"If this is really the case, please leave and change into a beautiful girl." As he said this, Toru Watanabe wrote "Super interesting, but the experiment seems a bit dangerous" in the evaluation column of the physics class.

Saito Keisuke crossed his arms and imitated the class monitor's behavior, pushing up his glasses - in today's evening class meeting, the man with the tallest eyes was elected as the male class monitor.

"Watanabe, let's play a beautiful girl game together!"

"It turns out it's me who should leave. Goodbye, Aki Keisuke Toniya-san."

Watanabe Toru turned his pen and looked out the window, thinking about Koizumi Aina's attitude at the class meeting.

It was as if the hug at noon had not happened, but it was not the same as usual. Her eyes were deliberately avoiding this corner.

"...That's it, so let's play a beautiful girl game together!" Keisuke Saito seemed to say something impassioned.

There is no need to ask specifically. When the answer is no, it makes no sense what the other party says.

Watanabe Toru closed the "Teaching Diary": "Let's go."

"As expected of Watanabe! My best friend!"

The two came to the teacher's office, and Saito Keisuke was waiting outside.

"Mr. Koizumi, this is the "Teaching Diary"." Toru Watanabe put the "Teaching Diary" on Koizumi Aina's desk.

"Hmm." Among the piles of information, Koizumi Aina was typing on the computer.

Watanabe Toru glanced at the succulent on the corner of the table, and then at Koizumi Aona.

"What's the matter, Watanabe-san?" Koizumi Aina turned around and looked at Toru Watanabe businesslikely.

Watanabe Toru was thoughtful and finally nodded: "I see, I understand. Goodbye, teacher."

"Yes." Koizumi Aina responded calmly.

When Toru Watanabe walked out of the office, Koizumi Aina faced the laptop again, her white fingers on the keyboard, but she couldn't type a word.

What do you understand?

You call him Watanabe-kun, so you simply forget about the past?

That's right, he never said he liked himself, he was just trying hard out of wishful thinking.

That's fine. He is a student and I am a teacher. That's fine.

The computer screen in front of him gradually blurred, and Koizumi Aona raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes before continuing to work.

"Teacher," a warm breath suddenly came to my ears, "I feel like eating hamburger tonight...is that okay?"

Koizumi Aina trembled all over, heat began to concentrate on her snow-white face, and her heart was beating fast.

"Teacher?" The part that makes the sound is getting closer and closer.

"Teacher?" I'm about to kiss you!

"No, no problem!" Koizumi Aina responded sadly.

"Great, thank you, Mr. Koizumi." Toru Watanabe left the office again.

Koizumi Aina's eyes were watery, and in order to cover up her hot and red cheeks, she held her face with her hands.

Worried about being discovered, she suddenly looked around secretly as if remembering, and then met Huangzi's eyes.

It's over.

It was obviously a misunderstanding yesterday, but has it become true today? Do you really want to date Watanabe and be his lover?

No, no!

...

At least, at least, wait until after graduation.

Akiko looked at Koizumi Aina, and she couldn't bear the look of a little woman trapped in a fantasy of happiness.

Turning her face away, she opened the water glass and took a sip of water, with a weird expression on her face, as if the water was bitter.

Watanabe Toru met Saito Keisuke who was waiting for him, and walked to the club building together.

In the classrooms I passed along the way, there were occasionally students on duty.

In Class Three, there are students who are having interviews with their teachers, probably because of their April mock test results.

"The goal is to sell fifty copies at the cultural festival, and then we can enter the comic exhibition, become famous in the industry, receive invitations from industry companies, and go..."

Saito Keisuke talks about his grand ambition for hegemony.

"Aki Keisuke, please find your own heroine, don't say this to me." Toru Watanabe refused.

"Real game makers don't need passerby heroines at all! Women will only be an obstacle to work! Let's hold hands together on the road, ride the Ferris wheel together, ride the roller coaster together, enter the haunted house together, ride the merry-go-round together, use this time to completely

It can make female game characters three times cuter!"

"The Ferris wheel and merry-go-round are good. I'll try them with my K-san next time."

"Watanabe!!!" Saito Keisuke shouted the actor's name almost in tears.

"I know, I know." Watanabe Tetsu said helplessly, "What should I do? Invest? Is one million yen enough?"

"If you can, please do it!"

"The copyright of the game belongs to me. If I lose money, I will pay the bank interest..."

"Actually, I'm here to discuss the script with you."

When he went to the club building, Watanabe Toru probably knew Saito Keisuke's plan.

He, Toru Watanabe, who has the highest score in the island nation, will be responsible for the game script;

Then, I asked him, Toru Watanabe, the strongest ace of the instrumental club, to ask the instrumental club to help with the music;

Finally, I continued to ask him, Toru Watanabe, the handsome guy from Tokyo, and asked Chichiko from the art department to be responsible for the original painting.

"Let's not talk about who Chichiko is in the art department. I want to know, what are you responsible for?" Toru Watanabe asked.

"Supervisor." Saito Keisuke said.

"Gone?"

Saito Keisuke thought about it and answered for the second time: "There are also software aspects."

"What a coincidence, I also know a candidate in the software field, and I can ask him to help." Toru Watanabe said.

"Really? Great! This way I can relieve a lot of stress! By the way, who is that person? I must invite him to join the computer research department!"

"It's totally fine if I ask Keisuke Saito of the Computer Research Department."

"..."

"You see what I mean?" Toru Watanabe said, "I can make my own games."

Saito Keisuke said "Oh" with a dull expression, and then wailed:

"Watanabe, Watanabe, please, let me be the supervisor! No one can surpass me in my love for beautiful girl games, please give me a chance!"

"Leave it to others for music and original painting. Work hard on your own game. Isn't your enthusiasm as good as An Yilun's?"

"...What you said makes sense." Saito Keisuke said in frustration, but quickly cheered up: "But with Watanabe's script and my love for Bishoujo Games, we have already

Ranked first in the country, hahahaha!"

In the elevated corridor on the fifth floor, Mai Horikita practiced carefully in front of the music score.

Seeing Toru Watanabe, she gave a thumbs up imitating "Kamen Rider Kuuga".

Watanabe Toru also gave a thumbs up.

"Senior, today is indeed different." Horikita Mai said.

"What's different?"

"In the past, I would not respond to me at all. I would only gently remind me to practice seriously."

"Practice seriously." Toru Watanabe warned.

"Senior~, Watanabe-senpai~" Horikita Mai didn't know whether it was dissatisfaction or coquettish pout.

Watanabe Toru, whose sins were getting deeper and deeper, turned a blind eye and walked towards the Human Observation Department.

Rin Kiyono was reading a book, and Miki Kujo was browsing something on her tablet. Just one noon, everything went back to a month ago.

But some things have changed forever in the ten years of Mr. Koizumi.

Watanabe Toru cannot predict good or bad. The only thing he can do is to do his best to make the people who love him and the people he loves happy.

Sitting at the zelkova table after a long absence, in order to help Saito Keisuke, he wrote a script without reading or studying.

"You two, I have written a script, could you please help me comment on it?" he said to the two beautiful girls.

No one answered him, which meant they agreed.

Watanabe Toru read:

""Where is this?" I looked around with doubts. What appeared in front of me was a beautiful girl with a pair of golden ponytails. Above the girl's head, floating the words "poor and arrogant". "The word? This

in the end......"
To be continued...