Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [195]

The system’s “infiltration” went surprisingly smoothly. Once it slipped onto the school grounds, not a single obstacle stood in its way.

Shirase’s judgment proved correct—while he still had no idea where the soccer team was practicing, the system moved forward without hesitation, as though it had locked onto its target from the start.

“You found them?” Shirase asked anyway, though he already had a good guess.

[Yes. The System has detected the target the Host is seeking.]

“Good. Just stay nearby and observe. I’ll memorize their faces as fast as I can.”

[Rest assured, Host. Our cooperation has always been seamless.]

“Huh? Since when have we ever cooperated?” Shirase muttered, unimpressed by the system’s shameless self-praise.

Cooperation? He couldn’t recall a single instance where he wasn’t cleaning up after its messes.

Still, the rewards had been nice… if you ignored the chaos that came with them.

Guided by the system, Shirase soon spotted a group of boys in soccer uniforms.

They weren’t scrimmaging on the grass—instead, they were sprinting back and forth in formation.

[Host, what are they doing?]

“Shuttle runs,” Shirase said casually, noting the six cones lined up on the field. “A common stamina drill. It’s standard for soccer training—lots of repetition, usually paired with circular interval runs.”

[I see. The System admits it understood nothing.]

Shirase didn’t bother elaborating. He only needed to memorize the players’ faces.

But from this distance, the view wasn’t ideal; a few faces were half-obscured by motion and sunlight.

Just as he was about to tell the system to move closer, the perspective suddenly lurched—the damned system had turned and was now sprinting toward the classroom building.

“Are you picking a fight again? I’m warning you, another stunt like this and I’ll leave a negative review!” Shirase barked.

[Detected criminal activity nearby. The System has decided to heroically intervene.]

“…I knew it.”

Shirase sighed, scanning the area. He couldn’t see anyone suspicious from here. Maybe some typical bullying case tucked behind a corner or down a stairwell?

He wasn’t far off.

The system bounded up the stairs at inhuman speed—but instead of a scuffle, Shirase’s view steadied on two people standing outside a classroom door.

The boy wasn’t in uniform—likely not even a Toyogasaki student.

The girl, though…

Even through the uniform, her figure was unmistakable: tall, graceful, and stunningly curvy. Her long black hair gleamed under the corridor lights, perfectly straight except for the white headband resting against it. Glossy lips shimmered faintly, her wine-red eyes cool and detached. Beneath her skirt, a pair of long, black-stockinged legs drew a flawless line down to pale ankles.

Ah. Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Shirase’s heartbeat didn’t even skip. After meeting that blonde beauty before, he’d already expected Utaha to appear here.

Kirisu-sensei had mentioned Toyogasaki was home to two famous campus goddesses, after all.

“You’re sure this is a crime scene?” Shirase asked skeptically, studying the pair. They didn’t look like they were up to anything shady.

[Host, trust the System. When it comes to fighting crime, the System never errs.]

“Last time your ‘heroism’ ended with you storming a film set.”

[That wasn’t trouble. The System helped the Host earn payment, didn’t it?]

Damn. Couldn’t argue with that one.

Without the system’s performance that day, Ichika never would’ve pulled him in for the bonus work later.

“...Fine. Do whatever you want.”

At that moment, Utaha’s voice floated over, clear and cool. “Takasaki-san, did you need something from me?”

She hadn’t noticed Shirase’s presence at all.

But before the last syllable faded, rapid footsteps thundered down the hall—a sudden gust of wind following close behind.

As Utaha turned toward the noise, the system surged forward, grabbing the boy’s wrist in one clean motion.

“This is illegal behavior. I suggest you confess now before you face severe consequences,” it declared coldly.

Utaha blinked in confusion. Illegal behavior? What was this lunatic talking about?

She gave him a quick once-over.
First glance: Who is this guy?
Second glance: He’s kind of handsome.
Third glance: Wait… have I seen him online somewhere?

Before she could sort her thoughts, her classmate struggled to pull away—but froze when he realized he couldn’t.

“Don’t resist. Confess,” the system repeated, expressionless.

“Does this guy have a screw loose?” Shirase muttered.

The boy shouted, panicked. “Who the hell are you?! Let go! I don’t even know you!”

“Confess.”

“Confess to what? Are you insane—hey, what are you—”

Before he could finish, the system reached out and deftly plucked a smartphone straight from his front pocket.

“Give that back!” the boy yelped, lunging for it—

Smack!

A sharp slap cracked through the hallway.

The boy froze mid-motion.

Utaha froze too.

If she hadn’t heard that slap, she might’ve thought this was some weird improv scene.

“I told you,” system said icily, raising the phone. “This is criminal behavior.”

On the screen was a live video feed—he’d been recording under her skirt.

Utaha’s eyes darkened instantly.

“Oh, so that’s what you meant by ‘crime,’” Shirase realized. No wonder he hadn’t seen it—the pocket hid the camera perfectly.

The boy’s face twisted. “You bastard! Give me back my phone right now, or—”

The system lifted its hand again.

He froze on the spot, voice dropping instantly to a pitiful murmur. “Uh—I mean, please don’t break it… It’s a new iPhone. Very expensive…”

The system didn’t reply.

It simply closed its fist.

Crunch.

The phone shattered into splinters of glass and metal.

Even Utaha—furious as she’d been—was briefly stunned.

“Secret filming is illegal,” the system stated flatly.

The boy’s shoulders slumped. “I just—I just liked her, okay? I got carried away, I didn’t mean—”

“No need to explain to me. I don’t understand human feelings,” it replied coldly.

Terrified, the boy started bowing and apologizing to Utaha as he backed away down the hall.

“You can leave now, Takasaki-san,” Utaha said icily. “But this’ll be all over school by Monday.”

His face drained of color. He fled without another word.

Then Utaha turned back to Shirase, her sharp eyes narrowing. “How did you even realize he was filming me?”

[Host, should the System eliminate her?]

Maybe Shirase’s repeated negative review threats had finally sunk in, because it actually asked for permission first.

“Just brush her off. We still need to finish the soccer thing,” Shirase replied lazily.

So the system turned back to Utaha, wearing Shirase’s face, and said in an utterly flat tone:

“Go away. I hate women the most.”

“…”

Kasumigaoka Utaha’s mood, which had just begun to stabilize, immediately plummeted again.

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T/N: me whenever a girl that isnt ouro kronii tries to talk to me

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