Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 595 - 593: The Young Lady’s Double Standards

Even stepping into September, the intense summer heat still refuses to dissipate easily. The sound of cicadas buzzes into the quiet classroom, and the chalk makes a creaky noise on the blackboard.

The ding-dong chime of the bell drifts in from outside, marking the end of the first class.

The homeroom teacher leaves the classroom.

The summer homework is moved to the office by Arakawa Reina and Furusawa Kyoichiro.

Phoenix Academy Maggie watches the teacher leave, then turns around, and a long-lost sense of déjà vu appears in front of Aozawa.

The desk is quickly dominated by the school uniform.

Phoenix Academy Maggie crosses her arms, constructing a Steel Fortress that Aozawa wants to violently break through.

"Hmph."

With a soft nasal sound like the wind, Phoenix Academy Maggie teases, "Aren't you disappointed that you weren't asked to carry summer homework, giving you a chance to show off your muscles in front of a beauty?"

"Maggie, I'm not that kind of person."

Aozawa shrugs, leaning lazily against the wall, saying, "I'm the kind of lazy person who won't move unless absolutely necessary."

Phoenix Academy Maggie squints her eyes, not believing his excuse at all.

Hojo Tetsuji, who had been sleeping nearby, gets up and rubs his eyes, saying, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Just discussing how to help you and Little Sayuri make some progress."

Phoenix Academy Maggie answers casually.

She's quite dissatisfied with the progress between Hojo Tetsuji and Yoshikawa Sayuri, innocent like elementary school students.

No, nowadays, they're not even as good as elementary school students.

If they were elementary school students, they would've probably already confirmed their relationship with a kiss.

Of course, she thinks Aozawa's progress is too fast.

Clearly, they're high school students; why rush into adulthood so eagerly?

Some things should wait until after graduation.

Phoenix Academy Maggie doesn't say it out loud but glances at Aozawa with disdain, as if looking at an indecent person.

Aozawa blinks, putting on an innocent look, saying, "Tetsuji, if you want, I can suggest you try drawing more of those scenes in manga, then use inexperience as an excuse to have Little Sayuri help you with the material."

"Oh, Aozawa, you really get it!"

Hojo Tetsuji looks excited, finding this method effective; it achieves the goal without being too direct, making him seem indecent.

Aozawa chuckles but then notices Phoenix Academy Maggie's icy stare at him, so he restrains his smile and says seriously, "I told you to read more books, but you wouldn't. Your lack of theoretical knowledge leads to this result."

"You're really knowledgeable."

Phoenix Academy Maggie replies sarcastically.

She knows this attitude isn't good, but thinking of Aozawa's rich experiences, that sour feeling keeps lingering in her heart, making her tone turn sour.

Aozawa senses the vinegar in the air and gets up immediately, saying, "Tetsuji, let's go to the bathroom."

"Okay."

Hojo Tetsuji nods.

Phoenix Academy Maggie watches the two leave, then turns around, wanting to head to Little Sayuri.

Her phone dings with a message; she picks it up, unlocks it, and sees it's from her mother.

"The White House Advisor, Professor Frans, from the United States, might visit your school. Look into what his intentions are."

"Okay, Mother."

Phoenix Academy Maggie replies briefly, feeling a bit surprised.

Why would a White House Advisor come to their school?

Is he here for her, or perhaps...?

Phoenix Academy Maggie turns her gaze to the last row near the back door.

Peter is bragging among the crowd but doesn't miss her gaze, showing a smile on his face.

Phoenix Academy Maggie's expression remains indifferent, and she turns her eyes to Little Sayuri and Makoto, stepping forward quickly.

Peter sighs quietly in his heart.

A step late, a step behind.

If he had transferred when Phoenix Academy Maggie moved to this school, maybe his chances would have been better, instead of the current situation.

Opportunities must rely on personal luck.

...

Time passes quickly, and the four classes of the morning are almost over. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Frans sits in the principal's office of Brilliant high school.

The principal of Brilliant is a man with a plump figure, bald, often wearing a wig. His biological age is forty-nine, but he considers his psychological age to be forever twenty-three, feeling young.

He even wears cologne, and his suit is obviously ill-fitting, making his stomach look conspicuously tight.

But for the principal, this attire is excellent.

He doesn't like wearing loose clothes; he prefers to pursue fashion with a tight suit.

This blind pursuit of fashion despite his body type shows a glimpse of his vanity.

"Professor Frans, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The principal enthusiastically pours a cup of tea.

Even though before being notified, he knew nothing about Frans.

But upon researching his name, the principal was deeply impressed by the awards he's won and the papers he's published.

Such a renowned American professor actually took the time to visit his school for some guidance.

