Type-Moon, but the Gal Romance System

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Typhon felt filled with determination.

"You forgot your meal card in the drawer." Mochizuki Oboro's voice came from behind.

Eh?

Typhon felt his pockets, and sure enough, they were empty.

"Th-thank you." Ti Fong turned around stiffly and took it.

Mochizuki Oboro then asked, "Did you bring your phone? You can log in to the Chaldea student app to link your meal card and other convenient functions, so you won't have to worry about forgetting anything in the future."

"No. When I was studying in Greece, schools there didn't allow cell phones to be brought to school." Typhon looked away somewhat guiltily.

While in the classroom, Tsutsumi's judgment was slightly impaired because he had just woken up. In addition, the precognitive dream was too impactful, so Tsutsumi rejected Mochizuki Oboro's suggestion without thinking and decided to go to the cafeteria by himself.

As a result, I still have to rely on their help.

Typhon felt that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the future depicted in his precognitive dreams.

Since things have come to this, let's just conduct a proper investigation.

"Let's go to the cafeteria together?" Mochizuki Oboro invited him a second time.

"Hmm," Typhon murmured, barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.

In early April, even at noon it's not considered hot; the perceived temperature is at most around 15 degrees Celsius.

Although Chaldea is known for its world-leading technology, it actually places great importance on environmental protection. Each school has a lot of greenery, so the landscape is not monotonous.

Cherry trees, grass, and colorful flowers lined up in a row, like a natural welcoming carpet.

"Did you have any expectations for Chaldea before?" Mochizuki Oboro took the initiative to start the conversation.

“It’s probably a very futuristic place, full of robots and incredible technology,” Typhon replied.

That's what my sister, Epsilon, fantasized about. I wonder if she'll be disappointed.

Mochizuki Oboro nodded: "Indeed. The outside world's stereotype of Chaldea is probably just the scenes depicted in science fiction movies."

"I thought they used biometrics here, but I didn't expect they'd still have meal cards..." Tifon quipped, "Maybe this place is surprisingly traditional."

Wang Yuelong explained, "I heard that it will be changed next semester. The dormitory has always used biometric identification, and your meal card will probably be discontinued soon."

"What about outside the school? Are there many flying machines in the sky?" Typhon asked with a hint of curiosity.

"It's not that exaggerated. Due to safety concerns, aerial operations are strictly regulated. If you want to experience flying, you can apply to visit District 23, which is the center of aerospace."

During their conversation, the two had already entered the cafeteria.

To Tifeng's surprise, there weren't many people queuing at the cafeteria windows; most students were sitting in small groups, chatting and laughing.

"That's the reservation area. The last period in the morning is all self-study class. Students can select their seats online and place their orders, and the robot will deliver them automatically."

Typhon's eyes widened slightly as he watched the busy yet orderly four-wheeled robots.

It was only at this moment that she began to truly feel like she had arrived in a high-tech metropolis.

The reservation area occupies about 55% of the cafeteria space, but many people also prefer to choose their lunch on-site and pick a seat they like.

Looking at the various kinds of food in front of the window, Ti Fung was at a loss for what to choose.

"Do you prefer sweet or savory?"

The staff behind the window asked me in a friendly manner.

The other person's name tag read "Boudica," which gave off a gentle, reliable, and trustworthy feeling.

“Salty,” Typhon replied. “Any rice dishes you would recommend?”

Noodles are certainly good, but they might splatter soup and affect the taste. Rice is better in comparison; as long as you're careful, there shouldn't be any problems.

“How about classic curry rice? It’s always been popular,” Boudica said enthusiastically.

Tifeng nodded: "That's settled then."

No spiciness, normal portion, plus a glass of juice. That's it.

It cost 6 QP in total. That's quite cheap.

Mochizuki Oboro had already made her selections and was now holding a tray, waiting for Tsutsumi Toyo.

The two chose an empty spot to sit down and glanced at each other's choices simultaneously.

On Mochizuki Oboro's tray were mixed noodles and wontons. "Boys always seem to eat more," Tiphon thought.

I haven't seen this kind of mixed noodles much before; it has a peanut butter flavor.

"Chinese food?" Typhon asked curiously.

"I like to eat the wontons by taking them out and putting them in the noodles. But they're also good on their own, want to try them?" Mochizuki Oboro began her recommendation.

As she spoke, Mochizuki Oboro pushed the wonton bowl to the center.

So far, apart from Charlemagne and Mandicardo, few people have shown interest in pairing noodles and wontons.

Typhon noticed the details on the table: two spoons and a small empty bowl.

I thought it was just a polite inquiry, but I didn't expect the other party to genuinely want to make a recommendation.

Given this, Typhon had no reason to refuse the offer.

He took the bowl and spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

Just as Typhon was about to express his thoughts on the taste, a voice that was all too familiar reached his ears:

"elder sister?"

Following the sound, Mochizuki looked towards the source and saw a girl whose appearance was almost identical to Typhon's, with differences only in her hair color and other aspects.

It's obvious that she's Typhon's sister.

Castor, who was half a step behind Ipsilon, had a subtle expression on his face, as if he had interrupted his senior's good time.

Despite being hailed as the "Wild Boar Princess," Caster actually has some brains.

Castor switched to intelligence mode and analyzed the information in front of him.

