"Madam, oh no... Mother, I'm going out."
"Junichi-kun, please be careful on your journey."
The front door was closed, and Hayakawa Misae cupped her slightly flushed face, feeling inexplicably strange.
"Junichi-kun, why do you call me that? It's weird."
It took her a while to shake her head and come back to her senses.
"Now is not the time to think about such things. Today I'm officially starting my job search. Good luck, Misae!"
Hayakawa Misae cheered herself up, took out her foundation box to touch up her makeup again, and then left the house.
Junichi Sei attends Aoyama University, which is ranked among the top 20 universities in Sakura University. Although it is still a well-known first-class university, it is not as prestigious as Waseda University or the University of Tokyo.
Yes, it's also known as a holy land with the most beautiful women and scumbag women everywhere.
Logically speaking, senior students like Junichi Sei are usually doing internships or preparing for graduate school entrance exams, and don't need to go back to the college much.
However, because professors at these top universities place great importance on graduation theses, final revisions are still required before the last submission.
Aoyama Gakuin University is located in Shibuya Ward, Tokyo. When Junichi Sei's father wanted his son to attend the university, he bought a house nearby, about 5 kilometers away, which is only 7 train stops away.
Junichi arrived at the school quite early, around 8:15 a.m., and the building for the Department of Economics was rather deserted when he entered.
Even so, he still attracted a lot of attention along the way, especially girls, who were very interested in such rare creatures as handsome men.
"Hurry up, go get their LINE ID, they'll all be gone soon."
"Go by yourself, I'm already taken."
"Wipe your mouth, it's overflowing. And you say you're taken? Does your boyfriend even know how infatuated you are?"
However, because Seijun looked unfamiliar, no one dared to approach her and were all curious about where this transfer student came from.
The floor where Junichi Sei was located was mostly occupied by classes for third- and fourth-year students, so the probability of freshmen being admitted was basically eliminated.
"Ah~"
"Feel sorry."
As he approached the classroom, Junichi felt something bump into him; it was soft, and he instinctively apologized.
"Are you blind...?"
The latter seemed to have a bad temper. While covering his head, he couldn't help but start to scold, but he quickly swallowed the words back and stared blankly at Sei Junichi, somewhat lost in thought.
So handsome!
"You're alright..."
Junichi wanted to check on the other person, but when he saw their face clearly, his expression turned cold, and he entered the classroom without saying a word.
What bad luck!
Airi stared blankly at the other person's tall and straight back for a while before she came to her senses. She subconsciously touched her not-so-obvious belly and muttered to herself, "So what if he's a little handsome? What's so great about that?"
Upon entering the classroom, perhaps due to physical habit, Junichi Sei found a relatively secluded corner seat.
In universities, seats are laid out horizontally, and there are basically no fixed seats except in laboratories.
"Hey classmate, I admit your looks are absolutely stunning, but I still have to remind you, this is for my best friend!"
The speaker was a long-haired boy wearing glasses. He pushed up his glasses with his middle finger, and under the light of the fluorescent lamp, a mysterious reflection was refracted on the lenses, making him look somewhat gloomy, which made Junichi feel an involuntary sense of closeness.
Wait, what the heck is this "intimate" thing? It's a side effect, it must be a physical side effect!
Boys? No way!!!
“It’s me, Gangtae.”
Junichi said in a low voice.
"That voice, Masaka, who is it...?"
Amon Kota's hand, which was holding the frame of his glasses, trembled, and his pupils contracted slightly.
"Mmm." Seijun nodded.
"How is this possible! You...you actually went to such lengths for Ellie...but plastic surgery and all that, isn't that a huge sacrifice?"
Amon Kota swallowed hard, finding it unbelievable, yet also feeling a faint sense of respect.
No wonder he's the man I consider my best friend!
Amon Kota supported the other person's shoulder, feeling his blood boiling.
Oh—ah!!!
"What nonsense are you talking about? I just got a haircut."
