Chapter 25 Evil F-kun: Gentleman × Fox / Brutal! Too brutal...

The winds of mid-May carried the scent of early summer, and the cherry blossoms on campus had already fallen.

The second batch of pre-orders from Tennis Doujinshi Company has finally come to an end. Risa rubbed her sore right wrist. The past month or so of working non-stop between schoolwork and drawing had almost drained all her energy.

As the bell rang for the end of the last class of the morning, Risa was taking a nap on her desk. In her drowsy state, she heard a familiar voice coming from the classroom doorway: "Risa-nee!"

She looked up and saw Kirihara Akaya standing at the door, holding a bento box, his seaweed-like curly hair jet black and shiny.

"Want to have lunch together today?" The boy waved the lunchbox in his hand, winking smugly. "There's fried chicken nuggets today!"

Risa paused for a moment, then broke into her first relaxed smile in a long time. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed such a leisurely lunch with Kawakami.

Under the camphor trees in the courtyard, dappled sunlight filters through the leaves and falls on the benches.

Risa opened the bento box, where five small sushi rolls were neatly arranged, along with three pieces of fried chicken and a small sprig of bright green salad.

Her chopsticks hovered in mid-air, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore. The bento boxes in Japan are just too shabby.

"What's wrong?" Kirihara Akaya's cheeks were bulging, and there were still grains of rice stuck to the corners of his mouth.

He deliberately gave the largest piece of fried chicken to Risa.

Risa shook her head. "It's nothing."

Enjoy a hearty meal.

The lunchbox was quickly emptied.

Risa stared at the empty box, her stomach protesting honestly.

To be honest, she had wanted to complain about Japanese bento boxes for a long time.

This is way too small!

She remembered the steaming hot meat buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks, hot dry noodles, hot and sour noodles, spicy soup, seaweed and tofu noodles from the breakfast stall in her past life... and she became even hungrier.

"Who is this enough to eat?"

Risa held up the palm-sized lunchbox to examine it in the sunlight: "A bird?"

Kirihara Akaya was wolfing down his bento when he heard this and looked up: "Risa-nee, aren't you full?"

Risa sighed, "It's not as good as the boxed lunches on set. Although they don't look very appealing, at least the portions are large and filling, and sometimes they even add chicken legs."

Kirihara scratched his head: "What film set?"

"Forehead……"

Just as Risa was about to make an excuse, a soft laugh suddenly came from above her head.

"Plop~"

Risa looked up and saw Niou Masaharu leaning lazily against the branch of a cherry blossom tree, a Pocky stick dangling from his mouth, silver hair hanging down behind his head, and his face and skin glowing white.

Risa's lips parted slightly, and her blood seemed to freeze for a second.

I am so surprised!

It's one thing for people in this world to have brightly colored hair and eyes, but how come they also appear and disappear so mysteriously?

With that white hair and white skin, what's the difference between him and a vampire? His sudden appearance is even more terrifying than an NPC in a haunted house.

"Puri~ Risa-chan, Japanese bento boxes are quite different from Chinese boxed lunches~"

Kirihara looked completely bewildered: "What are you talking about?"

Niou leaped lightly from the tree, landing without disturbing a single leaf. He leaned closer to Risa, his breath almost brushing against her face: "The 'film set' Risa-chan mentioned earlier... you mean the place where we film, right?"

Risa smiled politely but did not reply.

Kirihara blinked, as if realizing something: "Risa-nee, you've acted in movies?!"

"No."

Risa decisively denied it, her brain racing. Akaya was simple-minded and easy to fool, but this white-haired fox, on par with Yukimura, was not so easy to deal with.

“However… I did participate in the school’s cultural festival play,” she added.

Niou gave a meaningful "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

He waved the Pocky stick in his hand: "Want to try some? It's imported from China~"

Risa: "...???"

Niou Masaharu leaned lazily against the back of the bench, his silver hair tied back with a pink hair tie and hanging down his shoulders. His features were exceptionally beautiful, with slender, fox-like eyes, single eyelids, and upper eyelids that drooped slightly, revealing a hint of cunning in his dark blue pupils—the kind that was stunning at first glance, and even more captivating upon closer inspection.

At that moment, he was staring straight at her, incredibly alluring. Risa pretended to be calm and took a cookie stick he offered her.

"Thank you, it tastes good."

"Don't you think it's too sweet?" Niou tilted his head. "Risa-chan probably prefers a salty and spicy flavor, right?"

“I think it’s just right.” Risa took another bite without changing her expression. “However, Pocky would be good if it were savory? Like spicy crayfish flavor?”