The principal felt particularly proud when he mentioned this.

Moreover, in the principal's eyes, the fact that people higher up made special arrangements for this professor to greet him was enough to show Frans's influence in high places.

"I have read your paper, and it's truly splendid."

"You flatter me."

Frans quickly brushed over his own achievements; he disliked discussing academic matters with people who didn't understand his work. "I've heard a bit about your school as well.

This year, Brilliant High School has consecutively won the championship of the Jade Dragon Flag competition and was the runner-up in Koshien, which sufficiently proves your ability to manage the school."

The principal smiled humbly and said, "My role isn't significant; I merely adhere to the Western style of liberal education, allowing students to thoroughly develop their interests and specialties."

Frans continued typing, subtly praising the principal.

He actually wanted to meet Phoenix Academy Maggie as soon as possible, but he knew that he couldn't rush and still required the principal's cooperation.

After a somewhat awkward conversation—in Frans's view, anyway—the principal found it incredibly refreshing, as if they connected on a profound level.

He felt that this American professor was several notches above domestic professors, understanding to appreciate the hidden strengths within him.

As for whether the other party was lying, the principal had no worries.

The United States is a society without personal favors, valuing only individual excellence, unlike the domestic academic community, plagued by terrible customs.

Even Hawking would have to work illegally for senior scholars here.

The chime of the bell ending class offered Frans the chance to conclude the conversation; he quickly typed, "I hope to meet with the students soon, as it will aid in a paper I'm working on.

Your school's assistance will certainly be documented in my research."

"No problem!"

The principal agreed immediately, thinking about how the name of Brilliant High School appearing in an American scientific journal evoked a sense of honor swelling in his chest.

From now on, whenever he was outside, he could boast about it to others.

The principal always considered himself not a money-driven businessman, but a scholar.

Scholars value reputation.

He stood up and said, "I'll arrange for the students to come here in turns right away. Which class would you like to start with?"

"Class 2-C, I have a special fondness for that number."

Frans typed and sent the voice.

The principal nodded, smiling, "Please wait here briefly while I make the arrangements."

Watching the principal leave the office, Frans breathed a sigh of relief, choosing not to directly select Phoenix Academy Maggie but to follow the roster provided by the principal, asking one by one.

...

Soon, the news that the renowned American professor would be interviewing students to complete his academic paper quickly spread throughout the school.

Following their homeroom teacher's notification, students orderly proceeded to the office, creating quite a stir.

After all, in Adachi District, the students of Brilliant High School might not get the chance to meet an American professor once in three years.

The homeroom teacher called out Ayatsuki Ayaka according to the class roster.

She was very nervous, always feeling that if she wasn't prepared, she would embarrass the class.

Even though she was a poor student academically, she still had a sense of honor and belonging to the class, unwilling to disgrace it.

Come on!

She secretly clenched her fists, walking down the empty corridor, feeling her heart pounding as she arrived at the principal's office.

Ayatsuki Ayaka took a deep breath, raised her hand to knock on the door, and said, "Professor, I am Ayatsuki Ayaka."

"Come in."

A charming female voice came from inside, surprising Ayatsuki Ayaka—it turned out to be a female professor?

She sounded very young.

She turned the doorknob.

The principal's office was of standard size, the walls adorned with various calligraphy and paintings. In the guest area were single and multi-seat sofas.

The American professor sat on a single-seat sofa; his hair was very short, revealing his scalp. His skin was very dark, yet he lacked the robust or aggressive aura commonly associated with Black people on screen.

The professor exuded a refined and gentle demeanor from head to toe, clearly a person of extensive reading.

A silver laptop, not particularly large, stood before him.

"This is just a habit of mine, please don't mind."

Frans typed and conveyed these words.

Ayatsuki Ayaka's large eyes flickered with interest, curiously asking while looking at the laptop, "Professor, why do you use a computer to speak?

Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to discriminate against the mute."

Speaking, she quickly waved her hand, realizing the silliness of her question, knowing no one would choose this method if they could speak normally.

"No problem."

Frans shook his head, not taking her words to heart, "Please, have a seat across from me."

"Okay."

Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded, quickly sitting opposite, placing her hands on her knees with a solemn expression, "Professor, what would you like to ask me?"

"Ms. Ayatsuki, what is your view of the current world?"

Frans lowered his eyes; the screen displayed Ayatsuki Ayaka, and he was not good at communicating with the opposite sex, finding courage only by observing their tiny expressions this way.

Ayatsuki Ayaka blinked, seriously contemplating before responding, "I wish the world were a more gentle place."

"If a person notorious for their evil deeds lay before you, here are three choices…"