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Aoba Tsukiyo paused for a moment, then reached out with the empty milk carton in her hand, intending to smash it over Hayakawa's face. After hesitating for a moment, she put it down and said irritably, "Why would you think that? Do I look like a student with such bad grades? Although my grades aren't particularly good, I'm still in the top ten of my class."

"Phew... Is that so? That's great,"

Hearing this, Hayakawa breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and looked at Tsukiyo with immense gratitude, saying, "You're a truly ordinary, average student~"

"Uh-huh?"

Aoba Tsukiyo was completely bewildered, not understanding what Hayakawa was saying at all. She said, "And what do you mean by being in the top 100 of your grade? Do you really think that kind of result can be considered good? Please, there are only about 150 people in a grade, and you're practically at the bottom. It's not good at all. Honestly, who could possibly say that result is 'okay'? I can't even imagine how shameless that person is..."

Aoba Yuzuki kept talking, a hint of smugness in her eyes, as if she were scolding Hayakawa. However, the next moment, a loud "bang" came from the kitchen, as if something had hit the ground.

Did the bowl fall on the floor?

Aoba Tsukiyo was startled and said to the kitchen, "Yukatsuki-nee, be careful. There aren't many spare bowls and chopsticks at the temple."

There was no response from the kitchen; it was completely silent.

"Ok?"

Aoba Tsukiyo was a little puzzled, but didn't think much of it and continued to look at Hayakawa, only to find him staring at her expressionlessly with a very strange expression.

"What's your expression?"

Aoba Tsukiyo frowned: "It's like looking at a pathetic wretch who's about to be hanged but has no idea when he'll die.

Your intuition is really sharp...

Hayakawa withdrew her gaze, turned her head, and said, "Miss Tsukiyo, do you three sisters usually talk about grades?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Haiyue and I chat occasionally, but Jieyue is usually busy with temple matters, so we only chat for a few minutes before she has to go. But her grades are pretty good too."

After finishing her sentence, Aoba Tsukiyo looked at Hayakawa with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?"

"nothing…"

Hayakawa understood everything, silently turned her head to look out the window, and said in a low voice, "But when we eat later, I suggest that you eat less, Miss Tsukiyo."

Aoba Tsukiyo: "??"

……

ten minutes later.

"Wow, this is so salty! What is this? Why is it so salty? Sister Yuzuki, how much salt did you put in this lunch? Did you accidentally soak the eggs in a salt bath?"

"I want it saltier!"

"Huh? What do you mean? I don't understand."

"If it's saltier, you'll learn to say less..." (smiles)

"Terrifying, Yuzuki-nee's eyes are so scary! What did I do wrong?"

The two Aoba sisters were bickering, one sulking and the other inexplicably snuggling together, while Hayakawa sat in the corner quietly eating her lunch.

“I’m starting…”

……

After lunch, the formal training finally began.

Hayakawa Mia and Yuzuki sat cross-legged on the wooden floor in the courtyard, listening attentively as Yuzuki explained the key points of zazen (seated meditation).

"In short, Zen meditation is very important,"

Aoba Yuzuki waved the small notebook in her hand, her expression serious as she said to the two, "The starting point of all cultivation is meditation... the most important thing is mental stillness... maintaining it..."

Hayakawa listened intently, almost wanting to pull out a pen and paper to take notes immediately, his attentiveness rivaling that of his previous classes.

Ah, this is spiritual practice. I've realized it. I've already realized it before I even started.

However, just as Hayakawa was about to achieve a profound enlightenment, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Hayakawa's enlightenment.

"that…"

Stealing someone's opportunity is tantamount to killing their parents. Upon hearing the voice, Hayakawa instinctively looked over, his expression gloomy and indifferent.

Not far away, Aoba Tsukiyo leaned against a pillar in the central courtyard of the temple, cautiously raising her hand and asking, "You all continue your cultivation, why did you call me here?"

"Because I need your help with something."

Aoba Yuzuki smiled and explained, then took a long ruler and handed it to Tsukiyo: "This is for you."

"this is?"

Moonlight glanced at the ruler and asked, puzzled.

