Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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"Why are you here?"

Her voice was filled with undisguised panic.

Seeing her series of extreme reactions, Qingze asked in confusion, "Fujikawa, you look very nervous. What are you writing?"

"No, it's nothing!"

Fujikawa Junna shook her head repeatedly, and in her desperation, she did something that left Aozawa speechless.

She quickly stuffed the crumpled piece of paper into her mouth, attempting to destroy the "evidence" in this most primitive way.

Qingze quickly stopped him, saying, "Stop! I don't care what you wrote on the paper, just don't swallow it!"

What if I choke and suffocate?!

Fujikawa Junna stopped moving, having already swallowed most of the paper ball.

She spat it out with extreme embarrassment, a guilty smile plastered on her face, and weakly protested, "Teacher, I really didn't write anything shameful..."

Qingze didn't believe it at all.

If the content could be made public, why would someone have to "swallow paper to commit suicide"?

But he didn't point it out, and said in a calm tone, "Well, I just wanted to borrow a book to read, you don't need to be too nervous."

"Oh."

Fujikawa Junna felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In that instant when she relaxed, a cunning glint flashed in Qingze's eyes. He moved with lightning speed, snatching the crumpled paper from her palm before she could even react.

"what!"

Fujikawa Junna cried out in surprise, her hand clenching tightly, but she grasped nothing.

Qingze ignored her desperate look and slowly unfolded and smoothed out the saliva-soaked piece of paper.

The name "Qingze" came into view.

"Teacher! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please forgive me!!"

Fujikawa Juna broke down, slamming her forehead hard against the hardwood front desk with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, she banged her head repeatedly, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Qingze quickly skimmed through those few lines of text.

There are no explicit descriptions, but judging from the girl's panicked attitude and special interest, one can roughly guess what type of novel this is.

"The writing is good."

This unexpected comment made Fujikawa Juna abruptly stop her "kowtowing" gesture. She carefully raised her already flushed forehead and tentatively asked, "You...you're not angry?"

"Of course I'm angry."

Qingze put the paper back on the front desk and wiped his drool-covered fingertips on the table. "Don't write this kind of novel again next time."

With such excellent writing skills, wouldn't it be better to write traditional shonen light novels like isekai (another world) or hero-versus-drama tales?

"Yes, yes, I will definitely change! Absolutely!"

Fujikawa Juna nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice.

As long as the teacher doesn't fly into a rage or call her parents, she'll agree to anything he says right now.

Qingze could see through her perfunctory attitude, but after this fright, she probably wouldn't dare to act as the main character anymore.

He didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the rows of tall bookshelves, beginning his daily "sweep," searching for any possible gold tags.

When he reached the middle of the third row of bookshelves, he suddenly stopped.

A label radiating a soft golden light is floating quietly on a book.

【Cloak Without a Trace】

A gleam of joy flashed in his eyes as he strode forward and pulled out the book with the label on it.

The book is titled "War and Peace".

Looking at the thickness of the book, Qingze knew that he needed to rediscover the energy he had when he was buried in his studies at Dongda University.

He took the book, turned around, and went back to the front desk, saying, "Fujikawa, I'll borrow this book and read it for a few days."

"Okay, please register your name, borrowing date, and book title here."

Fujikawa Junna immediately pushed the book borrowing registration form in front of him and respectfully handed him a pencil with both hands.

Qingze took the pen, quickly filled in the information, handed the pen back to her, and couldn't help but add, "Read more wholesome and uplifting novels, and don't spend all your time thinking about those messy plots."

"Hi!"

Fujikawa Juna nodded vigorously.

Watching Professor Aozawa's tall figure disappear into the library entrance, Fujikawa Junna finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Only then did she feel a burning pain on her forehead.

She reached out and gently touched it, and sure enough, a small lump had swelled up.

Sigh, I can't keep making Professor Qingze the main character anymore; I have to come up with a new one.

Fujikawa Juna is not an ungrateful girl.

With such a magnanimous teacher, she naturally wouldn't flirt with reckless abandon.

Chapter 72 I am born with superhuman strength

The midday sun is warm and languid, like a golden veil gently covering every corner of the campus.

Qingze stepped out of the cafeteria.

The fact that no blue tags appeared in the cafeteria today made him wonder if it was because the potato slice with the "Rejuvenation Potion" tag from last time was still stored in his storage space.

It could also be refreshed in another location.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, he walked straight into the club building.

I went up the stairs to the third floor and came to the door of the familiar room on the far east side.

The sign for the Philosophy Society still hangs quietly on the wall.

Qingze raised his hand and turned the doorknob.

A warm breeze carrying the scent of spring immediately rushed in through the open window, gently brushing against Qingze's cheek as he stood at the door.

The scene inside the activity room startled him slightly.

Hoshino Saori was kneeling beside a low table in the center of the room, and in front of her was Yato-hime, who had taken off her school uniform jacket and white shirt.

Her long, flowing golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her smooth, jade-like back was completely exposed to the air, with only a thin white lace ribbon running across it, outlining the shape of her lingerie.

Qingze asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Teacher! Is this the time to talk about this?! You should close the door right now!"

Hoshino Saori, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately slammed her hands on the table and glared fiercely at Aozawa.

Yato-hime, on the other hand, seemed indifferent and explained, "To me, bras and swimsuits are pretty much the same, so it doesn't matter if they're seen."

As she spoke, she added to Aozawa, "Saori was curious about my muscle definition, so I took my clothes off to show her my back."

"I see."

Qingze understood and said, "Then let her finish reading it first."

With that, he closed the door again.

Although Yatohime didn't care, as a teacher, he still needed to maintain proper boundaries.

As for why the store wasn't closed immediately?

The reason is that Yatohime was facing away from the door.

Strangely enough, if you're facing each other head-on, seeing someone's chest would naturally feel impolite.

But if it's the back, even if you can see it clearly, it seems to be less offensive.

It's probably safe to say that most people don't have a particular interest in the backs of the opposite sex.

inside the door.

Hoshino Saori breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, I made you expose yourself."

"They all said they're fine."

Yatohime still couldn't understand her friend's nervousness.

In her mind, there really is no difference between a bra and a swimsuit.

"You're welcome."

Yatohime stopped dwelling on such trivial matters and clenched her fists tightly.

The moment she exerted her strength, the seemingly graceful lines of her back seemed to be suddenly awakened from their slumber by an invisible force.

Beneath her fair skin, the latissimus dorsi muscles, like elegant yet powerful butterfly wings, stretch clearly from both sides of the spine, outlining a smooth and sharp contour.

The overall aura of the back underwent a transformation in an instant.

The tranquil "softness" of a spring afternoon abruptly transforms into a fierce and vibrant "strength."

"Oh!"

Saori Hoshino exclaimed in genuine amazement, stood up, and curiously reached out her finger to gently touch the taut skin.

Beneath the smooth skin, there is a texture as hard as steel.

"Wow, that's amazing! It's like a transformation!"

"That's muscle."

As Yatohime relaxed, the muscle lines in her arms and back immediately disappeared, and she returned to her usual soft and gentle appearance. "When I'm not using any force, I usually don't look too hard."

She bent down to pick up the white shirt from the table, put it on neatly, buttoned it up, and then put on her navy blue school uniform jacket. She called out towards the door, "Teacher, you can come in now!"

"it is good."