Does gravity make me stronger?

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Not far away, a girl wearing the Moon Forest school uniform stood gracefully at the dormitory entrance.

Since that was the only way to leave the dormitory, every time someone left, they would notice this unusual girl.

Nagasaki Motoyo calmly accepted the attention from others, occasionally flashing a polite and elegant smile.

The students passing by couldn't help but feel a fondness for this warm and generous beauty. They kept this fondness in their hearts, considering it a small joy they could share with their friends on their way to school.

Of course, some students, both boys and girls, would take the initiative to strike up a conversation with Nagasaki Motoyo.

When it comes to girls, Nagasaki Motoyo will chat with them for a bit in a friendly manner, but when it comes to boys, she will just smile and shake her head to indicate her refusal.

This attitude left Hachiman speechless, both amused and exasperated.

Su Shi, don't you know that at Haneoka Academy, yuri is the way to go?

But whether it was a man or a woman, Hachiman couldn't accept it, so he sped up his packing again and left the room in a hurry two minutes later.

"Excuse me, are you a student of Tsuki no Mori? What are you doing here?"

A round-faced girl with a single ponytail mustered up her courage and spoke to Nagasaki Motoyo, who gave her an impeccable smile and explained that she was just waiting for someone there.

Perhaps sensing the distance in Nagasaki Motoyo's tone, the girl with the single ponytail didn't say anything more, but felt a little regretful.

Who is this beautiful girl waiting for?

As she left, she deliberately slowed her pace, trying to find the "ideal lover" of the Moon Forest Lady.

Which senior student could it be?

No, it could also be a girl in my grade.

As long as it's not a boy, it's fine.

Hachiman, who had just stepped out the door, paused, annoyed by the girl's incredibly straightforward words.

What do you mean by "as long as it's not a boy"?

What did you do to me, boy? If you keep doing this, I'm going to punch you!

On the other side, seeing Hachiman, whom she had been waiting for, finally appear, Nagasaki Motoyo's big, watery eyes sparkled as if stars were shining.

This captivating expression caused passersby to stop and stare, their hearts fluttering with a mixture of admiration and a touch of envy.

"Greetings."

"morning."

Noticing the sharp gazes coming from all directions, Hachiman let out a soft snort.

"Su Shi, didn't you say you'd wait for me outside? There are too many people here..."

It's better to have more people.

Nagasaki Motoyo's lips curled up slightly, but she remained unmoved.

"I'm sorry, Hachiman, I'll be careful. Shall we meet at the coffee shop next time?"

Both his voice and the smile on his lips captivated Hachiman.

Seeing such a beautiful girl in the morning is a real treat for the eyes, but that's precisely why Hachiman is a little scared.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Nagasaki Motoyo's voluptuous figure and her tendency to frequently engage in physical contact were undoubtedly a huge torment for a hot-blooded high school boy like him.

Especially in the morning, it is very difficult to suppress the body's impulses.

Not to mention, after returning from his hometown in Chiba, Nagasaki Motoyo became even more unscrupulous in this regard, as if she wanted to devour him whole.

Hachiman: My life has been like walking on thin ice. Do you think I can ever reach the other side?

"Ok."

Barely suppressing the impulse in his heart, Hachiman nodded indifferently, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and prepared to set off.

Suddenly, Hachiman felt his right hand sink into a warm pudding.

Turning around, he realized that Nagasaki Motoyo had already taken his arm.

Foul! That's a foul!

Red card!

"Um, my hand..."

"Hey?"

Nagasaki Motoyo must have understood what he meant, but instead of letting go, she squeezed her arm even closer to her chest.

The impulse that I had finally managed to suppress surged back into my brain.

[The pig advances suddenly! 】

The system's witty remark vividly depicts Hachiman's current state of mind.

In public, Hachiman wasn't some kind of pervert, so he naturally wouldn't do anything to Nagasaki Motoyo, but a string in his mind clearly twitched.

He knew that if things continued like this, the city would fall and everyone would perish.

Motoyo Nagasaki is about 1.6 meters tall, which is considered tall for her age, while Hachiman is about 1.75 meters tall. This height difference creates a unique angle.

The girl raised her chin, stood on tiptoe, and looked at him with a pleading gaze that was impossible to refuse.

"Hachiman, let's go."

"Ah."

The two walked down the street, occasionally attracting envious, jealous, and resentful glances.

When they arrived at the train station, Nagasaki Motoyo reluctantly let go of his hand and said, "Hachiman, remember to come to my house this afternoon."

"Hey, why?"

"Have you forgotten? Didn't we agree to work with Aine to adjust the team uniforms?"

