This time, the two did not chat in the coffee shop like before. Perhaps because she was afraid of the gossips of too many people, Mibu Sayaka took Fang Zheng to a more remote dojo. It seemed that this was the place where Mibu Sayaka practiced kendo - well, although she was a second-year student, she was also a rich person.
In this sense, Sayaka Mibui can be considered one of the unjust members that she wants to defeat.
After all, most people don’t have the ability to build a temple for themselves, right?
"Regarding the previous incident..."
After inviting Fang Zheng to sit down, Mibu Sayaka spoke a little nervously but seriously.
"I've thought about it, Kasugano-san. At first, I thought it would be enough to just let the school know what we think, but now I understand that this alone is not enough. I hope we can ask the school to improve our treatment..."
"So what are the details?"
Fang Zheng stared at Mibu Sayaka, his expression did not change at all. Facing his stare, Mibu Sayaka hesitated.
"This... In short, we hope that the school will abolish the current unfair treatment and treat us equally with those magic clubs."
"I've said before that this is impossible."
Fang Zheng knocked on the table.
"This is a magic high school. Magic is naturally the top priority. If you are not satisfied with this, you can transfer to another school."
"But this isn't just a school problem, Kasugano-san."
At this point, Sayaka became excited.
"It's the same in society. Magicians can get more compensation than other people. Isn't this unfair? They are superior to others just because they have magic power. Isn't this too much?"
“Your words also apply to other areas.”
Fang Zheng yawned.
"For example, idol stars, why do they get such high appearance fees? Aren't they just pretty and can sing a few songs? Or doctors, just because they treat patients and save lives, they get more money than ordinary civil servants. Don't you think it's unfair?"
"This, this is different..."
"Same."
Fang Zheng interrupted Sayaka's speech.
"What you said is, in the final analysis, nothing more than a roundabout way of complaining about the unfairness between talented people and incompetent people. Magic is a talent, singing is also a talent. Literature is a talent, sports is also a talent. The same thing always happens in various fields. According to what you said, even if there is no magic, equality will still not exist. Even if you go to an ordinary high school, the ranking of students will still be centered on grades, which is no different from magic high schools."
Fang Zheng yawned again when he said this. Frankly speaking, what Mibu Sayaka said was not beyond Fang Zheng's expectations. She was only sixteen years old, the age of a middle school student. According to Fang Zheng's experience, students of this age group are basically full of passion and can be easily instigated to pursue things that sound beautiful but unrealistic, such as fairness, justice, freedom and democracy.
Fang Zheng thought all the things Mibu Sayaka said were nonsense. In his opinion, it was better to give magicians special status than those traffic stars. After all, magicians did have high-end power. What about those traffic stars? They didn't necessarily need to be able to sing, as long as they had money to become famous - after all, there were still many fools in this world.
Someone like Fang Zheng can now take out 100 million yen to start an agency, and then find a JK who looks good on the street, and package her, and then let her dance for otakus on the stage during the day and dance for herself in the theater at night, and she will be famous in Japan in a month at most.
This thing is even simpler than spending money to draw cards. Is this considered a big deal?
In Fang Zheng's opinion, traffic stars are not even as good as amateur actresses, because at least they are armed with real guns and have real combat experience.
As for traffic stars... hehe, the only value of their existence is to prove that there are more idiots in this world than you can imagine.
Just like the number of cockroaches represents the density of garbage in the home.
"I'm sorry, but it looks like there's nothing we can do together."
Fang Zheng shook his head and stood up, but Mibu Sayaka grabbed him anxiously.
"Wait a minute, Kasugano-san, we really need your help. Don't you have any feelings about this at all?"
"No."
Fang Zheng shook his head without hesitation.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in what you said. What you said is meaningless to me."
"So... how about this?"
However, in response to Fang Zheng's answer, Mibu Sayaka grabbed his hand, pressed it against her chest, and stared at Fang Zheng.
"Is this... okay, Kasugano-san?"
