After Transmigrating to Become Lady Skylark - Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Seeing the will of the First Generation Cloud Guardian manifest, Jin Chaoyan instantly sprang up from the sofa and hurried to the office desk. She reached for Hibari’s right hand, wanting to slip the ring back onto his finger—

But at that exact moment, the figure in front of the desk calmly closed his eyes and spoke in a flat tone, “I am the First Generation Cloud Guardian, Alaude. That being said, I have zero interest in the circumstances of the Tenth Generation’s Guardian.”

The youth sitting in the office chair naturally withdrew his hand from Jin Chaoyan’s grasp, meeting the man’s gaze with equal expressionlessness. “Perfect. I don’t recall ever agreeing to become some sort of ‘Guardian’ either.”

Jin Chaoyan: “…”

And… they’ve started.

The aloof floating clouds had begun looking down on each other already, hadn’t they?

Hearing this headache-inducing dialogue, she simply left the desk to take the meal handed over by Tetsuya Kusakabe. She signaled for him to leave for now and, while she was at it, scooped up Skull—who was standing on the desk and prone to saying the wrong things—and shut him outside the door as well.

After all, Alaude didn’t look like an easy person to communicate with. It was one thing for Skull to provoke one Hibari; if he provoked two, she couldn’t even imagine how to clean up the mess.

While she was busy with these tasks, Hibari Kyoya was busy inquiring about Alaude’s combat prowess. Unfortunately, the First Cloud Guardian seemed uninterested in his strength. Acting as if he were being forced to clock in for work, Alaude went through the motions briefly before transforming back into purple flames and extinguishing in mid-air.

Jin Chaoyan, turning around just in time to see this: “…”

She pressed her hand to her temple, realizing the trial wasn’t starting immediately. Letting out a sigh of relief, she walked over and placed the hamburger set Kusakabe had delivered onto the desk. “Um… how about eating first?”

Hibari Kyoya, having failed to start a fight, flicked a glance at her. As he reached for a burger, he emphasized, “Since it isn’t a battle, I’ve lost interest in this so-called trial.”

Don’t say that! Sawada Tsuna will cry if he hears you!

Her expression was subtle, but she didn’t want to annoy him with nagging at this moment. Deciding to find a way when the trial officially began, she walked back to his side, picked up the Vongola Ring he had tossed aside, and grasped his right wrist, attempting to put it back on him again.

“Anyway, put the ring on first.”

“No.”

Though the boy didn’t pull his hand away this time, his pale fingertips curled inward. He held the unwrapped burger in his left hand and began eating seriously.

Jin Chaoyan: “…”

You. Little. Brat.

With immense patience, she forced a smile and offered a sincere compliment: “But you look especially good wearing this ring. Plus, this is something your ten-years-later self wanted but couldn’t have. Even though you’re already very strong and don’t need to rely on external power, wouldn’t having it make battles a bit more satisfying?”

Hibari Kyoya’s eating paused. Perhaps struck by one of her words, he reluctantly changed his mind. He flattened his right fingers, granting her permission to slide the ring back on.

Looking at his slender fingers—which were slightly more juvenile than his future self’s but still beautifully lined—Jin Chaoyan felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction as she pushed the Vongola Ring onto his middle finger. She even felt she could enjoy putting rings on him a few more times.

When someone has beautiful hands, wearing a ring is simply a feast for the eyes.

After dinner, Jin Chaoyan asked the Kusakabe of this era about the current timeline. She learned that from his perspective, it had only been a day since her last departure from ten years ago. He had already found the opportunity yesterday to deliver the letter to the Jin Chaoyan of this era and personally saw her use the card.

“Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Kusakabe.”

Carrying the schoolbag Kusakabe had helped retrieve and holding an umbrella, she noticed Skull was nowhere to be found. She returned to the reception room to find Hibari so they could head back, only to see that it had started raining outside. The pitter-patter of rain left bead-like streaks on the reception room window.

