Before he could continue pondering the meaning of the maple leaf, the crisp sound of high heels approached from afar. The classroom door was pushed open, and Ms. Judy walked in, wearing ten-centimeter stilettos, followed by a young woman with an elegant demeanor.

“Class, we have a new student today~” Judy announced in her signature mix of English and Japanese, then stepped aside to make room for her. “This is Ooka Momiji, who transferred from Kyoto.”

The girl standing on the podium had short, curly brown hair, clear and bright indigo eyes, a delicate nose, and glossy red lips with light-colored lip gloss. A small, bright red earring was faintly visible near her ear.

She has a beautiful face and a tall, graceful figure.

What's most eye-catching is, of course, the elegant curves of her full bust under her Teitan school uniform. It's just an ordinary school uniform skirt, but it still can't hide her voluptuous figure when she wears it, as if she was born for this school uniform and gave it a unique charm.

At this moment, she was staring intently at Yuzuru Nanami by the window with undisguised fervor, her gaze filled with complex emotions—expectation, passion, and a hint of determination.

"I am Ooka Momiji." Her voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an undeniable air of authority. "Nice to meet you."

As she spoke, her gaze never left Yuzuru, as if everyone else in the classroom was invisible.

A murmur rippled through the classroom.

The surname Ōoka is a household name in Japan, an ancient family that rivals the Suzuki Group.

"Ooka Momiji?! Is she the young lady of the Ooka family in Kyoto?"

"I've heard she's a famous talented woman in Kyoto!"

"Why did she suddenly transfer to a school in Tokyo?"

"Why...why is she staring at Yuzuru-kun like that...?"

Amidst the murmurs, Sonoko, who was on her deathbed, sat up with a start. When she looked up and saw Momiji on the podium, she jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end, as if she had seen something unbelievable: "Ooka Momiji?! What are you doing here!"

Xiaolan also straightened up instantly, her gentle eyes turning sharp.

Momiji gracefully brushed a stray hair behind her ear, the movement light and alluring. She ignored Sonoko's questioning, her gaze fixed on Yuusuke: "Husband, it's been a long time."

The word "husband" made the whole class gasp. Several boys even exaggeratedly clutched their chests as if they had been shot with an arrow, their faces showing pain. Their beautiful fantasies were shattered in an instant.

Yuzuru raised an eyebrow, twirling the maple leaf between his fingers: "Momiji, isn't this nickname a bit premature?"

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Ooka Momiji confidently raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over Ran and Sonoko, and smiled slightly: "Sonoko-san and Ran-san, don't you welcome me?"

"Who would welcome you?!" Sonoko slammed her hand on the desk, making a loud bang as she stood up. "Hey! Momiji! When did Nan become your husband?! Don't flatter yourself!"

Although Xiaolan didn't say anything, her clenched fists showed her attitude.

A spark ignited instantly between the three girls.

The temperature in the classroom seemed to rise a few degrees.

The boys were heartbroken to see these beautiful girls, each with their own unique charm, fighting over a man.

They finally got another pretty female classmate, but before they could even have a chance to think about her, she was already taken, and it was that despicable guy, Yuzuru.

"Cheers!!!" A boy couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet in frustration.

Ms. Judy stood aside, watching the spectacle with great interest.

She wore a low-cut shirt and a pencil skirt that accentuated her figure perfectly, but found that she couldn't attract Yuzuru's attention at all, which made her feel frustrated and unwilling.

"Alright, quiet down." Judy clapped her hands, trying to restore order to the classroom. "Hongye, please find a seat."

Ooka Momiji walked straight to the seat behind Hanyu Nanasu and smiled slightly at the girl who was originally sitting there: "Excuse me, could you please move to another seat?"

Although it was a request, it was filled with an aristocratic air that left no room for refusal.

The girl was intimidated by Hongye's aura. Her face flushed, she hurriedly packed her bag and gave up her seat, running to an empty seat at the back.

"Thank you." Ooka Momiji sat down gracefully, her movements displaying the poise and elegance characteristic of aristocrats.

Sonoko was so angry that she gritted her teeth and turned around to argue.

Ran grabbed her arm: "Sonoko, class is starting."

Judy began her lesson, but the atmosphere in the classroom was unusually tense. Yuzuru could clearly feel the burning gaze of a girl behind him, as well as the wary glances that Ran and Sonoko occasionally cast at him.

The two women never expected to see Ooka Momiji here.

Originally, according to their idea, Kazuha was the main force against Momiji, and the countermeasures that the three girls had discussed in Osaka were all intended to be implemented by Kazuha.

To my utter surprise, the other party showed no martial ethics.

They launched a surprise attack, heading straight for their headquarters, which caught them off guard.

The lecture continued when Yuzuru suddenly felt someone gently poke his shoulder with a pen.

Then, Ooka Momiji's soft, gentle Kyoto accent came from behind: "Husband, do you like my gift?"

"You mean this?" Yu Shengnan waved the maple leaf in his hand.

Without turning his head, his voice came directly to Ooka Momiji's ear. The noble girl was not surprised at all and smiled, saying, "Yes, Momiji specially selected this from the most beautiful maple tree in the mountains of Kyoto."

"Tsk~"

Yuzuru clicked his tongue.

As expected of a prestigious institution, even a simple maple leaf is prepared with such understated luxury and profound meaning.

What should I do if I'm a little touched?

“Miss Koyo,” Yuzuru finally turned around, a faint smile on his lips, “your actions will cause the other students to misunderstand.”

Ooka Momiji tilted her head slightly, her brown curly hair falling over her shoulder: "What misunderstanding? Doesn't my husband think we're a perfect match?"

She deliberately raised her voice so the whole class could hear her, saying, "I specifically transferred from Kyoto to Tokyo."

A chorus of cheers erupted in the classroom as students' eyes darted back and forth between Hanyu Nan and Ooka Momiji, their faces filled with curiosity and excitement.

So you built a harem, huh? Now look what happened! Ugh!

Sonoko bared her fangs: "Ooka Momiji! Don't go too far!"

Ran couldn't help but turn around, her eyes filled with warning. Her karate skills were no joke: "Hongye, it's... class time now!"