Love Comes After Learning

He took out his notebook and handwritten homework roll, and turned on the desk lamp.

"Before going to bed, remember everything you have learned today!"

That's what she's aiming for today.

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"Rizu-chan, you can go take a bath~"

"Got it, Dad."

Pressing the Chinese homework full of various circles with a pencil case, picking up her pajamas, Ogata Rizu went to the bathroom to take a shower.

With precise movements, he took off his clothes and put them neatly in the laundry basket. The doll-like delicate but expressionless immature face and the plump bust that did not match his body shape flashed in front of the full-length mirror, followed by the sound of dripping water It sounded, and the shower head sprinkled hot water, scalding every corner of the body.

Ogata Ritzu closed her eyes and gave up thinking for a while, allowing her tired spirit and body to recover bit by bit.

As long as there are liberal arts courses, it will make her physically and mentally exhausted-because she always tries to understand and analyze those "illusory things" that cannot be expressed by formulas, and the results are often in vain.

Recently, I have to add the pressure from Teacher Kirisu and the sense of urgency that the final exam is getting closer.Every time I pick up a book, I can't help but ask myself-is it worth it to keep going?

Whether it is calculated in terms of short-term or long-term benefits, the answer is naturally only "not worth it".

She once calculated that the opportunity cost of her choice of liberal arts, that is, the value of continuing to study the abandoned path of science, in terms of monetary benefits, is probably several billion yen, right?

From a rational point of view, it would be like deliberately writing a wrong answer at the end of the formula, and it was impossible for her to choose this way.

——But, Ogata Rizu still wants to know, what is "human emotion"?

Reasons to win the game.

Can see through the reasons for the opponent's habit of playing cards.

A better understanding of why others think.

The ability to make decisions in an instant, even exceeding the speed of quantum computer calculations, is the reason why the heart, which is more complicated than any formula, works.

Perhaps it is because it cannot be calculated that it is difficult to give up?

As long as you understand, you can win the game.

As long as you understand, you can show a happier expression.

The reason is that simple.

So, she wanted to major in psychology, for which she had to go to a liberal arts college.

Regardless of whether it's worth it or not, if she wants to do this, she will stubbornly do it to the end, and giving up halfway is the most inefficient choice.

"Just, what does that sentence mean..."

The strongest brave, just can't find the way to defeat the devil?

Is this telling a story?Why all of a sudden tell a story?

I couldn't understand, and I didn't understand what he was trying to say.

Although the meaning of encouragement was clearly conveyed, as expected, Ogata Rizu was still at a loss as to the deep meaning in it.

Can't the way of speaking be simpler...it's better to use formulas to express.

"Ah..." A sigh slipped from his lips, Ogata stopped the shower and started to lather up.

Recalling the scene at that time, she pursed her lips lightly, as if a stone was lightly touching the surface of a lake, causing some waves in her heart.

Even though she didn't understand those words, Asada Shinichi's expression clearly told her that it was not a joke.

He seriously thinks they are both amazing and wants to help them achieve their goals.

He is their educator, who agrees with their ideals, not only does not laugh at them, but is even willing to make a bet on this, betting his school life, a strange and reliable "good teacher".

After only knowing each other for a day, Ogata Rizu decided so.

"This man will not harm us, he is trying to help us. Therefore, I must also use the same effort to repay him."

It's just the simplest equation.

Although the answer that can be given now is far from the standard, at least, we can't let it stay at 1 and stand still.

The movements of her hands quickened, and after taking a shower, Ogata Rizu sat back at the desk before her hair was dried.

The light refracted by the lens under the dazzling white light of the desk lamp seemed to illuminate various books of modern Chinese, ancient Chinese, and poetry beside her.

"Before you go to bed, you have to understand this question."

After setting the goal in a small voice, the pen began to fall.

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——Same night sky, different people.

They are all working hard to learn

Chapter 27 Fumino Furuhashi does not support the ending of the harem

"Finally finished!"

Stretching out a slightly trembling hand, Asada Shinichi solemnly put a stack of word cards into the box, looking at the sky with a fish-belly white belly, with an empty smile like a fairy on his face.

"Next, go to school to complete the last step..."

Propping up his tired and stiff body like an old machine, and letting the empty coffee cups just sit on the table, he picked up his schoolbag and box, and staggered out the door.

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When Fumino Furuhashi walked into the classroom, what he saw was Shinichi Asada lying on the table like a corpse.

"Ahhhhhh! Asada-kun, what's wrong with you? You look like your body has been hollowed out, did you do something bad last night?!"