Nagasaki Motoyo puffed out her cheeks in a slightly angry manner, like a cute little squirrel.

Kawaii.

Wait, what team uniform? How come he doesn't know about it?

Hachiman calmly recalled the events and quickly remembered the whole story.

During Golden Week, at Aine's suggestion, everyone decided to go to Nagasaki Motoyo's house to alter the team uniforms they had bought, but for various reasons, the matter was temporarily put on hold.

He thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect everyone to still remember it.

It seems like Mygo also has a deep-seated resentment towards their band uniforms...

"I think I'd better pass; I really know nothing about fashion design."

Hachiman made a last-ditch effort, but he knew in his heart that this time he probably wouldn't be able to refuse.

"No, I've already talked to Mom, and she'll cook your favorite food for you tonight."

Is Auntie here too?

Pour Auntie a cappuccino

Nagasaki Motoyo said with a serious expression, "If you don't come, I...I...I'll come to your dorm every day!"

Nagasaki Motoyo, who always acted like a pampered young lady and never acted spoiled, was now throwing a tantrum like an ordinary little girl, which instantly softened Hachiman's heart.

"I'll listen to you. What time this afternoon? Do I have to go right after school?"

Nagasaki Motoyo was overjoyed: "Hmm, are you going to work today?"

"Of course I want to, but it's the night shift, so it's okay to stay a little longer." Hachiman scratched his cheek helplessly.

"Stay a little longer..."

Nagasaki Motoyo rested her chin on her hand, seemingly deep in thought. After a few seconds, she said, "Then it's settled for tonight. I'll come over as soon as school is over."

"I see."

After seeing Nagasaki Motoyo off to the car, Hachiman walked towards Haneoka Academy.

It only takes 10 minutes to walk from the train station to the school, which is plenty of time before the late arrival time stipulated by Haneoka Academy. Upon entering the classroom, the first thing you feel is the strong academic atmosphere.

"During the Sengoku period, Oda Nobunaga..."

"Robust..."

The equation for the displacement reaction is...

Cao, a bunch of critics!

As the saying goes, it's not that you're afraid of a clever opponent, it's that you're afraid of someone who is clever and hardworking at the same time.

Sure enough, as soon as Hachiman entered the classroom, he was completely stumped by these test-taking kings.

Is this really necessary?

Normal high schools aren't as competitive as Haneoka Academy, or rather, they're not as competitive in school.

Most students considering further education enroll in college entrance exam preparation classes in their second year of high school, where they study diligently in the study rooms, while maintaining a relatively relaxed atmosphere on campus.

but.

The students of Haneoka Academy, regardless of age or gender, were all on edge, engrossed in their books. You'd think they were taking their final exams tomorrow.

It breaks my heart to see how you're learning!

Witnessing such a hellish scene greatly aggravated Hachiman's anxiety.

In truth, he should hurry up. Although the scattered knowledge points he gets from studying online are useful, he still needs to systematically organize them again to get high scores on exams.

and.

He wanted to lead his brothers to another victory in this exam.

Um, let's try for another high score. Anyone who thinks too much will be punished with fifty lashes.

Based on the admission quotas of previous years, if the deviation score can be kept stable at around 65 points during the senior year of high school, one can get into a relatively good national university.

(P.S.: The minimum score for admission to the University of Tokyo is around 70 points.)

Although Hachiman Mirai plans to return to Chiba to attend university, the required scores there are not that high. In order to ensure his admission, he still needs to work hard to maintain a high deviation score.

Ideally, I would recommend them for admission.

Of course, such good things are almost irrelevant to him; admission recommendations are already the domain of top students.

But what if?

Without further ado, let me offer some words of encouragement!

Let's start with calculus today!

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is harsh.

As soon as he sat down, the two little devils started chattering incessantly in his ear.

Hey! Where did this demon come from? Take this from my old Sun Wukong's staff!

"Hikigaya-san..."

"Hachiman..."

Those two soft, gentle sentences almost melted Hachiman's heart.

Those dead fish eyes, which had looked like salted fish, immediately became bright and alert. He put down his pen, turned around, and patiently asked, "What's wrong?"

Aine said with some concern, "Hachiman, you're not going to run away this afternoon, are you?"

run away?

I'm probably referring to the incident at Su Shi's house...

Am I that kind of person?

Hachiman spoke with righteous indignation.

In fact, if it weren't for Nagasaki Motoyo's strong insistence, he would have definitely found an excuse to run away.

"Speaking of which, this is my first time visiting Soyorin's house. I heard her mother is here tonight too. Should I bring a gift?"

Ai Yin asked anxiously, "According to Japanese etiquette, you should bring a small gift when you visit someone's home, but what should I prepare?"