get a helping hand from the kind-hearted Hirata.

"Want to team up, Aoyama?" Kenta Hirata sent a team invitation.

"Let's go together, Aoyama-kun!" said the outgoing Fujiwara Momoko.

"How cunning, Peach Sauce! I want to go with Aoyama-kun too!" said a girl whose name was unknown.

"Green, green mountains, together..."

"Feel sorry."

Genji Aoyama rejected the girls he didn't know and apologized to Hirata and Fujiwara.

From the moment he entered the cooking class, he noticed Asahi Yuko—he even seemed to see his own past experiences reflected in her, and no one took the initiative to team up with her.

Genji Aoyama was somewhat surprised.

Based on Asahi Yuko's appearance and his impressions of her, he felt that Asahi Yuko wouldn't be as friendless as he was.

If there's a problem with Genji Aoyama, then there's also a problem with Yuko Asahi.

With this in mind, Genji Aoyama walked over and said with a smile, "Asahi-kun, are you that unpopular?"

"You're quite the player, aren't you?"

When Asahi Yuko saw Aoyama Genji, a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Want to come together?"

"If Aoyama-kun is willing to assist me, I'll reluctantly accept."

Teams were required to consist of four people, and in the end, under the guidance of the instructor, a man and a woman were added – both belonging to the lowest social class.

Because Genji Aoyama and the other boys weren't good at these things, they were assigned some simple tasks. Yuko Asahi and another girl decided to make relatively simple cookies.

"What's wrong with you? You're supposed to be a beautiful girl, don't you have any friends?" Genji Aoyama placed the beaten eggs next to Yuko Asahi.

"Could it be jealousy?"

Yuko Asahi didn't look up, focusing intently on the butter in front of her—a fact that Genji Aoyama didn't understand.

"It's understandable for girls to be jealous, but shouldn't guys be adoring you? You're so cute."

"Before dating you, I never planned to date any other man in my life," Asahi Yuko glanced up at Aoyama Genji, continuing to sway the butter, "Give me the whisk."

"Dating? Dating?" Another girl's voice, sounding somewhat surprised, stopped a centimeter away from the table. "Is Aoyama-san dating Asahi-san?"

Aoyama Genji, who wanted to ask why, was interrupted and could only continue the conversation.

"Well, Asahi confessed to me, so I'll just say yes." He handed the whisk to Asahi Yuko.

"You really dare to say that," Yuko Asahi mocked Genji Aoyama while serving him butter. "It's because you liked me so much that you even followed me around that I reluctantly agreed."

"Following!?"

In short, neither side denied it, which made the other two students feel like third wheels, and even the dangerous word "following" was interpreted as a joke.

Ding--

The oven started to hum, and as the home economics class was nearing its end, a tray of freshly baked cookies came out.

"Ah—" Asahi Yuko held a cookie, her mouth slightly open, indicating that she wanted to feed Aoyama Genji.

"I can do it myself." Genji Aoyama tilted his head back to avoid it.

"Hmm? Open your mouth!" Asahi Yuko stared at him with dissatisfaction, her voice sounding like she was being coquettish.

She insisted on giving it to her.

Genji Aoyama could only open his mouth and accept the food that Yuko Asahi was feeding him.

The freshly baked cookies were a bit soft and had a marshmallow-like texture; they weren't very sweet.