Chapter 72: The Daily Life of a Male High School Student

Week one.

After completing the A-Ku observation experiment and revealing his identity, Jia Ji achieved a 3-second success in his ongoing challenge to attend class without looking at Ryouko Haruhi.

As always, this is truly unbearable—if you can hold it in, go to a sealed space, call out the one inside, and step in yourself.

According to A-Ku’s eyewitness account, the girl sitting behind him changes her hairstyle every day.

On Monday, the girl named Ryouko Haruhi comes to school with long, straight hair loosely flowing.

The next day, she appears with a beautiful ponytail; though unwilling to admit it, this style suits her (Jia Ji thinks so too).

Then, the number of braids increases sequentially by day, except on Saturday and Sunday, peaking at as many as four.

“A-Ku~ Anomaly! This is a hairstyle anomaly!”

The new classmate beside him, vigorously shaking his shoulders, is another major oddity in this school.

“How can you even talk about others?!”

As if deliberately challenging Ryouko Haruhi, this mysterious transfer student wears his uniform like some delinquent assault gear every day; when he “squeezes” through the door, everyone notices black marker scribbles on his clothes—meaningless words.

For example: Monday reads “Strongest in North High,” Tuesday “Yoru Roi Shiku,” Wednesday “Your Opinion Is Useless, Youth in Rampage,” plus things like “Chaos Is Welcome,” “King of the Century,” “Earth-Shattering,” “Invincible Iron Fist,” “Savior Who Destroys Demons,” “Super Bawang Movie Bullet,” “Answer to Earth,” and other absurdities beyond absurd.

These two are like two humanoid typhoons hovering over the Pacific—never directly colliding, yet their outer edges violently clash.

A-Ku feels like a small boat helplessly caught between them, tossed up and down by invisible giant waves, about to capsize.

In Class 1-5, it seems only he can talk to both of these oddballs—doesn’t that strike you as strange?

“Listen, never point out Ryouko’s hairstyle—it’ll make her cut her hair short the next day!”

That’s right—the long-tailed Ryouko Haruhi is the cutest!

“Who cares about that?” A-Ku shrugs, showing his indifference.

“What did you say?! I’m furious!!”

Jia Ji’s hair stood up even stiffer from anger.

“I get it, I get it—just calm down!” A-Ku nodded frantically; the force shaking his shoulders nearly broke him apart—he seriously doubted this guy was really sixteen.

With arms thick and hard as rock, and a back so broad it would cost five thousand yen to hail a taxi from left to right, he looked like a T-Rex in human skin—someone who must’ve repeated grade ten times.

In fact, multiple rumors claimed he extorted upperclassmen and teachers, but A-Ku knew they were lies; after all, some people get arrested just for walking down the street, yet this self-proclaimed “otherworlder” was actually a decent guy.

Though he repeatedly ignored school rules by arriving late and leaving early, stood in bizarre poses as punishment as if accustomed to it, and mysteriously vanished at lunchtime—nowhere in the school could he be found.

But he’d reinstalled the door he’d previously removed, rescued a cat stuck in a tree, and once carried three sick classmates to the infirmary—all good deeds.

During PE, he was in high demand—whether basketball or volleyball, his team always won, revealing extraordinary athletic talent.

“Want to start a class? Fine!”

As he said this, he crushed everyone in every sport—his monstrous physical condition was truly strong like an otherworlder’s.

In short, he was eccentric, vividly distinctive, frighteningly ugly, athletically gifted, brutally sarcastic, yet surprisingly easy to get along with—and after hanging around, he naturally bonded with A-Ku.

This is the usual friendship phase among high schoolers.

As for sixteen?

Yes, on the day Jia Ji enrolled, when checking his panel, he found not only his rank upgraded but his age increased by one year; tracing back the timeline, he deduced his birthday must be April 1st.

That is, April Fools’ Day.

It was so reasonable it killed any urge to complain.

Another PE class.

After one incident where Ryouko Haruhi unleashed a “kill me now” moment, all the boys were hastily kicked out.

Supposedly, in her eyes, boys were just potatoes.

A-Ku was a potato who talked to her voluntarily.

Jia Ji? Probably a Siberian potato that had already sprouted.

Thanks to this mindset, Ryouko Haruhi paid no attention to whether the boys were still present and casually shed her sailor uniform, exposing her slender, fair body clad only in underwear before everyone’s eyes.

Though only a fleeting glimpse, Jia Ji had already captured it completely with ninja-level dynamic vision and the chat group’s photo function.

“Not bad, really not bad!”

There was even a bonus replay!

Then, the boys under the tree formed small groups, watching the girls in gym uniforms freely sweating their youthful energy on the track, naturally shifting the conversation to girls.

“They say Ryouko Haruhi never turns down a confession!”

Doesn’t anyone want to try?

“It’s hard—someone got dumped by her in five minutes!” said Kouta, A-Ku’s friend, whom Jia Ji called “Shrimp-Head Master of Analysis,” an info specialist who ranked girls into A, B, C, D tiers.

“Knowing so much—were you the one she dumped?” Through A-Ku’s connection, Jia Ji had now smoothly joined Kouta and Kunikida, dragging the group’s reputation down.

“Hahaha…” Kouta laughed awkwardly, changing the subject. “I’d recommend Asakura Ryoko from our class instead.”

The girl called Asakura Ryoko had long, neat blue hair reaching her waist, wore a long-sleeved North High sailor uniform in blue and white, with a red bowtie at her chest, its ribbons hanging unevenly—one long, one short; beneath her pleated skirt were slender legs and white socks.

In his rating system, she received an AA+—popular among both genders.

“What about Nagato Yuki from the next class?” Jia Ji suddenly asked.

“About A-minus,” replied the clueless info guy offhandedly.

“What did you say?!”

Jia Ji, furious again!

You evil little Kouta brat—I’ll crush you with the Hokuto Shinken…

Actually, none of the Hokuto brothers know their exact birthdays; setting theirs to April Fools’ Day like 486 feels fitting.

Also, I’m a Yuki fan.

As for Ryouko Haruhi? I wish her and A-Ku all the best.

Oh, one more thing—the reader group will be opened upon release.

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(End of chapter)