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Mochizuki Oboro was fiddling with the newly released AI chat software, looking at one side of her head.
Are you free this afternoon?
Typhon handed over a brand new exercise book, no longer using the classic little notes to communicate as before.
This could easily increase the risk of exposure, but Mochizuki Oboro felt that Tsutsumi probably wanted to create a dialogue book specifically for this purpose.
Let her be.
"I have time. Where would you like to go?" Mochizuki Oboro replied, picking up his pen.
Tsutsumi wrote with a soft rustling sound, his neat handwriting flowing continuously from the tip of his pen, and he confidently entrusted the lookout duty to Mochizuki Oboro.
"District 5. I'd like to visit Chaldea University with you to motivate myself. If things continue like this, I feel like I'll have trouble even graduating normally."
Plan to achieve the same goal, then work together towards that goal, encourage each other, and you will reap a bright future.
Typhon felt this brought her more joy than any date.
Although I'm still a poor student, it's okay, I'm a person who can grow.
Having self-confidence is extremely important, Ti Fong wholeheartedly agrees. It would be rather tragic if you didn't even believe in yourself.
Tiamat stared intently in the direction of Mochizuki Oboro, her focused gaze making one wonder if she was contemplating some earth-shattering conspiracy.
Because they had already given prior notice, Kenneth and the other teachers wouldn't really treat Tiamat as a student. As long as she didn't excessively disrupt the class, they would let her be.
Arcueid, as holy as ever, is fast asleep.
Everyone has their own things to do.
[Skill: Star Premonition has been activated.]
Sensing Kenneth's gaze, Mochizuki Oboro kicked Typhon's heel, sending a final ripple through the air.
Tifeng understood immediately. Instead of putting down his pen, he casually stopped moving, slowly raised his head, and performed a series of feigned movements with ease.
Such results cannot be achieved without repeated practice.
Since Mochizuki Oboro discovered it too early, Kenneth, who had gained nothing, could only let out a soft snort and give her a "you guys be careful" look.
A sense of accomplishment welled up inside him, and Typhon straightened his back, regarding it as proof of honor.
"Perfect!"
[Strategy Progress Improved]
Tiphon: 67%
[Side Quest Progress]
[Tifeng's Boyfriend Test: 47%]
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After school, in the fifth school district.
Asking which university is the second best in the world will inevitably spark an endless debate.
But if you ask which university is the best, there is now no doubt about it—Chaldea University.
The university ranks first in a range of majors, including painting, music, sports, and scientific research, encouraging students to fully explore their potential.
Professors Tesla, Van Gogh, and Da Vinci are among the lecturers, and renowned successful figures such as Morgan, Tralock, and Artoria are alumni who graduated from here.
Thinking about his dismal academic performance, Typhon couldn't help but feel ashamed, as if he had shrunk considerably.
Chaldea University's admissions methods are nothing special. Besides the most basic entrance examination, there are also methods such as admission based on special talents and special admissions.
Basically, all Servants meet the requirements for special talent admission. Caster's repeated thoughts that "it's okay not to study" are actually understandable.
However, Typhon couldn't accept living such a decadent life. She at least wanted to try to get into Chaldea University based on her academic performance.
Humans are inherently lazy; once they fall into a deep pit, it is very difficult for them to climb out on their own.
High school is over, but what about college? Especially since those are the most precious and valuable years.
Servants can stay fresh forever, but Masters cannot. Even for the sake of Mochizuki Oboro, Typhon felt it was necessary to spend as much time as possible with him during this somewhat imperfect yet rich and colorful period.
The two people who had made a reservation in advance did not select the guided tour service and opted for a completely self-guided tour.
It is said that Phineas Academy is famous for its Servants, but Chaldea University also has quite a few Servants.
Even in such a short distance, Mochizuki Oboro and Typhon sensed the presence of several Servants.
Wearing a feather fan and a silk turban, with big ears, red-faced, black-faced...
"They all seem to be very outstanding seniors," said Mochizuki Oboro.
Tifeng held Mochizuki Ryou's hand: "We'll be just as good in the future."
"Truly confident."
"I just trust you."
"—"
The firepower has increased. And not just a little.
Versions may change, characters may be adjusted, but Mochizuki Oboro never expected that Tsutsumi Toyo would completely switch modes.
Is it now in sync with Epsilon?
When thoughts cease, the touch and warmth emanating from the palms bring a sense of ease, just as always.
There's no need to think about anything tedious; just put the trivial matters behind you and freely imagine the future.
Mochizuki Oboro squeezed the soft little hand back slightly and strolled with Tsutsumi Yuki along the path under the shade of the trees.
As it approached six o'clock in the afternoon, the summer heat subsided, and the crimson sky turned into a golden hue, creating a classic sunset scene.
“Everyone says that once you get to college, things will be easy, and you can do whatever you want.” Typhon imagined the future: “We can also take walks on this path in the future.”
"University, where you can do whatever you want?" Wang Yuelong's eyes shifted: "I don't think any university, no matter where it is, can let you do whatever you want."
Typhon gave a light kick: "Watch the atmosphere. Don't say things you shouldn't."
"It doesn't matter because it's you." Mochizuki Oboro wasn't angry; instead, she spoke softly.
"They always commit fouls in places like this."