The red-haired girl sitting opposite the senior looked exactly like Epsilon; she must be her older sister.

These two sisters transferred here today, so they probably don't know many people yet.

The fact that the senior student was able to have lunch with Ipsilon's sister suggests that they must have happened to be classmates in the same class.

The bowl of wontons on the table must belong to the senior student; the fact that Ipsilon's sister eats from a small bowl is the best proof of that.

From what I understand, the senior is a very warm-hearted person, so he is mostly helping Ipsylon's sister get familiar with the campus environment and inviting her to try the wontons.

But! No girl would want to eat food from a guy she doesn't like!

Caster touched the non-existent eye and added a scene to his mind.

While other possibilities cannot be ruled out, it is highly likely that Ipsilon's sister has feelings for her senior!

"I'm such a detective." Custer exhaled, ending his deduction.

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P.S.: Although it's still a while before her official debut, the official name for Yao Lan has been decided to be "Melushin".

Chapter 22 Epsilon: Me Too

Finis Academy Cafeteria.

Mochizuki Oboro sat in the same row as Castor, while Typhon sat with his sister Epsilon.

The differences between Ipsilon and Typhon are not only reflected in their hair color, but also in their personalities.

Within minutes of spending time together, Mochizuki Oboro could tell that Ipsilon was a more cheerful and lively type.

Ipsilon tapped Typhon's arm lightly: "Sister, you're not very familiar with the campus either, are you? Caster will show me around after school, do you want to come along?"

Mochizuki turned to look at Caster.

Nothing was said, but it seemed like everything was said.

Since things had come to this, all Caster could say was, "If you're free this afternoon, could you come along?"

"Gurgle..." Caster let out a mournful cry in his heart.

I never expected such a coincidence to happen; it's incredibly embarrassing.

Despite having received help just yesterday, he shamelessly claims today that he is familiar with the campus environment and even wants to lead his classmates on a tour.

Although Castor was confident that he could successfully guide Epsilon through the tour, he was, after all, only a freshman on his second day at the school, and it was always better to have an insurance policy.

“Okay,” Mochizuki Oboro agreed.

Anyway, bringing Typhon is the same as bringing two other people, so it's no big deal. The part-time job interview at Camelot Club was originally scheduled for the evening.

"Yay~" Ipsilon smiled brightly: "Then please give me your guidance, senior."

At Finis Academy, lunch break begins at 12:00 PM, with a one-hour break for lunch and rest. Classes resume at 1:00 PM.

After the noisy lunch, the four of them returned to the classroom in pairs to begin their respective lunch break activities.

Having already slept through the last self-study period in the morning, Difeng was not sleepy at all and was lying on the table in a daze.

Some people are chatting, some are sleeping, and some are playing on their phones.

Bored, Tifeng continued to observe Mochizuki Oboro.

I was doing my homework this morning, and now I'm reading a book. I'm working really hard.

"An Introduction to Aesthetics"? I don't understand it, but it seems pretty impressive.

In today's rapidly changing modern society, the weight of relationships between the sexes has become increasingly light, but Typhon despises so-called "hedonism".

For Thérèse, boyfriend and husband are synonyms, irreplaceable partners who support each other in life.

Since she knew that such a scene appeared in her dream, it means that he meets her requirements for a boyfriend... right?

Typhon's face inexplicably flushed red again.

No, that's just his future self; we absolutely cannot lower our standards for him now.

If you look closely, this guy is actually not bad.

His facial features aren't the kind of strikingly handsome that's uniquely handsome, but his overall score is above average and certainly not unpleasant to look at.

Its most essential quality is undoubtedly its indescribable allure. You don't notice it from a distance, but once you get close, you'll discover that it's practically the most unique addictive substance in the world.

As a well-read intellectual (of shoujo manga), Typhon decides to start a "future boyfriend training plan".

The first step is to start by establishing contact.

Tifeng, who was lying on the table, stretched out his left leg and gently tapped Mochizuki Ryou's heel.

"?"

Let's have a chat.

Mochizuki closed the book "An Introduction to Aesthetics" in her hands: "What do you want to know?"

"It will be all right."

Tifeng didn't care what Mochizuki Oboro was introducing; she just wanted to hear how well she could express herself.

However, the girl would never have imagined that there was a lousy system and an even more lousy AI inside Mochizuki Oboro's body.

[Side quest unlocked: Typhon's Boyfriend Test]

Current task progress: 0%

[Reward: Skill - Dragon Tamer (C); Receives an additional Command Seal per week that applies only to Typhon; cannot be stored, maximum of one seal can exist.]

Putting aside the ambiguous "How to Train Your Dragon" and the free Command Seals, this is clearly Typhon's personal strategy quest.

Despite having extensive experience with BB, Mochizuki Oboro showed no unusual reaction and replied to Tsutsumi as if nothing had happened:

"I'm an oddball. I don't follow the rules honestly. I often do things that are unexpected."

Typhon hummed in agreement: "I can sense it. What are your preferences?"

"I pursue 'beauty'. I like everything related to beauty, whether it is concrete or abstract, including the mind, appearance, behavior, scenery, evolution, and laws."

No wonder everyone else uses your gaze as the standard for judging beautiful girls. Typhon thought to himself.