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

61.1 Hearing about rewards makes my head spin.

Due to the unusually cold weather experienced by Aomori Prefecture this year, the cherry blossom season has been significantly delayed. Experts predict that the cherry blossoms will reach their peak bloom on April 30th, and all visitors are welcome to come and enjoy the cherry blossoms during Golden Week.

Aoyama Genji turned off the news notifications and turned off his phone screen.

The last bit of light disappeared, leaving only the soft glow of the crescent moon shining into the room.

In front of Genji Aoyama was a transparent panel; although it did not emit light, the writing was clearly visible.

【Matching】

Match failed

[Received 500000 yen]

"really."

Aoyama Genji laughed.

The people I met this week were all pretty normal.

Aoyama Genji, who couldn't connect with normal people, glanced at his LINE contacts and deleted all the friends he had met in Omotesando that day.

Even though he ignored them, they still showed him great enthusiasm.

Some daring young women even sent him inappropriate messages, inviting him to go out and have fun—Genji Aoyama blocked them immediately.

buzzing-

The phone, which had gone to bed earlier than Genji Aoyama, started vibrating continuously on the bedside table.

He picked up his phone; it was from Haruka Minatsuki.

The sound of water being stirred could be heard over the phone.

"Good evening."

"Good evening."

The sound created a unique reverberation in the bathroom. Haruka Minatsuki's voice was soft, carrying a hint of languor and relaxation from just taking a bath.

Aoyama Genji glanced at the time subconsciously; it was almost midnight.

"Miss Haruka, is there something you need for my call so late?" he asked.

"Hmm... what is it?"

It's like how people react a beat slower when they're tired or comfortable.

After that, Haruka Minatsuki seemed to fall asleep, and didn't say another word. Only her even breathing flowed through the phone.

Hey.

Genji Aoyama sighed inwardly.

After about half a minute of silence, Haruka Minatsuki's voice came again: "Do you need my help with the performance?"

Genji Aoyama realized that he might have made the same mistake as Suzuki—he had not conveyed the meaning that Haruka Minatsuki had intended to convey.

"No, no need. It seems like Haruka-san is very busy lately, so I won't trouble you."

"Oh well."

A series of pleasant laughs came from the other end of the phone, and Genji Aoyama even pictured Haruka Minatsuki covering her mouth and chuckling gracefully.

"It feels like a father is taking care of a group of disobedient and unpromising children. Genji-kun must be having a tough time."

No, actually they are very obedient.

Genji Aoyama wanted to say something.

But saying this inevitably leads people to think all sorts of things.

"That's alright, but Miss Haruka..." He paused, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Hmm... Genji-kun has already helped me."

"That's good."

Genji Aoyama also laughed.

Water splashed up and then splashed back into the water—he guessed based on the sound coming from the other end of the phone.

Once the splashing noises subsided and breathing became clearly audible again, Haruka Minatsuki asked, "Was there any pressure?"

"What?"

"The performance on the 30th is a bit rushed in terms of timing."

Just a little bit?

Aoyama Genji almost laughed.

"If we remove the day of the performance, there are only five days left. Before that, we still need to do a series of things such as planning, training, rehearsals, and publicity..." He was indeed saying this with a smile.

"Then, shall I help you?"

"There's no need to trouble Miss Haruka with that."

Genji Aoyama glanced at the time again; it was past midnight, and it was now the first real day of the week: Friday.

"But I want to help Genji-kun~"

On the other end of the phone, the sound of water suddenly became more rapid, as if she had gently kicked her legs in the water, splashing up even bigger water droplets.

Accompanied by the sound of rippling water, her tone carried an undisguised coquettishness.

breathe--

Genji Aoyama took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to block out the inappropriate images that were uncontrollably surfacing in his mind.

"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer," he said.

"Hmm... It's settled then, Genji-kun needs Haruka's help~"

Then there was a "thump" sound, like a cell phone being placed on a shelf next to the bathtub.

All that could be heard through the receiver was Haruka Minatsuki's uneven breathing.

……

The soft morning light streamed through the window, gently waking Genji Aoyama.

It's getting light earlier and earlier.

My hand instinctively reached for the phone, and it felt slightly hot to the touch—at least 42 degrees Celsius!

That woman didn't hang up the phone all night.

Genji Aoyama fell asleep as soon as he put down his phone; that's the truth.

The phone wasn't even muted; the sound of even breathing could be heard from the other end.

After thinking it over, Genji Aoyama hung up.

After completing his daily routine of washing up, exercising, and being fed by Yuko Asahi, he set off on his way to school.

Friday feels like the start of the week.

The migrant workers and students on the street all had smiles on their faces that were different from before.

