Type-Moon, but the Gal Romance System

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"Understood." Miss Tsuru had an expression of expectation on her face. "I will give feedback to Miss Ryougi Shiki, but you should also work hard yourself."

Asagami Fujino moved quietly to Mochizuki Oboro's side and tugged at his sleeve.

Today, her role is Ryougi Shiki's deputy, but besides that, Ms. Asagami Fujino also has her own little selfish motives.

"Oh dear." Miss Tsuru gave Asagami Fujino a playful look. "I still have some business to attend to at the workshop, so I'll be leaving now. Mochizuki-san, please take Miss Asagami home later."

“Okay,” Mochizuki Oboro agreed. “My work for today is finished too.”

"Then I'll wait for you. We can talk slowly after we go out." Compared to her shyness, Asagami Fujino's reaction was more excited, as if she wanted to drag her friends to explore the forest behind the mountain.

……

Even before entering Academy City, Mochizuki Oboro and Asagami Fujino knew each other.

At the time, Asagami Fujino, who was in junior high school, was almost cornered by a group of thugs. Coincidentally, Mochizuki Oboro, who happened to be passing by on a trip, had an unrestricted fighting match with these scoundrels. The leader even took a baseball bat, and he would never be able to open his mouth properly for the rest of his life.

Just as Asagami Fujino was about to thank him, Mochizuki Oboro, whose old illness had relapsed, dragged her to the park, where she worked as a model until dark. It wasn't until Tiamat and Erise rushed over and pulled her away that Asagami Fujino realized she hadn't had time to add his contact information.

Then came the recent May Day Golden Week. Asagami Fujino, who thought she would never see him again, had a spectacular encounter with Mochizuki Oboro, whose illness had stabilized.

Asagami Fujino thought she was pretty lucky.

“Our school’s study tour is scheduled for early July in Yasuiba Town, Inaba City. I heard your school is doing the same.”

"Yes. It seems everyone wants to go to the countryside for a trip."

"Let's go to the park. We can park the car over there and take Mochizuki-kun back to his dorm later."

"Thanks in advance."

For some reason, despite being in the sweltering summer heat, Mochizuki Ryou inexplicably felt a chill that seeped into her bones.

The leaves rustled, like some otherworldly whisper. The trees, vibrant with life during the day, were now blurred, leaving only their menacing silhouettes.

Asagami Fujino opened the car door: "Please get in."

There was no driver inside.

Wang Yuelong's gaze swept over the empty driver's seat, and an invisible chill crept up his spine.

It's a little embarrassing to admit, but he's not very brave. When watching horror movies with Eri, he often covers his eyes and only dares to watch through his fingers.

Even so, the aftereffects of watching the movie kept Mochizuki Oboro awake at night, and she could only fall asleep with someone beside her. Her nominal guardian, therefore, was particularly fond of dragging Mochizuki Oboro to watch horror movies, her intentions quite obvious.

"Where's the driver?" Mochizuki Oboro's voice was lowered.

Asagami Fujino smiled mysteriously: "Academy City has long been using driverless cars. The reaction and judgment of intelligent AI are much stronger than those of humans, and there has never been a safety accident since they were put into use."

Since things have come to this, there's nothing more to do but get on the bus.

Asagami Fujino really, really liked this atmosphere.

The space was small, dark, and enclosed, with a pitch-black park not far away, where only the streetlights emitted intermittent, flickering light.

"This is a rare opportunity, why don't we chat some more?" Asagami Fujino said quietly.

"Aren't you going to turn on the lights?"

"After turning on the lights, our reflections will appear in front of us. A tiny light source suddenly appearing in the pitch black might attract something."

"...Forget it then."

Embarrassed, Mochizuki Oboro shifted her position, snuggling up to Asagami Fujino, trying to draw a tiny bit of security from her warm body.

Asagami Fujino seemed completely unconcerned, and instead became even more excited as she sensed Mochizuki Oboro's stiff and tense body.

"Have you heard the legend about 'Mist', Mochizuki-kun?" Asagami Fujino continued, "Many people on the internet have testified that it really happened, but no one can provide factual evidence."

How could Mochizuki Oboro not have heard of him? He's a well-known urban legend in modern society... no, he's beyond just an urban legend.