“I’ll be participating in the meditation later, but if I do, no one will be able to check if anyone is not taking it seriously, so I called you over.”

Aoba Yuzuki said in a pleading tone, "If you see anyone not taking it seriously or not being able to concentrate, hit that person's shoulder with the ruler."

"Ah, I just..."

Aoba Tsukiyo was about to refuse on her own initiative; she didn't want to do something that would offend people. However, just as she was about to refuse, her eyes inadvertently caught sight of Hayakawa sitting next to her, and she instantly swallowed back the words she was about to say.

She thought of something.

Being able to legitimately hit someone's shoulder with a ruler... isn't this the perfect opportunity to get revenge on Hayakawa?!

Yueye grew up in a temple and even though she didn't become a nun, she had some understanding of spiritual practice. In her opinion, meditation was not a simple thing. It was common for beginners to not be able to calm their minds for several days or even to become more and more chaotic the more they meditated. In some cases, sitting for a long time could even make them inexplicably irritable. This is what is called having distracting thoughts.

So no matter what, he could take this opportunity to get revenge on Hayakawa for the grudge he had held against him before.

He did something so outrageous, so it's not too much to give him a couple of slaps or help him correct his meditation posture, is it?

Aoba Tsukiyo's mind flashed back to that scene in her memory. She had just opened the temple gate when a figure suddenly pounced on her, carrying the dampness of the rain and an abnormal heat. Even now, Tsukiyo could not forget that feeling of shame, and her eyes turned hateful as she looked at Hayakawa.

"Okay, let me do it."

Cang Ye Yueye withdrew her refusal, changed her posture, and held the ruler in her hand. In an instant, it was as if she had grasped the imperial sword that held the power of life and death, and confidence filled her entire heart.

"I'll help you correct your meditation posture,"

Aoba Tsukiyo stroked the ruler, her malicious gaze occasionally falling on Hayakawa.

Chapter 313 A Surge of Distracting Thoughts

"I'll help you correct it."

Aoba Tsukiyo wore a malicious smile, her eyes glancing at Hayakawa from time to time. The ruler struck her hand repeatedly, making a crisp sound, while Hayakawa sat calmly on the cool wooden board, completely relaxing her body and repeatedly reciting the key points of Zen meditation in her mind.

Sit upright and immerse your mind completely in your body.

"Close your mouth, squint your eyes slightly, then slow your breathing and focus on your heartbeat..."

Everything around seemed to fall silent, except for the faint sound of the wind rustling the branches of the trees in the courtyard. Time flowed slowly, and the boy's expression remained serene.

No matter what evil thoughts arise in your heart, you must not succumb to them.

As soon as this thought crossed Hayakawa's mind, the images of Fumino Furuhashi and Riju Ogata appeared in his mind.

"..."

Hayakawa slightly opened his eyes, banishing distracting thoughts from his mind, and entered a deeper state of meditation.

We'll be back soon, don't worry.

……

Time slipped away silently like sand through our fingers, and ten minutes quickly passed. During those ten minutes, the sound of "***" could be heard incessantly.

"Snapped!"

Aoba Tsukiyo reached out with a ruler and tapped the restless Mia on the shoulder, then patted Aoba Yuzuki who was fidgeting beside her. She couldn't help but glance at Hayakawa, who was still sitting calmly and upright, and showed a somewhat depressed expression.

Damn it, this guy's meditation is pretty standard, I can't find a single mistake.

He's a pervert who secretly gropes girls he meets for the first time, yet he can calm his mind so quickly when he sits in meditation. Doesn't this guy feel any guilt at all?

As Aoba Tsukiyo thought this, she felt inexplicably more embarrassed and annoyed. She tightened her grip on the ruler slightly and, seeing that Yuzuki was secretly changing her position again, patted her shoulder.

The blow was a little too forceful, causing Aoba Yuzuki to let out a soft groan of pain, and her upper body, wrapped in a monk's robe, to involuntarily tremble.

Hayakawa's body also shifted slightly, and her previously calm expression suddenly underwent a subtle change, becoming somewhat detached and guilty.

"Ok?"

Aoba Tsukiyo glanced at Hayakawa, somewhat puzzled.