Asada raised her head with difficulty, and gave her a weak look at her who was flustered and at a loss: "I went out to fight crime and maintain world peace, and you dare to say that I have done bad things? You are against our Kamen Rider family! "

"Where are the Kamen Riders?" Furuhashi complained reflexively, and then sat next to him, genuinely worried, "Did you stay up all night? Your dark circles are as heavy as Chairman Baiyin."

"That's really bad... I don't want to become the horrible look of the chairman with fierce eyes." Asada wailed, and if he was not very handsome, if he had dark circles under his eyes, he might not even be as good as the chairman. , can only become an existence that is in the same boat as Uesugi Fuutarou.

That guy looked him up and down with pointed dirty eyes early in the morning, and kindly advised him to be restrained... If it wasn't for his lack of energy, Asada would definitely take out all the books in his schoolbag and smash them on his head superior.

——I stay up late to do business, why are you two thinking so dirty?

It's a pity that Asada doesn't even have the strength to justify his name now.The side effects of staying up late for the first time were more serious than he had imagined.

"... Asada-san, did you stay up late because of us?"

As if confirming something, Guqiao Fuminai pursed his lips, and asked softly, cautiously and guiltily.

Asada glanced at her, and turned his head away expressionlessly.

"Don't guess, it's just that I watched all of Akiyama Shinobi's Original Sin series yesterday, because it was so good-looking, so I accidentally forgot the time, and it has nothing to do with you."

"But, didn't you just say to fight crime..."

"Is there? I forgot, please ignore the nonsense of people whose heads are exploding."

"Then you said yesterday that the adventure we're looking forward to starting today is..."

"Ahhh~ Mr. Asada is now in standby mode, he can't hear anything~" Shouting wildly, Asada held his head in his hands, and entered the turtle mode with reddish ears, saying "Next, please treat me as a dead person" The appearance of evasion.

Guqiao couldn't help chuckling: "Student Asada, you're still as awkward and arrogant as usual."

"Stop rambling, I just have a sense of shame, how can I be considered arrogant."

"Ah Le, didn't you enter standby mode?"

"When you mentioned my name, it turned on the phone! Well, I'm going to rest. If you have nothing to do, try not to talk to me."

"Ha..." Gu Qiao watched helplessly as he leaned back to rest on the table again, feeling a little uncomfortable and happy at the same time.

(I must be forcing myself again because of our affairs... And I still don't admit it, I have been pretending to cover up my kindness over there, Asada-kun is really an idiot...)

She once again refreshed her understanding of the awkwardness and clumsiness of this person - before lying, at least tidy up the messy hair and tired expression, okay?And when explaining, the description became darker and darker, almost like admitting that I was making excuses...

Even though he was a little curious about what he did for them all night, Fumino Furuhashi was most concerned about what she could do for Asada like this.

After all, she is Asada Shinichi's "educator's assistant"!

She said yesterday that she would help him with affairs other than teaching, so now is the time for her to show it!

To let Asada-kun regain his energy in a stable way and sleep without hindrance, this is the task of Fumino Furuhashi today, and it is also the duty of an assistant!

Quietly clenched his fist in front of his chest, Fumino Furuhashi nodded firmly.

"Okay! Never let anyone wake Asada-kun!"

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The first session in the morning, English class.

As soon as the English teacher walked in, he saw Shinichi Asada sleeping on the table, frowned, and was about to speak.

Fumino Guqiao rushed up like a whirlwind, and whispered to the teacher righteously: "Teacher, Mr. Asada learned English very late yesterday, can you please let him go?"

The English teacher gave her a strange look, then glanced back and forth between the two of them ambiguously, and finally said nothing, but instead patted her on the shoulder encouragingly, asking her to go back to her seat.

The voice of the following lectures was also calmed down a lot.

Guqiao Wennai breathed a sigh of relief, Xindao English teacher is really a good person.

It's just that this feeling of losing something is an illusion?

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The second session in the morning, Japanese history.

A middle-aged man with a bald head and teeth like a mouse walked in. In the middle of the class, he found Shinichi Asada sleeping soundly on his desk.

Immediately, a cold light appeared in his eyes, a cold light flashed, and the white chalk flew out of his hand like lightning. The end of the trajectory that could not be seen clearly was his forehead.

This is the unique skill of the Japanese history teacher - don't return the chalk!With one shot, when the chalk is completely shattered, the sleeping students will definitely wake up!

No student dares to sleep in his class, because the chalk case is true, and no one can escape the sanction of the white track.

But he didn't expect that his complacent stunt would collapse at this moment!

I saw two ballpoint pens jumping out from the side, like chopsticks held by a martial arts master. The two pens clamped the chalk that was still in mid-air, and stopped it ten centimeters from Asada's forehead. , can no longer advance an inch.

Fumino Guqiao seemed to exhale nervously, holding the chalk firmly with one hand, and quickly picked up the white paper with big bold characters on it with the other.