One year, the town of Yasuiba was suddenly shrouded in a thick fog, so dense that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. At first, the residents didn't take it seriously, but as time went on, some began to report seeing strange black shadows in the fog. Some even suffered mental breakdowns as a result, becoming manic and paranoid.

The local government even had a news report about the incident, reassuring the villagers that nothing was wrong.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and the situation worsened. Just when everyone thought the fog would become a new unsolved mystery, it suddenly dissipated.

Countless urban legends have arisen from this.

Cold sweat seeped out from Wang Yuelong's forehead and slid down to his chin without him noticing.

With the help of her superpowered dynamic vision, Asagami Fujino gently took out a handkerchief to wipe away the cold sweat from Mochizuki Oboro's brow, and continued to narrate: "Around 2012, a series of bizarre and unnatural deaths occurred in the town of Yasuiba."

His pitiful pride prevented Mochizuki Oboro from saying in front of women that he was actually very bad at dealing with supernatural topics.

"The first victim was a female news anchor in the mountains. According to reports, her body was found hanging upside down from the antenna, and her death was gruesome. She must have suffered terrible torture before she died."

"I……"

"She died at Tiancheng Hotel, a well-known old hotel in the area. It was also where I stayed during my study tour."

Asagami Fujino revealed her true intentions: "Mochizuki-kun, let's go on an adventure together. I'll cover for you, and getting into the girls' dormitory area isn't impossible."

Mochizuki Oboro lowered her head helplessly: "I also stay at the Amagi Hotel."

"Really? That's great!" Asagami Fujino exclaimed excitedly. "That will make things much easier for us when we operate at night. We just need to find a place to meet up."

I can't bring myself to say it now; I'm terrified of paranormal events. A man can't just say no, can he?

Chapter 242 Prelude to Scum

As dawn broke, the warm sunlight gently spread down like a thin veil, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of dew and grass, making one want to take a few more breaths.

The summer heat is not noticeable in the early morning. Skin exposed to the air can even feel a slight coolness.

It's another new day. The sun rises and sets, continuing its daily routine.

As mid-June approached, students, while discussing the upcoming final exams, also began to look forward to study tours. Those like Asagami Fujino, who were interested in the eerie legends of Yasuo Inaba Town, were ultimately a minority; most simply wanted to experience the rural life they had imagined.

When people talk about the countryside, most of them who haven't experienced it firsthand imagine endless farmland and a leisurely, slow-paced life, as beautiful as a pastoral poem.

However, the wild boar princess, who grew up in the English countryside, knew that it was just an unrealistic fantasy.

In summer, mosquitoes are so numerous they can bite you to death. After dark, there's not much entertainment, so you can only kill time by holding your phone. Food is also utterly unenjoyable.

"Yoshidaba Town... what local specialties are worth trying there?" Ipsyron opened his phone to search for information: "Or scenic spots that can leave a unique memory?"

“A superstar’s hometown is there. Apparently, they run a tofu shop,” Abigail replied.

Medea was speechless: "Can that really be considered a unique photo spot...?"

"In short, the biggest impression it gives people is that it is a 'peaceful town that is so quiet it' is annoying.' Because everyone is tired of those tourist spots that grab one or two unique attractions and promote them wildly, but the actual experience is the same all the same. Instead, they prefer this kind of authentic and simple countryside."

At this point, Castor made a prediction: "After this study tour ends, people's pastoral fantasies will probably be shattered."

Mochizuki Oboro, who was passing by, naturally interjected in the conversation: "In rural areas of Kyushu, people generally like to raise livestock, such as chickens, ducks, and geese."

"It's very fairytale-like," the naive young lady Medea smiled.

Imagine Breaker Mochizuki Oboro declared mercilessly: "No, it's actually very noisy, and there's excrement everywhere. You can easily step in it if you're not careful. You can imagine how it feels."

"Gurgle!" Medea swayed.

The gap between reality and ideals is often unacceptable to people.

"Are you free after school? Do you want to go to the home economics class to learn cooking together?" Abigail moved lightly to Mochizuki Oboro's side.

"I'm busy today. I have to spend time with my girlfriend." Mochizuki Oboro calmly dropped a bombshell.

Medea: “???”

The girl's lips parted slightly, frozen in place, as if she had heard some mysterious and incomprehensible language of the descendant.

Ipsilon: "???"

She doubted whether she was sober.

not far away.

