(T/N: Yoo guys, how you've all been?
I'm finally back!!)
Chapter 320: "If Hayama Spends Too Much Time in the Bathroom, You're a Total LSP!"
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"Ahem!"
Gan'an Shinomiya cleared his throat, not caring in the slightest.
The women's restroom? So what if he walked into the women's restroom! This young girl simply didn't understand how the world worked. Back in the day, when he led a night raid on the Widow Village...
Thinking up to this point, Gan'an quickly shook his head to snap himself out of it. There was serious business to attend to right now!
"Just tell me, do you agree or not!" Gan'an demanded in a deep, heavy voice, letting out the powerful aura of a lifelong leader.
The pressure was heavy enough to make Kaguya Shinomiya feel a bit breathless. She looked up at her father and answered in a tiny, quiet voice, "...I agree."
"Excellent!" Gan'an nodded with satisfaction. "Let's go. We're heading out first."
"Mhm."
The two stopped talking and walked out together. The moment they stepped into the hallway, they happened to run straight into Asuna and her father, who were walking out of a classroom right next door.
The four of them locked eyes.
Then...
Asuna's Father: "..."
Gan'an: "..."
Asuna: "..."
Kaguya: "..."
A heavy silence fell over the hallway.
After a long moment, Asuna's father couldn't hold it in anymore and scoffed, "Old man Shinomiya, you've really got some wild style~ We came here to discuss serious matters, so why exactly did you pull your daughter into the women's restroom to talk?"
Hearing that, the two young girls immediately took a step back. They both felt that their fathers were being incredibly embarrassing!
Seeing his old friend acting so righteous, Gan'an sneered, "Hmph! What are you pretending for, Old man Yuuki? When we were young and went on that night raid in the Widow Village, you were the one charging at the absolute front!"
"Ahem!! Cough, cough!!"
Asuna's father hacked loudly, desperately trying to cover up his embarrassment.
Damn it! My daughter is standing right here! Can't you keep your mouth shut, you old fox? Asuna's father screamed inside his mind, feeling a wave of social death washing over him.
On the other hand, Gan'an looked completely calm and unbothered. What a joke! He had been an absolute social powerhouse in his youth; a situation like this couldn't shake him at all.
"Let's go! The testing downstairs is about to start!"
"Fine!"
The two old foxes marched downstairs together. Behind them, the two young girls looked at each other. Seeing how red the other's face was, their minds began to run wild with embarrassing thoughts.
Meanwhile, back on the sports field.
The testing had already begun across all four areas. This particular sports festival was a full-campus physical evaluation for every single student at Sobu High, starting with the first-year classes.
At this moment, Seito was personally running the test for Class 1-A.
Looking at Hayato Hayama, who was huffing and puffing in front of him, Seito said with a look of pure disdain, "Are you spending all your free time locked in the bathroom or what? Damn! You are incredibly weak~!"
Hayato Hayama: "..."
A single sentence! Just one sentence was enough to make Hayama nearly spit out a mouthful of blood. He always prided himself on having a good temper, but having his dignity crushed so casually by Seito made his face turn completely red with frustration.
Seito felt a surge of silent satisfaction. He had disliked this Mr. Nice Guy for a long time, and today was the perfect opportunity to mock him thoroughly.
"Alright, alright, stop embarrassing yourself. I'll give you an eight out of ten. Now get out of here!" Seeing that Hayama wanted to raise his fists again, Seito waved his hand impatiently, telling him to beat it.
The scoring system ranged from a minimum of one point to a maximum of ten.
The defense test wasn't a passive measurement; instead, Seito would launch attacks at the students to see how well they reacted and adapted to combat. If the school just wanted to know their raw defensive stats, wouldn't it be much faster to just check their status panels? Because of this, every test was designed to evaluate actual combat capability.
For example, the Speed test required students to run while the proctor, Sae Chabashira, chased them down. As long as the student managed to avoid getting caught, they would receive a perfect score, and they were allowed to use skills during the run.
For the Strength test, students had to launch an attack at Shizuka Hiratsuka. Landing a clean hit meant passing, and the final score was decided based on their overall performance.
The Mental Fortitude test was the most straightforward: Chairwoman Minami simply cast an illusion spell, evaluating the students' natural resistance to mental attacks.
As Hayama walked away completely furious, Kakeru Tobe slowly crept forward.
"M-Mr. Seito..." Tobe was shaking like a leaf. He definitely did not want to get mocked by Seito; it was far too damaging to his self-esteem.
"Alright, let's get this exam over with!" Seito took a step toward him.
Five seconds later...
Looking down at Tobe, who was rolling on the ground and groaning in pain, Seito looked completely unimpressed.
"You're even worse than Hayama!"
"Completely pathetic!"
"If Hayama spends too much time in the bathroom, then you are a total LSP! Watch out, or you'll end up wearing yourself out completely one day."
"Four points!"
Hearing his score from the dirt, Tobe instantly burst into tears. Damn it, isn't this just bullying an honest guy?
Thud, thud, thud—
Two male teachers quickly ran over with a stretcher, lifting Tobe off the ground and carrying him away.
"Next!" Seito called out loudly as he sat back down next to Amou.
The moment his voice faded, Yumiko Miura stepped forward. Seeing her, Seito instantly perked up. He stood right back up and walked toward her, the two of them stopping exactly one meter apart.
"Mr. Seito, let's begin!" Miura's eyes sparkled with excitement when she looked at him. She hadn't forgotten the time Seito had rescued her in the past.
"Mhm, let's do it!" Seito replied with a perfectly serious face, dropping into an attacking stance.
Seeing this, Miura quickly raised her arms into a defensive guard. Without warning, Seito blurred forward, charging straight at her like a flash of lightning.
Whoosh—!
Seito's body transformed into a series of pure afterimages. None of the students watching from the sidelines could tell what was happening. Even deities like Amou couldn't see the movements clearly.
The only two people who knew exactly what was going on in that split second were Seito and Miura.
Miura's face flushed a deep crimson, and she desperately tried to swing back, but her resistance was entirely futile. Seito's hands were being incredibly hands-on, darting past her guard with shameless precision. She felt like every single inch of her defenses had been thoroughly felt out by him!
Swish—!
Blurring back to his seat next to Amou, Seito looked at the heavily blushing Miura standing across from him and announced with a straight face, "I'll give you a nine out of ten. Your defensive capabilities are actually quite impressive!"
Yumiko Miura: "????"
A nine just like that? But I didn't even do anything! Miura stood there, completely dazed and utterly confused.
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