The Absolute Godspeed of Infinite Worlds

Chapter 777 - 777

There was no doubt that Aiba Asagi was a beautiful girl.Though only around fourteen or fifteen years old, girls typically mature earlier, and her features had already blossomed quite noticeably, making her one of the most attractive in her class.

Moreover, she was very skilled at styling herself. Her light golden hair was styled into a stunning hairdo, with the ends specially curled. Her reddish-brown eyes seemed to speak, and her expressions were incredibly vivid.

Her uniform was adorned with numerous decorations according to her personal taste, just skirting the edge of breaking the rules, without the flashy feel of a gyaru.

If forced to describe her in one word, it would be "fashionable."

Such an Asagi was extremely popular in her class, a renowned beauty throughout the junior high division, and it seemed even the high school division had heard legends about her.

Especially her mature style of dressing made the adolescent boys fantasize. If you asked those boys about their impression of Asagi, eighty percent would give a lewd answer like "I want her to guide me into adulthood."

Thanks to this, many boys in the class had the idea of taking advantage of their proximity to get close to her first.

However, when Asagi extended an olive branch to the even more notorious eccentric of the school, this eccentric acted like an utterly clueless straight guy—how could the boys not feel hatred and jealousy?

"Idiot..."

Asagi looked dejected, muttering in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, filled with disappointment.

"Huh? What did you say? Speak up!"

Eiji cupped his ear with one hand like a horn, embodying the standard posture of a dense male lead from a light novel.

"Nothing!"

Asagi glared at him, turned away silently, and began packing her bag.

However, the way she stuffed her books into her bag was inexplicably forceful.

"Haha."

Yaze Motoki chuckled softly.

"Speaking of which, I've been curious for a while, Eiji, what were you drawing during class?"

He casually glanced at the stack of white papers on Eiji's desk.

"Swish!"

Eiji swung his arm, and the papers landed in his hand.

"Nothing, just my chuunibyou acting up."

His hand speed was so fast that Yaze Motoki didn't even catch a glimpse of the outlines before the papers were tucked into his bag.

"By the way, Kojou, you're going to visit Nagisa, right? How about I go with you?"

Eiji turned to look at Kojou Akatsuki, who had already finished packing, and smiled amiably.

"What do you want? Hey! What are you trying to do?!"

Kojou looked at him in terror.

"I'm warning you, don't try to break up my family! Don't try to destroy my family!"

Perhaps too shocked, he even repeated it twice.

"Is such a big reaction really necessary?"

Eiji looked utterly baffled, as if anyone would think I'm about to assault you.

"Don't play dumb!"

Kojou assumed a basketball defensive stance, glaring at Eiji warily.

"Is it really that bad, Kojou? Nagisa has already seen Eiji's face, and she didn't have any special reaction, right?"

Aiba Asagi was drawn in by his overreaction and looked at him strangely.

"Are you really a siscon?"

"It's not that! It's a much more serious problem!"

Kojou growled in a low voice.

His face bore an expression of absolute, unyielding determination, as if taking even one step back would plunge him into an abyss.

"Haha! No, that's not it, Asagi!"

Yaze Motoki, clutching his aching stomach beside them, laughed uproariously.

"You've never been to Kojou's house, so you don't know—Kojou is afraid Eiji might become his stepfather!"

"?"

Aoi Asagi slowly formed a question mark in her mind.

When she came to her senses, her expression instantly turned strange.

She felt so irritable that she couldn't help but want to curse!

Come to think of it, Motoki had mentioned it before.

"Kojou's mother seems to really like Eiji!"

At the time, he had laughed so hard he was doubled over, his face cramping up, and she had to help send him to the hospital.

Before Eiji could say anything more, Kojou Akatsuki fled as if running for his life, quickly disappearing from sight.

"Sigh, I was just genuinely concerned about his sister. How many sincere friends like me are there... no, wait, aren't they quite common? I never expected him to suspect me of having ulterior motives. People's hearts are no longer what they used to be!"

Eiji sighed and lamented for a while, then picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

"See you next week."

He left only these words for the two of them.

"Sigh!"

Aoi Asagi let out a heavy sigh, looking utterly burdened.

"Hang in there."

Yaze Motoki smiled and cheered on his childhood friend.

"If I have time, I'll help you sound him out!"

"Please be reliable for once..."

Aoi Asagi fretfully ruffled her beautiful hairstyle.

Although that guy was usually sharp-tongued, loved to boast, mocked others, and took pleasure in their misfortunes, she had never seen him act so straightforward before!

Why did he have to put on such a rigid, straight-male act when it came to her?

Had she done something wrong?

Thinking this, Asagi felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart.

...

After leaving school, Kojou Akatsuki headed toward the station.

After a twenty-minute walk, he entered the station, took a thirty-minute train ride, crossed the sea, and arrived at the North Island of the artificial island.

Among the four islands—East, South, West, and North—the South Island was home to numerous residential areas, shopping streets, schools, and other facilities, making it more of a living area and thus the widest and most crowded.

Upon arriving at the North Island, this crowded atmosphere instantly vanished, and the roads suddenly became spacious.

The North Island was a gathering place for research institutes and university facilities, with various corporate establishments everywhere. Most of the people walking here were scholars and researchers, and non-professionals were rarely seen.

Approaching five o'clock, the sun on the horizon gradually took on a sunset hue.

The glaring sunlight made Kojou Akatsuki feel very listless, but he forced himself to cross the intersection.

His destination was the MAR Research Institute located on the North Island, where his younger sister, Nagisa Akatsuki, was receiving treatment at the institute's affiliated hospital.

Focused solely on visiting his sister, he didn't notice someone following him.

It was a stranger's figure.

Maintaining a distance of about two hundred meters, they trailed him as he moved.

Dressed in a tight black leather dress with a trench coat over it, their attire irresistibly reminded one of female assassins from last century's television shows—quite retro.

However, their appearance seemed much younger, around seventeen or eighteen years old, at most no older than twenty. Silky, beautiful brown hair fluttered in the sunset breeze.

Notably, they carried a metal briefcase just large enough to hold a submachine gun.

Xiao Gucheng remained completely unaware that someone was following him.

Simultaneously, the young lady dressed like an assassin also failed to notice that she herself was being tailed by others.

"Miss, may I ask if you're a shotacon?"

"Eek!"

Thus, when this voice suddenly sounded by her ear, she was instantly startled, falling onto her rear with a thud. The suitcase in her hand clattered to the ground.

"If so, then I must say your eyes might be suffering from conjunctivitis."