“…”
Feeling the soft touch at his hand, Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes, then he stared at Mibu Sayaka and asked in a low voice.
"What do you want to do?"
“…”
Mibu Sayaka didn't answer, but just lowered her head with a red face. Obviously, she was not used to doing this kind of thing.
"You obviously don't do this for ideals or some vague slogans. You do this because you have a goal to achieve, so you need my help, right?"
Fang Zheng seemed to be asking a question, but also seemed to be answering his own question.
"So, what exactly are you going to do?"
"Don't ask anything."
However, Mibui Sayaka suddenly raised her head, stared at Fang Zheng, and threw herself into his arms.
"Please, this is my dream, I want to achieve it... that's it..."
Although Mibu Sayaka seemed very nervous, Fang Zheng did not believe her because she was not good at lying. Fang Zheng also noticed the inconsistency in Mibu Sayaka's actions. For example, she could not answer her own questions, but she was confident in what she did. This was actually a very contradictory behavior.
If she really believed in her own ideas, she would not be unable to say a word in the face of Fang Zheng's questioning. No matter whether it was a twisted theory or a stubborn one, she should always have some excuse.
But she said nothing.
Of course, if he was a "blindly loyal" samurai, he would obey even the most unreasonable orders for the sake of his master. But Mibu Sayaka gave Fang Zheng the impression that she was a very opinionated and proactive person, not the kind of pawn that would be ordered around.
Therefore, even without much thought, Fang Zheng could be sure that there must be some conspiracy hidden in this. Otherwise, she would not need to do such a thing.
But...what does this have to do with me?
Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and gently wrapped it around Mibu Sayaka's slender waist, feeling the smooth and firm touch at the touch. Then he looked at Mibu Sayaka again, who looked at him with a red face without saying a word.
"You should understand what you are doing."
Fang Zheng reached out and unbuttoned Mibu Sayaka's collar, pulling her neckline down to reveal her snow-white skin. Mibu Sayaka seemed a little nervous. This girl who always looked so majestic in the kendo field finally showed the shyness that suited her age.
Seeing this scene, Fang Zheng smiled slightly, then he leaned close to Mibu Sayaka's ear and whispered.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng gently bit the earlobe of the beautiful kendo girl in front of him. At this moment, Mibu Sayaka seemed to be struck by lightning, her body softened, and she fell into Fang Zheng's arms. Then Fang Zheng lowered his head and kissed Mibu Sayaka's lips.
“Uh… um…”
The girl's body trembled violently, but Fang Zheng did not give her any chance to struggle. He was like a lion that had found its prey. He pressed the delicate prey directly to the floor, and then began to enjoy himself and feast on it.
But good times are always short-lived.
When Fang Zheng left the dojo contentedly, it was already late at night. Mibu Sayaka was still lying on the floor of the dojo in a daze. The girl looked completely different now. Her hair was messy and scattered. The school uniform she was wearing had been thrown aside. Her snow-white skin was exposed under the silvery moonlight, and even the turbid marks on it could be seen.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
After an unknown amount of time, the cell phone rang. Upon hearing the ringtone, Sayaka Mibui, who had collapsed on the ground like a puppet, suddenly showed some emotion. Then she reached out her hand, slowly took out the cell phone from the uniform pocket next to her, and put it to her ear.
"Hello...it's me, yes...it's done."
As she spoke, Mibu Sayaka looked at her own body.
"He will help us, just as you thought...Yes..."
Sayaka Mibui's tone was very calm, as if nothing had happened.
"…We will succeed, I assure you. I understand, then everything will go according to plan…"
Having said that, Mibu Sayaka hung up the phone and then looked at her cell phone.
"Yes, everything is going according to plan..."
Sayaka Mibui spoke while gently stroking the phone, but unlike her previous calm tone, this time, an expression of happiness and obsession appeared on her face.
"Everything will go according to the master's plan..."
Under the moonlight, one can clearly see a pink heart-shaped mark quietly appearing in the girl's pupils...