It wasn't until Genji Aoyama arrived at the classroom right on time.

Yuqian Hui arrived a little earlier than usual. After confirming that all students were present, she stepped down from the podium and distributed grade slips according to seating order.

Aoyama Genji glanced at it; the total score was 462.

Each subject is worth 50 points, and there were a total of 10 subjects tested.

The results were within expectations.

His student ID number was number 40. After distributing the grade slips, Yuqian Hui returned to the podium and began the morning meeting.

"The results of the quiz have been released. The test papers for each subject will be distributed in the corresponding classes. I hope everyone can identify their weaknesses in time... Please take next week's monthly test seriously."

Three out of the four morning classes were spent going over test papers.

Genji Aoyama carefully recorded the questions he got wrong, and after the fourth music class, he returned to his classroom.

"Let me be the music teacher too!"

Omotesando: Open Source for Music - The handsome guy complains about his music teacher while taking out the bento box that Yuko Asahi prepared for him - as delicious as ever.

After finishing his meal, Genji Aoyama transformed into a study king and began secretly studying.

He took out his notebook of incorrect answers and, combining it with the key points the teacher had analyzed that morning, began to review and learn new things.

Before I had even reached the point of being completely ignorant of the world, a faint, delicate fragrance, like that of magnolia blossoms, wafted over.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Haruka."

Genji Aoyama raised his head.

"good afternoon."

Haruka Minatsuki very naturally turned the chair in front of her over and sat opposite Genji Aoyama.

"The handsome guy from Omotesando is very serious."

She cupped her face in her hands, blinking her eyes as she looked at him, exuding an elegant and gentle beauty with a touch of playful cuteness.

Even if you're a handsome guy from Omotesando, you still have to study hard.

After a music lesson, Genji Aoyama had become desensitized to this nickname.

"But you weren't paying attention in class, and the teacher found out. You need to correct that." Haruka Minatsuki's eyes were as gentle as a mother looking at her naughty child.

"Isn't Haruka-san the same? She's not exactly focused in class either, is she?"

"I was watching Genji the whole time, you were the only one in my eyes," Haruka Minatsuki blinked. "So, what made you lose focus, Genji?"

During the last music class of the morning, Class C, where Genji Aoyama was, and Class E, where Haruka Minatsuki was, were combined.

Because he was busy with other things in class, Genji Aoyama was called upon by an exceptionally enthusiastic teacher—"Please, handsome Omotesando, give a short music appreciation performance for the class!"

The joyful atmosphere in the classroom is still vivid in my mind.

After he finished his analysis, the music teacher even gave him the podium.

Meanwhile, Haruka Minatsuki, who was listening attentively to the lesson, would occasionally cover her mouth and chuckle.

Instead of answering directly, Genji Aoyama pulled out a sheet of music he had been working on during music class from under his desk.

"A new masterpiece by the handsome Omotesando guy."

He pushed the sheet music to the center of the table and said with a smile, "There's one thing that needs to be corrected: creating music in music class can't be called daydreaming at all."

"so……"

Haruka Minatsuki naturally took the sheet music and began to look through it carefully, her melodious humming flowing between them.

After humming along to the sheet music for a while, Haruka Minatsuki's expression turned melancholic again:

"I thought it was made especially for me by that handsome guy from Omotesando, since he was staring at me the whole time during class."

Her tone also sounded like that of a woman who was slightly aggrieved.

"For the performance," said Genji Aoyama, who can seamlessly switch identities.

"so……"

Haruka Minatsuki was quite a character; her aggrieved expression didn't last more than two seconds before she immediately reverted to her usual smiling and gentle demeanor.

She took out two sheets of white paper.

The pristine white paper was covered with writing, just like the writer himself, the handwriting neat yet elegant.

His calligraphy is quite good.

Aoyama Genji, who hadn't even started reading the content yet, was making his own comments.

He started reading from the beginning.

[Hakutsuru High School - Girls' S Rock Club - Public Performance Planning]

The general content...

Anything that Genji Aoyama thought of, Haruka Minatsuki wrote down perfectly; she even considered things he hadn't thought of.

It is absolutely a perfect planning proposal.

The other one is a promotional poster, which has some blank space in addition to the formatted text, presumably for the promotional image.

"How is it?" Haruka Minatsuki asked, looking at him.

While clapping, Genji Aoyama said with a smile, "Please appoint Haruka-san as the president of the Girls' S Rock Club, um... her manager is also fine."

"I don't have that much time."

As if she had thought of something, Haruka Minatsuki gave Genji Aoyama another resentful look.

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work, Ms. Haruka." He placed his hands on the table and lowered his head slightly.