Jin Chaoyan changed her mind and decided to stay there to finish the original host’s homework. Half an hour later, however, she was stumped by a problem on a math worksheet.

“Chairman, can I disturb you for a second?”

She asked curiously, looking at the youth behind the desk who was processing some Disciplinary Committee business. When he looked up silently, she held up the worksheet. “You’re in the third year of middle school, right? Did your math class ever—”

“I don’t attend classes.”

Hibari Kyoya interrupted her righteously. “I have no need for classes.”

“…”

Fine. Impressive.

Jin Chaoyan nodded understandingly and gave up on the idea of asking him for help. She picked up the math textbook on the table and flipped through it, hoping to find a similar problem or logic to solve the equation. But math truly wasn’t her forte; she couldn’t find the answer in the book, and the information given in the problem left her with no place to start.

After completing the homework for all the other subjects, she borrowed Hibari’s phone to ask Mr. Reborn about the solution, but there was no reply for a long time.

Jin Chaoyan looked at the clock and realized. It was already past the time a baby should be in bed.

Seeing that she hadn’t packed her things for a while, the boy—who had been waiting for her for quite some time—got up from behind the desk and glanced at the sky outside. “Going back.”

“Can you wait a moment? I want to figure out this problem before we go.”

She held up the worksheet. Seeing the boy frown, she knew his patience was exhausted. She was about to say never mind—after all, with a subject like math, if you haven’t figured it out after this long, the result won’t change based on human will. To put it simply: even if you kill me, I won’t know it.

Hibari Kyoya reached out and took the worksheet from her hand. He glanced at the problem, thought for a moment, and wrote the answer directly on it.

Jin Chaoyan: “?”

She looked at him in shock. “You know how to do it?”

“I’ve seen it,” Hibari replied casually, his grey-blue phoenix eyes staring at her. “Can we go back now?”

“…Um, yes. But how did you get the answer? Could I trouble you to write down the steps as well?”

“Why should I?”

“Because you don’t get points if you don’t write the steps?”

“Stop trying to bind me with those kinds of rules.”

“…”

Worthy of you.

As they walked out of the school, Jin Chaoyan noticed the rain had lightened significantly, though a very fine drizzle was still drifting. Disliking the rain, she opened her umbrella. As she lifted it, she saw the youth beside her about to walk straight into the rain.

Does this “fugitive princess” who sneezes if he goes a morning without a jacket have any clue about his own constitution? How does he dare walk in the rain in winter?

Jin Chaoyan hurriedly grabbed him. “Wait a moment.”

“Hmm?”

The boy stopped, thinking she had something else to say. Turning his head, she met his slightly impatient gaze. She immediately swallowed her lecture about catching a cold and replaced it with another line:

“I don’t like the rain, but I want to walk with you. Can we share the umbrella?”

“…”

The slight impatience between Hibari Kyoya’s brows vanished, replaced by a hint of thoughtfulness in his grey-blue eyes. This woman… she seems to be acting spoiled with me more and more often?

However. She looks as good acting spoiled as she does when she cries.

Thinking this, he reached out to take the umbrella from Jin Chaoyan’s hand. He looked at her silently, as if asking: Is this okay now?

“…!”

Not expecting him to actually hold the umbrella for her, Jin Chaoyan’s world-view trembled for a moment. Realizing this was a rare opportunity, she walked over to his side without hesitation, grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, and followed him as they waded through the water toward the Hibari residence.

The ground in the dead of night was slick with rain, and shallow puddles had formed in the hollows. With every step, a few droplets splashed. Jin Chaoyan disliked being touched by dirty water and didn’t want to splash water onto the boy’s trousers, so she kept her head down, carefully watching the road.

When he finally stopped, she realized that this guy, who usually had zero patience, had actually spent the entire walk back moving at a snail’s pace just to accommodate her. He hadn’t said a word, nor had he complained about her being too slow.

