Chapter 6: She's not an undocumented resident; she's a legally registered indigenous person...
After doing her homework in the classroom for a while, Risa saw that it was almost time to go downstairs with her schoolbag.
At the entrance of the teaching building, she met Chinatsu Sato.
"Matsuno-senpai!" The girl blushed and handed over a paper bag. "This is a thank-you gift!"
When Risa opened it, she found it contained handmade cookies.
"I baked this myself for the home economics class this afternoon...it might not taste very good." Sato nervously twisted his fingers.
Risa picked up a piece and took a bite. The sweetness was just right, with a subtle vanilla flavor.
“It’s delicious,” she said.
"Really?" Sato's eyes lit up instantly, like stars.
Before parting, Chinatsu Sato gently reminded her, "Um, Matsuno-senpai, thank you for helping me at noon. But those people are not easy to mess with, so be careful."
Risa, carrying the bag of cookies Sato had given her, hummed a tune as she walked towards the lockers. The setting sun streamed through the glass windows of the corridor, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
"What a good child..." She thought of Sato's bright eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
This kind of pure kindness has been rare in the entertainment industry for a long time.
Arriving at the lockers, Risa found her own locker.
The moment the cabinet door opened, her smile froze.
The storage compartment, which should have been used to store indoor shoes, was empty.
"What happened?" She crouched down to examine it carefully, even turning the entire cabinet upside down. "I clearly put it here..."
A bad feeling welled up inside me.
Are you looking for this?
A strange, sarcastic voice came from behind me.
Risa turned around and saw the girls who had bullied Sato at noon leaning against the wall, with Suzuki dangling a familiar little leather shoe in his hand.
"Oh dear, I accidentally got them dirty~" she said, feigning surprise, and casually threw the shoes into the nearby trash can. "Shoes this dirty don't do justice to our 'hero'."
Risa's fists clenched unconsciously. She took a deep breath, silently recited the "don't get angry" mantra, and managed to calm herself down: "Childish."
"What did you say?" Morita's expression changed.
"I'm telling you, you're all so immature." Risa stared at Morita, her tone calm. "Bullying transfer students, hiding other people's shoes—is this the level of Rikkai University's senior high school?"
Suzuki: "What do you know! That ugly girl actually dared to hand a love letter to Yagyu-senpai..."
"So?" Risa interrupted her.
“She likes Yagyu and sends him love letters; that’s her right, not a reason for you to bully her.”
"In the eyes of true strong people, your behavior is as ridiculous as kindergarten children fighting over toys."
After saying that, she walked to the trash can.
The shoes were a complete mess. The uppers were covered in insulting graffiti with marker, the insoles were soaked with juice, and the sticky sugar had even seeped into the leather lining.
I just bought these new shoes last week, and I've only worn them for less than half a day.
My hands are trembling, not from sadness, but from uncontrollable anger.
"What? Are you about to cry?" Morita crossed his arms, his smile full of sarcasm. "This kind of cheap stuff, if it breaks, it breaks."
Risa slowly raised her head and smiled.
She took out her phone and pointed the camera at the girls: "Come on, look at the camera."
"What are you doing?!"
"To collect evidence."
Risa shook her phone, and the screen clearly captured their panicked faces.
“The evidence of your intentional damage to other people’s property is conclusive. According to the provisions of the Civil Code, you have to compensate me for the cost of two pairs of shoes.”
She counted on her fingers: "A pair of indoor shoes, originally 4800 yen; these leather shoes, 29800 yen. Total..."
"34,600 yen, cash or bank transfer?"
Morita: "What nonsense are you talking about! Who saw us do it?"
"Oh? Do I need to call the police and have them retrieve the timestamps from the corridor surveillance footage and compare them with your handwriting?"
"......"
"Or, I could just post the video online. The video from noon was titled 'Lihai University Bullying Scene Recording,' and this one could be called... the sequel?"
Morita and Suzuki gave in: "No...we'll pay..."
"That's more like it!"
Risa put away her phone, a bright smile on her face.
Three minutes later, Risa's account had an extra 34,600 yen.
"Very well, I won't pursue compensation for emotional distress this time." She deleted the video in front of them.
"Matsuno Risa, you just wait."
After making his harsh remarks, Morita stormed off in a huff. Suzuki Yui quickly followed after him.
"Heh..." Risa pouted, "Is that all? You're nowhere near as good as a die-hard fan."
After Risa left, "Yagyu" emerged from around the corner of the corridor. He removed his wig and glasses, revealing a head of silver hair that resembled that of a fox.
"Puri~ Brilliant. The methods are even more professional than those of a con artist."
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Arriving at the school's clock tower square, Risa stared down at her phone screen, her fingers constantly zooming in and out of the map, her brows furrowed.