"That must have been really tough, so what kind of reward do you plan to give me, Genji-kun?"

Genji Aoyama looked up and met Haruka Minazuki's gaze.

Haruka Minatsuki was also looking at him, her beautiful and elegant face bearing her usual smile, her eyes filled with a hint of expectation.

"Hmm, let me think..."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Genji Aoyama's face.

Haruka Minatsuki simply watched him quietly, patiently waiting for his answer.

"Oh, right!" Aoyama Genji said seriously, as if he had just remembered something. "I haven't joined their band club yet. As for the reward... I will tell Suzuki-senpai about it."

"I'm leaving," Haruka Minatsuki said, lightly stepping on his foot under the desk before standing up. "I'm angry."

Although she said that, she had a coquettish expression on her face, and her small feet, encased in indoor shoes, did not move an inch, showing no intention of leaving.

"Just kidding."

Genji Aoyama looked away.

"Could this woman be secretly watching some kind of daring dating reality show?"

he was thinking.

……

So, Aoyama Genji still didn't understand why the prize pool became two-way by the time school ended in the afternoon.

After Yumae Megumi finished her evening class meeting, the week's course came to an end.

The corridor was filled with laughter and chatter as students, after school, made plans to go out and have fun over the weekend or even today.

Of course, there are also people like Genji Aoyama who are eager to learn and are discussing next week's monthly test.

"Oh no! I only got 475 on the quiz, what am I going to do for next week's monthly test?!"

The companions nearby seemed used to this kind of behavior, and simply sighed, then exchanged glances with expressions that said, "Look at this person."

"They might not even make it into the top ten."

"That's possible."

"The students at Hakutsuru High School are practically monsters; you can't beat them even if you try your best. Oh, by the way, I heard someone got a perfect score on the recent quiz."

"I think I know, the one in Class A is called Xing... something, the name is a bit hard to pronounce, I can't remember it right now."

"Really? I haven't seen anyone with a star in their name on the admission results list."

"..."

Genji Aoyama listened all the way until they reached the elevated corridor connecting the special building.

Stepping onto the connecting corridor, the conversations behind him seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and he headed straight for the band's activity room on the fourth floor.

Prior to this, Genji Aoyama and Saki Izumo had agreed that they would not meet at the Psychological Research Club after school for a period of time.

One reason is the tight schedule and heavy workload, but that's not important.

The important thing is to go to the Department of Mental Health Research first, because something "unhealthy" like yesterday might happen again.

The image in his mind faded at the door of the activity room. Aoyama Genji had arrived. Before he could even knock, a burst of laughter came from inside.

Then came someone's energetic shout: "Great! Let's go to karaoke after training this weekend!"

"...Would this be considered laziness?"

"Singing is still singing, so it can't be called laziness at all!"

"Finally, I can become a hot girl~"

"Should we invite Takahashi-senpai too?"

Aoyama Genji felt that if he didn't go in soon, the activity room would fall into a state of daydreaming about weekend entertainment.

"Responsible father and mother, and a disappointing but obedient child?"

"Knock knock—"

Aoyama Genji, who hoped his daughter would become successful, knocked on the door.

"Here you are!"

A vibrant voice pierced through the activity room door, followed by the sound of running. Then the door opened, and Izumo Saki appeared before him.

"Aoyama-kun!" Izumo Saki said with a smile, pulling Aoyama Genji into the activity room. "How about we go to karaoke this weekend?"

"Let's train first," he said.

But saying it out loud doesn't feel quite right; it sounds like giving orders.

Ignoring Izumo Saki's adorable angry expression, Aoyama Genji turned his gaze to Suzuki Yui and repeated in a suggestive tone, "Should we train first?"

Not only did Suzuki Yui nod again, but everyone else, except for Izumo Saki who was still acting coquettishly angry, also nodded.

"Yes, Minister Aoyama!"

Genji Aoyama added a sentence in his mind for them.

Upon arriving at the activity room, he took out the sheet music he had been writing since last night and had only perfected during music class today.

It includes the full score of the song and the individual scores for each instrument.

"What is this?"

Izumo Saki was the first to come over, then winked at Aoyama Genji: "I want to see!"

I spent a little time writing a song last night.

Genji Aoyama had no intention of showing off.

But after they finished reading, they all looked at Genji Aoyama with strange eyes.

"a little?"

"...A little time?"

"I declare that the handsome men of Omotesando are gods!"

Izumo Saki even pounced on her, exclaiming, "It's so, so well written! I want to reward you!"

"..."

Yes, Genji Aoyama's condition has worsened.

It refers to the fact that the mere mention of a reward gives one a headache.