Junichi slapped away the other person's groping hand in disgust.
"Red bean paste?" Amon Kota was stunned.
Junichi rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this chuunibyou guy anymore.
"You've changed, Junichi. You're about to become a popular person, and you no longer care about your former best friend."
Yamen Steel was severely impacted.
But the next second, he quietly pulled out a mysterious package from the drawer, labeled "Latest Bombshell Broadcast: Ryoko's Close-Up Photobook," and said with a regretful look, "It seems this kind of thing is no longer of any use to you, so I..."
Halfway through his sentence, Amon Kota discovered that his wife in his hand had been firmly pinned down by a mysterious force. Looking down, he saw it was Sei Junichi's hand, which had become much larger than before.
Junichi Segawa coughed lightly and said, "Well, it's not that I don't need it, but I'm worried that you might get stuck on the problem if you're alone with these study materials. Let's do it together. Please trust me one more time."
"Yes, that's more like it, Junichi. You seemed like a completely different person to me just now!"
Amon Kota's lips curled into a smile as he released his grip.
With a shy smile, Sei Junichi quietly moved the other party's first wife from the other party's drawer into his own.
"Seeing this change in you, I have nothing to worry about."
"It's so mysterious," Yamen Gangtai said.
"Huh?" Junichi Sei asked, puzzled.
"Hehe, I've been holding back for you for a long time, Junichi. Actually, I already had a girlfriend a month ago!"
"A 'romantic' life? Wait, you mean you're dating someone?"
"Didn't expect that, did you?"
"And what about Huizi? You were with her the other day..."
Amon Kota interrupted directly: "Hey, don't be too fixated on the target. Cast a wide net, catch more fish, and choose the best ones."
"As expected of you!"
Amon Kota proudly raised his chin: "And she's an unexpected beauty from a prestigious university!"
Junichi looked the other person up and down repeatedly. His long hair was a little greasy, his fingernails were covered with some gray dirt, and his glasses were covered with fingerprints. He fell silent.
Upon seeing this, Amon Kota panicked: "It's really Junichi, how could I lie to you?"
Sei Junichi straightened his posture, his face solemn, and extended his left hand to make a gesture of invitation: "Tell me about it."
Yamen Gangtai immediately perked up and began to speak eloquently:
In short, the girl approached him first, and was introduced by an unknown friend. Not only was she a student at Shimizu Women's University, but she was also incredibly beautiful and would occasionally send Amon Kota late-night comforts—small, slender photos.
As he spoke, Amon Kota, fearing that Seijunichi wouldn't believe him, took out the photo for Seijunichi to see.
However, Amon Kouta was too stingy. It seemed like he had planned this all along, and he censored all the erotic parts, which made it hard for Seijunichi to accept.
However, the girl was indeed very beautiful, even more so than Kaori Ogasawara whom I met at the beach.
Amon Kota stared at Sei Junichi with great anticipation, but to his disappointment, the other man did not show the envy he had imagined for a long time. In fact, he gradually became somewhat serious.
"What's wrong?" Amon Kota felt a little uncomfortable.
Hurry up and be shocked! What's with that expression? Are you kidding me?
Junichi stroked his chin and asked tentatively, "Have you met this woman before?"
"I thought you were going to say something?" Amon Kota felt a scare, then immediately straightened his back: "Of course we've met, we've video chatted."
Junichi Sei shook his head: "I mean offline, face-to-face!"
"Um... well, actually we did try to arrange it, but both times the other person was busy. Anyway, video calls are the same for these kinds of things, so if you're too pushy, it'll just make them feel uncomfortable."
Yamen Gangtai found himself a reasonably comfortable excuse.
Junichi's brows instantly relaxed, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face: "Then that's it."
Amon Kouta: "Hmm?"
Junichi Sei solemnly said, "Break up with her, this is a trap, Kota!"
Amon Kōta couldn't help but stand up from his seat: "What?!?!?!"
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