The two stared at each other for a few seconds through the cookie sticks, and Niou suddenly chuckled softly: "Pfft~ Interesting."

He straightened up, looking her over with lowered eyelids. "I heard from my partner that Matsuno-san danced Gokuraku Jodo at the school festival?"

"Hmm." Risa put the last piece of Pocky in her mouth and gave a muffled reply.

"Speaking of which, something interesting happened outside the restroom on the day of the friendly match against Hyotei." Niou narrowed his eyes, as if he were staring at his prey.

"What?" Risa blinked, not understanding what he meant.

He raised an eyebrow and said in a low, lazy tone, "Like that cat outside the bathroom..."

Upon hearing this, Risa's pupils shrank considerably. The sunlight suddenly became extremely dazzling.

It turns out that the white shadow that swayed in the tree that day, and the meowing sound, were not the so-called "cat," but the person in front of them—Niou Masaharu.

"Well then, see you later." Niou straightened up, and before leaving, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Risa-chan, you like the set lunches~"

Risa watched Niou's retreating figure, unconsciously clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white.

Having been in this world for so long, this was the first time she had heard Chinese spoken, clearly and distinctly, with a slight Beijing accent. But instead of stirring up her homesickness, it made her feel cold all over and nauseous.

That sarcastic remark, delivered in a strange tone, sounded like the static from a cheap cassette tape. In a daze, she was back outside Hengdian World Studios, where the cheap plastic lunchboxes on set were greasy, and in the sweltering heat of 38 degrees Celsius, the green peppers and shredded pork inside seemed to glow suspiciously.

She didn't like the boxed lunches served on set at all.

She didn't like it, at least not before she became famous.

A faint stinging pain came from her palm, and Risa looked down at it. Her fingernails dug deep into her soft flesh, leaving several pale crescent-shaped marks.

(As expected... I still couldn't control myself)

The surrounding noise faded away, leaving only a piercing sound in my ears:

[From a girl group? She doesn't even deserve to stand in front of the camera! Look at Ms. Lin.]

[Awarded? Who cares about that these days?]

[The role has already been cast as Miss Lin; she's from the film academy.]

I'm sorry, the role originally intended for you has changed, and Ms. Lin will now play it.

That Miss Lin—the daughter of a film and television tycoon. The two had once worked together on a period drama. Risa played the villainous second male lead who appeared in less than ten episodes, while Miss Lin was the female lead handpicked by the investors, playing a princess.

Who would have thought that after the series aired—

The hashtag #Princess'sAwkwardActingSkills# trended on social media, but her portrayal of a villain unexpectedly went viral, with clips of her performance being widely shared online.

"She's just a nobody actress, how dare she steal the spotlight?" At the wrap party, Miss Lin spilled red wine on her costume.

In the entertainment industry, not being famous is a cardinal sin. After being targeted by Ms. Lin, nightmares began to follow.

Actors who passed auditions were withdrawn one after another before filming began; signed endorsement deals were unilaterally breached.

Ironically, when a variety show producer returned the deposit, he said, "Ms. Lin said she doesn't want to see your face on TV."

During the most difficult time, she almost couldn't pay the hospital's bills.

...

What a disgusting memory.

Risa closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were as dark as night.

The pent-up frustration in her chest made her unconsciously clench her fists, wanting to punch someone.

"Risa-nee?" Kirihara tilted his head and leaned closer. "Your face is so pale, are you feeling unwell?"

Risa's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and she regained consciousness.

When she saw the boy's clear, emerald-green eyes, she slowly loosened her clenched hands.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about a math problem." She gave a perfect business smile.

Back in the classroom, Risa roughly pulled out her sketchbook.

Even if Niou Masaharu overheard Kane and Yanagi's conversation, so what?

The thought kept flashing through my mind, like a shard of glass stuck in the sole of my shoe; the more I tried to ignore it, the more painful it became.

The pencil tip pressed down harder and harder, the force uncontrollably vented on the drawing paper, until a crisp "snap" sounded, the pencil broke, and the broken lead rolled off.

She gripped the pencil tightly, her knuckles turning white. DNA, family records, memories—everything proved she was "Matsuno Risa." Even if they knew she came from another world, they would probably just exchange bewildered glances and calmly note down "suspected paranoia," right?

Therefore, she had no reason to feel danger or fear. After learning that she had been reincarnated into this world, she allowed the tennis club members to probe her and collect information about her, treating it as a harmless teenage detective game.

But what is that indescribable emotion surging in my chest?

Anger? Resentment? Or... disgust?

Observer?

Risa stared at the broken lead core and sneered.

