"Hm, what else?" Horie Kei took out a notebook to jot down notes.
"What else?" Fushimi Roku was taken aback and glanced at Horie Kei again. This kid wasn't bad-looking, with fair skin, definitely able to live off his looks—unlike Watanabe Shun, who would spit sourly at the mention of 'good-looking.'
It's a human flaw to fancy oneself a teacher, and Fushimi Roku wasn't immune. He pretended to think for a while and continued, "Another thing is character; you have to have good character for love to last long."
Horie Kei let out an "Oh~," his tone filled with admiration.
Fushimi Roku felt good about himself; it had been a long time since anyone believed his nonsense. Whenever he mentioned 'good character,' Kazama Tatsuya and the others would click their tongues in disdain.
