The math teacher was writing on the blackboard, but the sound of chalk scraping against the blackboard couldn't drown out the pounding of her heart.

"So my husband's teeth... could gently scrape over there..."

This thought made Hongye squeeze her knees together.

She should have been more elegant...

Koyo recalled with regret how she had lost her composure at the end. When Yuzuru Nan suddenly wiped her lips with his thumb and said with a mischievous smile, "You got maple syrup on your lips," she felt as if an electric current had instantly flowed through her body, and all her composure and elegance crumbled instantly, leaving her completely flustered.

After a brief moment of shyness, she composed herself slightly, shifting her gaze from Yuzuru's tall and straight back to Sonoko, who was surprisingly not sleeping during class, and then glancing at Ran, who was occasionally turning back to secretly observe.

Ooka Momiji's lips curved into a smile.

She finally succeeded in winning over a part of her husband's heart.

In fact, during her investigation, she learned that Yuzuru Nan paid great attention to every girl around him, so she was willing to change her strong personality for her husband.

But before that, she has to successfully join.

Her arrogance is both her weakness and her strength.

Every girl around her husband has different characteristics. She understands that she can change, but not completely, because that would mean losing herself.

She wants to win over Yuzuru Hanyu's heart with her most authentic and unique self.

Yuzuru's shoulder was tapped with a pen.

A note was handed to me from behind.

"My lord, how sincere is their intention?"

Her neat handwriting conveyed a sense of playfulness and anticipation.

Yuzuru paused in his pen-twirling motion and smiled slightly.

Then, a few more lines of text were added below the note, and then they quietly returned the way they came.

As Ooka Momiji looked at the haiku that Hanyu Kusunoki had pushed onto the sticky note, her eyelashes cast trembling shadows in the afternoon sunlight:

When maple syrup melts snow

Whose daughter is unbuttoning her clothes?

Still has a strong milky aroma

The ink nib spread a tiny blot on the character "乳" (breast), much like the pure white mark that dripped onto her collarbone from the rooftop.

...

...

As soon as the school bell rang its last beat, Sonoko and Ran, like two alert cats, grabbed Hanyu Nan's arms on either side, glaring at Ooka Momiji, who was gracefully standing up in the back row.

Seeing this, the students in the classroom slowed down the pace of packing their bags—this was a rare live broadcast of a chaotic scene!

"Kumi-chan," Sonoko raised her chin like a proud peacock, "we're going home with Nanami now, please make yourself at home~"

Although Xiaolan didn't say anything, the strength with which she held Yuzuru's arm noticeably increased, as if she were silently asserting her dominance.

Ooka Momiji calmly tidied her brown curly hair, a composed smile playing on her lips, unmoved by the two's hostility: "Since we're going the same way, why don't we walk together?"

"well?"

This answer surprised both Sonoko and Ran.

Based on their understanding of Momiji, they should have expected this young lady from Kyoto to be confrontational. Why has she suddenly become so agreeable? What is she really up to?

"Who wants to go with you!" Sonoko immediately retorted.

Momiji gracefully slung her backpack over her shoulder—a finely crafted genuine leather bag adorned with delicate Kyoto wind chimes: "Why are you being so formal, Sonoko-san? After all... we'll be seeing each other quite often in the future."

Sensing the murderous intent emanating from both sides, Yuzuru wisely chose to remain silent.

He realized that Hongye had changed her strategy, shifting from a direct attack to a flanking maneuver, retreating to advance step by step.

"Then, let's go together," Xiaolan suddenly said, her eyes shining with determination. "Anyway... anyway, Nan is our boyfriend!"

She spoke these words very loudly, drawing the attention of the students who hadn't yet left the classroom.

Sonoko glanced at Ran in surprise, then nodded knowingly: "Right! Let's go together then, who's afraid of who!"

Thus, a rare scene unfolded at Teitan High School—Hanyu Nana was "held hostage" by two beautiful girls, with a noble-looking transfer student following behind. The four formed a strange combination, attracting countless curious glances.

In the corridor, Momiji naturally walked to Hanyu Nan's side, maintaining a just-right distance from him, neither too close nor too distant: "Husband, do you need help with today's math homework? I won a gold medal in the National Mathematics Competition when I was in Kyoto."

"No!"

Sonoko immediately chimed in, "I'll teach Nan's math!"

Xiaolan chimed in, "I can help too!"

Yuzuru Hanyu: "!!!"

He looked at the two girls in shock.

Ran is one thing, since she's always had good grades, but how could Sonoko, that academic failure, possibly offer to teach him how to do his homework?

"Thank you all for your kind offer, but I'll do the homework myself."

Back when the system hadn't officially awakened and he only had memory bread, he was a renowned top student in various universities, winning numerous awards in competitions, thanks to his extraordinary memory and learning abilities.

Back when Conan was still Shinichi Kudo, he was also thoroughly outmatched by him in academic competitions.

Sonoko became his little fangirl around that time.

The three girls made their way to the school gate through a series of open and covert struggles.

Ooka Momiji didn't actually go back with them. It wasn't the right time yet; she knew that haste makes waste.

Watching the car that came to pick up Ooka Momiji leave, Sonoko and Ran looked serious as they pulled Hanyu Nana along towards the villa. They needed to hurry back and discuss a plan with Kazuha.

This concerns whether something is big or small, and it's extremely serious.

They don't have to become too powerful, but they absolutely cannot allow Ooka Momiji, that domineering noblewoman, to become too powerful.