Chapter 37: Bet (1/2)

The case was quickly processed. Considering that Masashi has previously rendered a meritorious service by chasing a robber, and this was also his first offense, the school gave him a demerit penalty.

Facing such result, Masashi just yawned and walked away.

Although Masashi was relatively indifferent, Rumi’s reaction was much more intense. If not for Kazumi, who held her back, she would have taken her bamboo sword down to the Principal’s office.

“Brother, what are you going to do? If this punishment doesn’t get canceled before the graduation, it will affect the high school last exams.”

“Relax, from now on, as long as I don’t do any serious offenses, this punishment will generally be canceled before graduation.” Seeing Kazumi was so worried, Masashi tried to comfort her.

“Is that true?”

“Of course it’s true.” To be honest, Masashi didn’t really want this matter to be over. He didn’t even want to go to college.

In his view, University is a place where one further one’s study. It’s better just to skip classes, chasing girls and eat them, all the way until graduation. That’s his ideal scenario.

Today, Masashi has accumulated four or five Engineering, Biological, and Medical Doctor Postgraduate diploma. Although each country has a different name on the diploma. Moreover, the years were also separated across several centuries.

“Brother, why would that Misato Kazuo frame you like this?” Kazumi leaned on Masashi’s shoulder and asked.

“He is nothing more than an extra. The Director is someone else. I’m just a bit curious about why would that fellow took his aim at me.”

“Who are you talking about?” Kazumi looked up at him.

“Soon you will know.” Masashi smiled.

“You didn’t tell mom about this did you?”

“Of course not. I had also told Rumi, asking her not to speak out.”

“That little rascal is not reliable. Right, where is she now?”

“Already asleep. She probably got too tired today.

Remembering the way Rumi sought justice for him today, Masashi couldn’t help but smile.

When he went back to school, all the people who knew him looked at him with all kinds of vision.

Faced with those people’s eyes, Masashi went on his way, as usual, to read comic and dozing off, relaxed and carefree, making other people jealous.

What made the boys indignant was, that kendo girl, Nagakawa Rumi’s attitude toward him was still the same as before. Not a single outsider’s rumor of the so-called breakup. Moreover, in order to keep Masashi from skipping class again, she would come to visit the class after each lesson.

However, regarding this treatment that makes other boys endlessly envy and hate, the person involved incessantly complained.

Admonition, persuasion, pleading, swearing, lying….As long as there’s a method, Masashi would use it. But the always obedient Rumi has unusually persistent regarding this matter. She even shed tears for this, making Masashi can only oblige and submit.

This feeling is the same as when one go looking for a stepmother. Masashi can only face upward and took a deep sigh.

“Kazumi, go try to persuade Rumi. If this continues, I will suffocate.” Masashi can only wish for her, in addition to Rumiko, to be able to manage this stubborn little girl.

Seeing her brother showed a century rare tragic expression, Kazumi secretly laugh.

“Isn’t this good? Brother ought to appreciate Rumi’s painstaking effort.”

The nearby Rumi fiercely nodded. She looked very proud of herself.

Masashi angrily looked and can’t help but knocked her down.

“Ah! Kazumi, senpai bully me again.” Rumi held her head and hid behind Kazumi.

“Brother, stop it. Rumi did what she did, because of your own good.” Kazumi gently stroked her head.

“I know she is good to me. But do you think I’m the type of person who would quietly sit and listen to other people’s lecture?”

“Every day wants me to sit down motionlessly, making me easily gets hemorrhoid. I’m tired of it and bored to death, like being imprisoned. Do you want to take my life?”

“But there’s no other way. Who told senpai to have messy results like these? If you skip classes, it’s very likely that you will fail a grade.” Rumi couldn’t resist opening her mouth.

“Cut, I thought it was something else. It’s actually just about the test score.”