Fortunately, the next morning when it was time for school, though the sky was overcast, the rain hadn’t started yet.

It was only after arriving at the classroom that Jin Chaoyan learned from Sawada Tsuna that the First Rain Guardian’s trial for Yamamoto Takeshi had already begun. However, Yamamoto hadn’t passed the previous night, so today was his last chance.

The failure of the first trial hung over everyone’s head like the gloomy sky outside. After helping the original host through another day of classes, Jin Chaoyan couldn’t resist during the afternoon club activities. While looking out the window of the reception room, she borrowed Hibari’s phone to check the weather forecast.

“Good, at least it won’t rain tomorrow…”

She let out a sigh of relief. As she handed the phone back, she thought of the long, boring middle school curriculum. Recalling the semester schedule and activity forms the school had given to transfer students when she first arrived, she sighed again:

“Why isn’t the Winter Sports Meet held this week?”

If it were, she wouldn’t have to attend classes for the original host. Nor would she have to worry about her falling behind in her studies.

“You want to participate in a sports meet?”

The boy, who had decided to dump the patrol duties onto other Disciplinary Committee members after learning she disliked going out in the rain yesterday, was walking toward the reception room door. His red Disciplinary Committee armband fluttered slightly against his black uniform sleeve as he moved.

He opened the door and turned back to ask that question.

“Hmm?”

The woman, who was wearing the Namimori uniform again and getting used to it, also turned around by the window. She blinked. “I didn’t like it back when I was a student, but now it feels okay. As long as I don’t have to sit through such boring classes, a sports meet would be fine.”

Back then, she had been a shut-in and a weakling. But things were different now—she was now the “Niohuru Chaoyan” who had been specially trained by the future Hibari! She could easily crush these middle schoolers in terms of stamina and strength! She too could experience the joy of a pro smurfing in a low-level lobby!

Hibari Kyoya nodded. He finished relaying some matters to Tetsuya Kusakabe, who was somehow already outside the door. At the end, he added a sentence:

“Go notify the academic affairs office. Have them move the Winter Sports Meet forward to tomorrow.”

Tetsuya Kusakabe: “?”

Jin Chaoyan, listening by the window: “?”

Kusakabe was the first to react. He gave a subtle look to the person inside, then bit down on the blade of grass in his mouth and nodded. “Understood, Chairman. I’ll get right on it.”

Jin Chaoyan: “…”

She stared with wide eyes at this Emperor of Namimori Middle School, who had changed the fate of every teacher and student’s tomorrow with a single sentence. For some reason, she suddenly felt like she had become a “Daji” (a legendary femme fatale who led a king to ruin).

Because she was so shocked, she accidentally let the nickname in her heart slip out:

“Brat… do you know you look like a fainted king (a negligent tyrant) right now?”

Hibari Kyoya closed the door again. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly looked toward her. “Hmm? What did you just call me?”

“…Chairman.”

Jin Chaoyan instantly changed her tune under his gaze.

The boy, who had heard that “Brat” loud and clear, wasn’t buying it. He gave a cold snort and suddenly asked, “Is that what you called the ten-years-later me as well?”

Oh. No, it wasn’t.

Reading the answer from her expression, Hibari Kyoya crossed his arms and leaned against the door. He curled his lips with interest, his grey-blue phoenix eyes looking at her from beneath his soft hair:

“So, how do you address him?”

Jin Chaoyan: “…”

Save… save me.

You’re only fifteen! Calling you “Husband” is practically a crime, okay?!

She pondered for two seconds. Perhaps because they had been getting along quite harmoniously lately, her usually honest “mouse-like” courage inflated slightly. For the first time, she told a lie:

“Kyo… Kyoya?”

“Hmm?”

The boy’s eyebrows twitched slightly. He looked at her half-doubtingly. Just as her heart rate accelerated from nerves, he nodded decisively.

“Fine,” he said. “You can call me that from now on.”

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