These arrogant tennis boys, under the guise of "curiosity," observe and analyze her as if she were some experimental subject to be solved. In reality, how are they any different from those paparazzi in my past life who held cameras and spied on her life?

So that was the real reason for her anger.

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Even after school ended, Risa's frustration still hadn't dissipated.

She stared at her phone screen, her finger hovering over the "send" button for a few seconds, before finally sending Kirihara a message: [Akaya, I'm not feeling well today, I'm going home to rest.]

After sending the message, I put my phone on silent, threw it in my bag, and headed towards the station.

When she got home, Risa didn't even change out of her school uniform before rushing to her desk. The moment her sketchbook was opened, a pencil was already in her hand.

In his previous life, after his parents died in an accident, his 11-year-old brother was diagnosed with a rare disease and was hospitalized. Even though he had to endure the pain every day, he still insisted on studying junior high school courses on his own.

At that time, Risa was scouted by a talent agent. In order to earn enough money for her expensive medical expenses, she worked hard to earn money after her debut and had almost no time to visit her brother in the hospital.

She was worried that her younger brother would get bored staring at textbooks all day, so she bought him the most popular comics and novels at the time, and also provided him with a mobile phone, tablet, and computer.

To have something to talk about with her younger brother, she quickly went through all his favorite anime and comics during her spare time. Later, she even taught herself sketching and researched related merchandise. Every time she went to the hospital, she would buy her brother some merchandise or draw fan art for him.

It's ironic when I think about it now. The drawing skills I learned to make my younger brother happy have become a valuable asset in this world.

Risa, biting the pen cap, furiously typed on the drawing: "Serves you right for being so cheeky... Watch how I punish you..."

Beneath her devilish smile, an indescribable scene gradually emerged on the drawing paper:

The bespectacled gentleman's tie was loosely wrapped around the silver-haired boy's wrist.

The curtains in the infirmary were lifted by the wind, just enough to cover the vital parts.

The nameplate on the hospital bed read "White Fox" (but it was crossed out).

Three hours later.

"Perfect!" Risa admired her masterpiece with satisfaction, and was about to upload it to [Lisa's Merchandise Workshop] when she suddenly realized, "Wait... what if Akaya sees this..."

The image of the little seaweed bristling in her mind flashed into her head: "Risa-nee! What is this thing?!"

Risa waved away the fantasy bubble above her head, downloaded Pixiv (a popular website for manga enthusiasts), and registered an account.

[New Account: Evil F-kun]

[Title of First Work: The Gentleman's Medical Record]

[Tags: #R18 #medicalroomplay #gentleman×fox #glasses are the main feature]

[Text: Share this post for a chance to win 18,888 yen (enough to buy 10 bottles of eye drops)]

The phone exploded the moment the post was published:

User A: Oh my god! Can I watch this for free?! →_→

[User B: Help! Will this close-up of hands even pass censorship?! ovo]

[User 1: The placement of these curtains... is brilliant!]

...

[User 2: Yagyu-senpai... no, gentleman's hands! The way he holds the pen! awsl]

[User 3: Are the teeth marks on the fox's neck for real? lol]

[User 10087: Question about the weight-bearing capacity of beds in the infirmary (wrong focus)]

...

[User NIM: Please, please release a physical copy! /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~]

[User MVP: Lisa, is that you?! I recognize your style! (Mouth zipping up.jpg)]

[User Pipi Shrimp: I suggest they just release a life-size body pillow; I'll buy it and donate it to Rikkai University's tennis club (doge)]

...

[User: Sa Zi Yale: +1]

[Users are here to gossip: +999]

...

The most amazing thing is the number one top comment:

Genius is me (Marui Bunta): [@Niou Masaharu @Yagyu Hiroshi, you guys are really going all out~] followed by three laughing-crying emojis.

Risa watched the constantly popping notifications with satisfaction when a LINE message suddenly appeared at the top of her phone.

Upon opening the message, I saw it was from Kirihara Akaya: 【Risa-nee... There's a blogger on Pixiv called "Evil F-kun," and the seniors all say it's you. Did you really draw that manga?】

Immediately afterwards, another message popped up, which was a string of garbled emoticons.

As expected, Akaya's reaction was exactly what she had anticipated.

Risa curled her lips into a smile, feeling glad she had made the clever decision to switch platforms and register a new account.

She didn't care about what others thought, but she absolutely couldn't ruin the image of the gentle and reliable older sister in Akaya's heart.

She deftly logged out of the "Evil F-kun" account, cleared all browsing history, and then uninstalled the Pornhub app.