Rikkai University truly lives up to its reputation as a century-old prestigious school; its campus is ridiculously large, with the teaching buildings and club areas alone forming a labyrinthine maze. She followed the navigation icons, turning left and right several times, but still couldn't find her way to the tennis club.
"It's right nearby..." she muttered to herself, looking up and around.
A sharp whistling sound came from the wind, like the sharp sound of something cutting through the air at high speed.
Risa subconsciously turned around—
A soccer ball was flying straight toward her face!
Her pupils constricted, and time seemed to stretch out in that moment. The basketball rapidly magnified in her vision, but her body remained immobile, and her consciousness was abruptly pulled into a chaotic vortex of memories...
A piercing crash sound.
The headlights were blinding.
Severe pain.
At twenty-five, she lay in a pool of blood, her consciousness fading. All she could hear were the cacophony of shouts, the sirens of ambulances, and... the piercing, maniacal laughter of that toxic fan.
Before her vision went completely dark, she vaguely saw that her phone screen was still lit up, showing the U-17 World Cup Finals preview from "The Prince of Tennis".
Then, the world went completely dark.
The baby's cry.
"Let's name her 'Risa,' hoping she'll be as pure and gentle as a pear blossom."
Through her blurry vision, the young woman gazed at her tenderly, while the man beside her smiled and nodded.
Risa blinked, then instinctively reached out and grabbed the woman's loose hair with her chubby little hand. This gesture seemed to please the woman, as a soft laugh reached her ears.
In an instant, seventeen years of memories flooded back like a tidal wave.
It turns out... she didn't "time travel," but rather "reincarnated" into this world. It's just that her infant brain was too immature to hold complete memories, and she only suddenly awakened at a certain triggering threshold.
"Bang—!" The sound of the soccer ball being hit pulled her back to reality.
"Watch where you're going when you're walking on campus, hehe~" The silver-haired boy leaned lazily against the purple-haired boy next to him, laughing like a fox.
"Are you alright?" Yukimura Seiichi put the racket back into his bag and looked up at the girl who had almost been hit by the soccer ball.
Risa's pupils dilated slightly as she looked at Yukimura Seiichi in front of her, then looked down at her own hands.
It felt like a thousand horses were galloping across the plains inside me. So, after all this time, she wasn't an undocumented person who had been possessed, but a native with legal status?!
What kind of Alice in Wonderland fantasy script is this? But this is a good thing. At least from now on, she won't have to feel guilty about possessing someone else's body, and she can truly rest easy.
This discovery made Risa so excited that her scalp tingled. In her extreme excitement, she once again did something without thinking—to verify that this was not a dream, she pinched the handsome boy's face again and again.
“Warm! It’s real! It’s not a dream!” she murmured excitedly, completely oblivious to the deathly silence around her.
So much so that when she came to her senses, the entire square seemed to have been muted, deathly silent.
With a crisp "pop," the bubble gum that Marui Bunta was blowing suddenly exploded and stuck to his bewildered face.
Yagyu Hiroshi's hand, which was pushing up his glasses, froze in mid-air. Yanagi Renji's pen tip smeared a blot of ink on the notebook. Even the usually composed Sanada stared wide-eyed in surprise.
Risa blinked her wide almond-shaped eyes and awkwardly withdrew her hand.
She, a transfer student from Tokyo, twice sexually assaulted her savior—the "God's Child" of Rikkai University—in full view of everyone.
Ruan Lisha, oh Ruan Lisha! You've really mastered the art of "repaying kindness with enmity."
Before they knew it, the area was surrounded by tennis club members in khaki tracksuits and students in school uniforms.
Someone in the crowd muttered quietly, "This is going to be on the front page of the school newspaper..."
Kirihara Akaya rushed over with his tennis bag on his back and happened to witness this scene.
The seaweed's pupils dilated in shock: "Risa-nee, are you crazy! That's the club president!"
"You're being far too lax! What are you doing?!" Sanada roared, his aura fully unleashed.
Amidst the gasps and gasps, one could vaguely hear dangerous words such as "death penalty," "burning at the stake," and "nail her to the red gate."
When Risa came to her senses, she realized that her happy high school life was gone with a snap.
"How does it feel?" the blue-haired boy asked with a smile.
A chill ran down the back of Risa's neck.
She chuckled twice, then subtly took a half-step back: "Ha, ha... um... nice skin, very bouncy?"
The air fell silent for a second.
The students watching gasped in shock.
"—Smack."
Marui Bunta couldn't resist, and the bubbles he had just blown popped on his face again.
Liu Lianji paused, and Liu Shengbilushi's lips twitched.
Niou Masaharu, watching the spectacle, exclaimed, "Pfft... this transfer student is bolder than seaweed..."
Only the little seaweed looked terrified, as if it had seen something more frightening than a demon.
"Oh no, oh no, Risa-nee is going to have her five senses destroyed..."
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