Tsutfong muttered to himself, awkwardly turning his head away, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Mochizuki.
The little hand, which had been quietly clenched tighter, still contradicted its owner's hypocritical behavior.
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Chapter 222 Let's Catch the Laborers!
When summer is mentioned, one thinks of short sleeves and skirts, sailor uniforms, fair arms, and then...
Human imagination soars at this moment.
Unfortunately, the summer uniform for girls at Finis Academy is a pleated skirt that goes past the knees, so there are absolutely no heart-pounding perks—unless the other person is willing.
Lunch break, on the rooftop.
Ipsilon moved closer to Mochizuki Oboro, gently lifted her skirt, lowered her eyes, and her pure face was clearly tinged with a hint of allure.
"Please have some self-respect, benefactor." Mochizuki Oboro said Amitabha, opened the bento box handed to her by Sajou Aika, and prepared to feed her own stomach.
Golden, crispy fried chicken nuggets lie alongside tempting roast duck pieces, while tangy and spicy shredded potatoes and vibrant green vegetables complement each other perfectly. The freshly baked bento box, steaming hot, is so enticing that just the aroma alone is enough to make your mouth water.
Today's bento box is in a Chinese style.
Mochizuki Oboro's favorite ingredients are potatoes and eggs. He sincerely believes that if someone can make these two things taste bad, they really shouldn't cook at all, to avoid wasting ingredients.
Ipsilon chuckled: "Is your brother scared? We haven't had much time alone together lately, so what's wrong with being a little closer now?"
"I'm thinking of you." Mochizuki Oboro picked up a piece of chicken cutlet. "Please. Shut up for now."
Faced with the temptation of the first bite, Epsilon naturally couldn't remain unmoved and swallowed it whole.
When Mochizuki Oboro put down her chopsticks, they were still noticeably wet.
"..."
According to information from the famous wartime agent, Ms. Sajou Aika, although Mochizuki Oboro has no lover, her first kiss was forcibly taken by a certain urban god, so perhaps this little water stain is nothing.
Should we wipe it? Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?
Shouldn't we wipe it? What if it causes secondary disasters?
To be or not to be, that is the question.
Wang Yuelong had a sudden inspiration, and instead picked up a piece of shredded potato with her chopsticks and held it to Tifeng's lips.
"Do you take me for a filter?" Typhon clicked his tongue. "Speak!"
"Eat," Mochizuki Oboro gave the command reflexively.
Youth should be a journey filled with sweat and effort, a journey of stumbles and rises. Regardless of the destination, the scenery along the way is the best reward.
At least years from now, when you look back, you can smile and hold your head high, saying that you did not "let your youth go to waste".
——That’s how it should be.
Why is my youth taking such a strange turn? Mochizuki Oboro can't understand it.
Before they knew it, this rooftop had become a private spot for everyone. Eri, Reines, Kiyohime, Merry, Ayaka Sajou... regardless of whether they were from or outside the school, or whether they were potential romantic interests, they all preferred to come here for a lively lunch.
The atmosphere remained harmonious until the inopportune notification tone sounded.
"What? What?" Ipsilon leaned closer. "We're all here. Whose message is this?"
Tifeng grabbed his younger sister's ear: "Can't it just be work-related contact outside of school? Why do you care so much?"
However, after Ipsilon started the conversation, several gazes, some hidden and some direct, fell on Mochizuki Oboro, like bright spotlights, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.
Karen: Come to the infirmary after lunch. The school has arranged it.
Mochizuki read the message aloud expressionlessly.
"The nurse from the infirmary?" Tiamat's alarm bells blared: "Male or female? Age? Servant? What do they look like?"
Meryl's mouth acted before her brain: "Female, in her twenties, quite pretty, a follower."
"Teacher-student relationships are forbidden!" Tiamat crossed her arms over her chest. "Absolutely not! It's against school rules!"
……
"Ah-"
Karen pulled out a tissue and blew her nose. She felt someone was trying to attack her teaching certificate.
The health room and medical room at Finis Academy have different functions. The health room has beds and some basic medicines, allowing students who are slightly unwell to lie down and rest, and also disinfects and bandages wounds.
The infirmary is mainly responsible for temporary treatment and rescue in emergencies. However, it is rarely used, which is why Dr. Roman is so idle that he gets moldy.
"Come in," Karen said upon hearing the knock.
Mochizuki Oboro opened the door to the infirmary: "Good afternoon."
“I’ve found two assistants. Please wait a moment; the other one will be here shortly.” Karen pointed and said, “If you want tea, pour yourself some. There are also drinks, but they are my personal collection; you can find them by opening the drawer.”
Wow.
Looking at the half-open bottle of black tea in the drawer, Mochizuki Oboro thought for a moment before closing the drawer.
It would be terrible if there was something inside. Knowing Karen's personality, she wouldn't do anything too outrageous, but she'd still play pranks.
"Tsk."
"?"
"Nothing, you heard wrong."
"Oh."
Mochizuki Oboro pulled out a stool and sat on the other side of the desk, waiting for the arrival of another laborer.
Karen tapped the table lightly with her four fingers in a repeating motion: "I initially planned to bring Eri Se over. She and I are quite familiar with each other."
"In the beginning, what about now?"
"Don't worry, you probably know him."