With a "poof," Sajo Aika spat out a mouthful of blood mist, as if she had passed away.

Kiyohime instinctively gripped the fan tightly, her slender fingers turning white from the force, the fan ribs creaking and groaning, before finally letting out a mournful cry and shattering into scattered fragments.

Meryl couldn't help but complain, "How come even your reactions are so comical?"

"I think I'm perfectly normal." Kiyohime seamlessly switched to her Spirit Origin state, her beautiful hair turning snow-white and her eyes turning crimson, clearly indicating that she was in an unprecedented period of mental rampage.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible! It's absolutely unacceptable that the Prince's first girlfriend is some other vixen!! The only winner can be me!!!"

Sajō Ayaka, who won the revival match at lightning speed, exuded an ominous aura like a black hole. Just being near her would make one feel a heavy pressure that seemed to crush one's bones.

At the same time, an arm suddenly grabbed Mochizuki Oboro's neck from behind.

"What did you say?"

Typhon's cheek was almost pressed against Mochizuki Ryou's cheek, and even his voice carried a hint of danger: "Girlfriend? How come I don't know?"

Whether it's a date or a girlfriend request, I was the one who came first!

"Who exactly is that philanderer?!" Typhon pressed slightly. "Satiao? Tralock? Morgan? Melusin? Lilith?"

Epsilon then recited the menu: "Tiamat? President Mary? Kiyohime?"

“My…lock screen…is…” Mochizuki Oboro managed to squeeze out a few words.

Abigail, now in her "bad kid" form, deftly reached her tentacles into Mochizuki Oboro's pocket, precisely pulled out her phone, and then pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, showing the same Meltryllis school uniform selfie.

It should be noted that, under Meltryllis's altered perception of common sense, whether in reality or in the virtual world, everyone regards her only as a guide in a game, not a real person.

Therefore, to everyone present, Mochizuki Oboro's actions were tantamount to mysteriously gathering everyone together to announce something important, and then pulling out a picture of Rem and saying that this was his wife.

"Is it fun to make fun of us?" A huge sense of shame and indignation rushed to his head. Feeling embarrassed, Tsutsumi Toyo pinched Mochizuki Ryou's waist and walked towards the teaching building without looking back.

My deskmate got angry, and it was hard to appease him.

Unlike the others whose expressions were either surprised or subtle, Sajou Aika Kisaragi (Yi*%1Long_⒎BaSi (Seven) is V Liu sighed with relief, put on an exaggeratedly bright smile, and said in a voice so sweet it was sickening: "Your Highness, really~~ you should make fewer of these kinds of jokes."

Not right.

Kiyohime sniffed; she didn't smell any lies.

Oboro Mochizuki almost never lies, let alone in front of Kiyohime. Even when joking, she would never choose to lie.

There is only one truth: Mochizuki Oboro was telling the truth.

Or rather, he believed he was telling the truth. Only in this way could he avoid triggering the radar of a human lie detector.

"Osama-sama."

"Kiyohime, you can surely understand me, right?"

"Of course you can. But Lord Oboro is quite something, managing to snag the game's guide." Kiyohime then added, "Would you like to have another girlfriend in the real world?"

……

When faced with the previously stubborn Mochizuki Oboro, both generations of AI adopted the same approach—the broken window theory.

All we need to do is use a tough approach.

And indeed, it worked. Mochizuki Oboro had already run headlong towards that scumbag, never to return.

"If there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, there will be four... Therefore, many people say that many things only have two stages: from zero to one, and from one to countless."

Mochizuki Oboro solemnly declared her scumbag status: "I won't just respond to one person's expectations. Even so, are you willing to accept it?"

Typhon awkwardly buried his head in his arms and shook his head.

"Yes, I understand. Your will is free." Mochizuki Oboro did not press the matter further.

Tsutsumi sighed softly, withdrew his left hand, and reached under the table.

After spending time with him, she finally understood what kind of thought process he had.

Following the path up Mochizuki Oboro's leg, she grabbed Mochizuki Oboro's thigh and twisted it hard.

"Hiss—!" The calm mask shattered instantly.

"Extra Lesson Time: Confessing your feelings depends on the occasion and, more importantly, on the other person's mood. Try again tomorrow."

Tifeng added insult to injury, frustrated by Tifeng's lack of progress.

The feeling of their calves touching under the table was more like flirting.