At this moment, Mia casually shifted her position, seemingly because her leg had gone numb. Seeing this, Aoba Tsukiyo quickly grabbed her shoulder, and after a groan of pain, Mia's breasts trembled.

Hayakawa's body twitched again, his brows furrowed, and his previously resolute expression began to waver.

Aoba Tsukiyo: "..."

In an instant, she seemed to understand something, and reached out with the ruler to pat the two girls' bodies again. As the two girls groaned in dissatisfaction and twisted their bodies, Hayakawa's expression became increasingly wavering.

"Slap...shake~"

"Slap...shake~"

As the sounds of moaning and soft humming, along with the swaying and swaying, continued to rise, Hayakawa's brows furrowed more and more tightly. His lips were pressed together, sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his expression was somber as if he were trapped in a painful nightmare.

Distractions... a torrent of distracting thoughts surrounded him, constantly assaulting his mind, and the Great Emperor's firm Dao heart was about to waver.

"Well…"

As the final slap faded, Hayakawa's already trembling body finally gave way, and he collapsed to the ground like a collapsing mountain.

"Eh?"

Aoba Yuzuki was already getting restless, and when she saw Hayakawa suddenly collapse, she quickly got up, rubbing her sore legs as she went to Hayakawa's side, and asked worriedly, "Why did Hayakawa-kun suddenly collapse? Did you have heatstroke? Or did you get dizzy from sitting?"

"Who knows~"

Aoba Tsukiyo waved her hand, slung the ruler behind her back, and looked refreshed, as if she had gotten her revenge. She smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I did something wrong~"

"Ok?"

Aoba Yuzuki was puzzled, while Mia, who had been rubbing her aching shoulder and numb legs, was initially stunned by Tsukiyo's words, but then immediately understood. Her gaze towards Hayakawa became even more disdainful, and she said coldly, "Pervert..."

"Uh-huh?"

Aoba Yuzuki tilted her head, her face full of adorable blankness.

What's going on?

……

Damn it... Instead of clearing up my distracting thoughts, they've just piled up even more.

Hayakawa sat at the wooden table with a gloomy expression, secretly filled with resentment.

Originally, the only random thoughts in my mind were about Ogata Riju's eccentricities, but after sitting in meditation for a while, I found even more.

It's impossible for Hayakawa to continue meditation now; all he can think about when he sits down is his breasts, so he can only do other things.

"The second step in spiritual practice is copying scriptures; this is a daily routine for monks."

Cangye Jieyue handed each person a brush and a piece of ink, and said with great authority, "A person who cannot skillfully copy scriptures cannot become a qualified monk."

It turned out to be the case.

I was a little out of control just now, but I'm absolutely fine now.

Hayakawa straightened up, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to carefully trace the scriptures beside her. Her movements seemed effortless, and she wrote with the skill of a complete beginner. Aoba Yuzuki, on the other hand, had a much harder time. Not only was her grip on the brush awkward, but her writing was also crooked and unattractive. Even she herself couldn't help but frown when she looked at it. Just as she showed her difficulty, she noticed the skilled Hayakawa beside her and couldn't help but ask, "Hayakawa-kun looks very skilled. Have you studied before?"

"Ah."

Hayakawa nodded calmly: "I learned it when I was a child, but I haven't written it in a long time, so I'm a little rusty now."

"No rustiness, the handwriting is very good,"

Yuzuki glanced at Hayakawa's handwriting and praised it, then pouted slightly and said in a somewhat embarrassed voice, "If it's convenient, could you teach me a little? I'm a bit clumsy, and my copying of Buddhist scriptures has never looked good..."

Hayakawa said nonchalantly, "Sure, let me see."

"Thank you, Hayakawa-kun,"

Upon hearing this, Aoba Yuzuki's troubled expression instantly brightened, and she smiled, saying, "Thank you for your help. I'm the one who should be guiding your cultivation, yet I still need your assistance."

"fine."

Hayakawa said something and then came to Aoba Yuzuki's side. He glanced down at her pen-holding posture and said, "Your posture is wrong. First of all, your thumb should..."

"Mmm Good."