She rubbed her hair, deliberately waited a few minutes before replying, and even added a sleepy-eyed emoticon: 【……？？？】

[Risa: Akaya, what are you talking about? I had a headache this afternoon and slept the whole time (T_T)]

The phone vibrated less than thirty seconds after the message was sent.

[Akaya: That's all. Risa-nee, get some rest. Do you need me to bring you some fever reducer?]

[Risa: Hmm~╥﹏╥…, thank you for your help, Akaya.]

Meanwhile, Rikkai University's tennis club office.

Kirihara slammed his phone on the table with a "thud," his kelp-like hair sticking up proudly: "See! I told you it wasn't Risa-nee who did it!"

An eerie silence fell over the tennis club members.

Sanada's dark face formed a perfect backdrop behind Yukimura, the air pressure so low it could be a typhoon. Renji Yanagi silently added in his notebook: [Probability of Akashi being deceived: 99.9%]

Yagyu's hand trembled slightly as he pushed up his glasses: "Akaya, you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Little seaweed blinked its big, emerald-green eyes innocently, looking just like a Shiba Inu that had been sold but was still helping to count the money.

Yukimura's lips curled into a dazzling smile. He gently ruffled his junior's sparse hair, saying, "Yes, Akaya is right." His tone was as if he were coaxing a three-year-old.

The jackal bit his lip hard to suppress his laughter, his shoulders shaking as if he had been electrocuted.

"Plop~"

Niou clung to Yagyu, his silver hair swaying with laughter, "Some people~ get sold out and still help the seller count the money~"

Liu Sheng brushed the fox's paw off his shoulder and gave his partner a disdainful glare: "Why did you provoke her for no reason?"

"Puli~" Niou played with his little braid, blinking innocently, "I didn't do anything~"

Marui Bunta was curled up on the sofa in the corner, scrolling through his phone. Just as he was happily browsing comments, enjoying the spectacle, suddenly—

A new post from "Evil F" popped up at the top of the phone screen:

[Next Issue Preview: The Data Team's Secret Experiment (Data Team Couple)]

[Attachment: Humanistic Analysis Table of Professor × PhD (including force diagram)]

Marui Bunta stared at the Excel spreadsheet in disbelief: "These days, even creating a CP (couple pairing) requires data analysis?!"

He inexplicably opened the attachment—

On the 108 Possibilities of a Data Maniac

① Experimental suit play (acid-base neutralization reaction ver.)

② Laptop Showdown (Whoever turns the page first loses)

③ A special beverage served in a toast (with accompanying stomach medicine).

④ A battle of ink-drawing techniques with fountain pens (role-playing)

⑤ #&の@≡$……

"Oh no..." Marui Bunta covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, "It smells... kind of nice?"

Renji Yanagi was sitting in the corner of the clubroom organizing data when he suddenly heard a "plop" sound. He glanced sideways at it—

In the corner, the red-haired boy kept glancing in his direction, covering his mouth while his shoulders shook violently, and his phone screen flickered suspiciously.

He slightly opened his eyes and appeared silently behind Marui: "...Interesting data?"

"Whoa!" Marui was so startled he almost threw his phone away. "Strategist! This..."

The screen clearly displayed:

[Data Group CP Human-Centered Analysis Table]

※Precautions: Please wear gloves and use lubricant during the experiment.

※Recommended posture: Fountain pen and ink bottle interact (a wonderful chemical reaction will occur when the distance between the fountain pen and the ink bottle is ≤-18cm).

Liu's pen tip snapped with a "snap".

Kirihara Akaya leaned closer, transforming into a curious child: "Wait, what's this negative distance—"

Marui Bunta reacted quickly, covering the seaweed's mouth with his hand, sweating profusely.

Upon receiving his partner's distress signal, Jackal Kuwabara selflessly stepped in to smooth things over: "Um... I was thinking... uh, is it possible... that this 'Evil F-kun' is someone who's been holding a grudge for a long time and is now settling a score..."

Tennis club members: "..."

Thank you for being here, Summary Guy.

Yukimura's smile widened, his violet-blue eyes sweeping over everyone: "It seems... we need to have a good talk with this 'evil F-kun'."

Kirihara was still clueless: "Huh? Should we invite him to the clubroom?"

Everyone: "..."

(Protect our naive and innocent side: Urgency level ★★★★★)

Meanwhile, at Seigaku, Sadaharu Miki suddenly sneezed, his glasses gleaming with an eerie light.

He opened his notebook and silently wrote down a line: [Probability of being ambushed today: 87.3%]

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for the author's comments! You've all gone to so much trouble! →_→