No-Rin (のうりん)

Thank you! Thank you so very much!

You really know how to make a girl feel special!

Best audience ever-and I mean that

from the bottom of my heart!

Yuka! Yuka! Yuka! Yuka!

I love you!

You're my queen!

Before the next set,

I want to introduce you to someone very special.

This is the man all my songs are secretly dedicated to.

I love--

I... love you...

Aw, man...

Really?

You're late 'cause you're not married to a pop star?

Take a second to say those words aloud to yourself.

She has a point.

It's kind of sad.

Since we're on the subject of wet dreams,

when are you going to get a grip on reality

and stop fantasizing about Tokyo?

Place will chew you up and spit you out.

Not if I'm a trendy farmer, it won't!

A trendy farmer?

Hah! Yeah, let me give you a clue there, slick.

Two weeks, you'll come crawling back on your hands and knees.

Yokel like you'd be lucky winding up

married to the hometown harvest queen.

Oh, so now you have a crystal ball?

Yukatan and me will be together.

We'll grow rice in Harajukua,

then we're gonna-wait for it-

take Ropongi by storm with cows!

You'll see!

Harvest queen will have to find someone else.

Besides, the only hometown girl my age is you.

Huh?!

Crazy coincidence, huh?

Funny how little details like that can skip your notice.

Kousaku, Minori. Please.

How 'bout you stop whatever this is and, you know, work?

Sorry. My bad.

Gee, thanks.

Way to get me on Kei's bad side today.

Hey! It takes two to tango!

-- Mad cow! Mad cow! --

Actually, I think it's a bull!

Whatever! It's out and it's pissed!

We've got a teacher down!

Medic!

Matador!

They need better pens.

It was one of the peacocks last time, right?

Nah. It was the goat.

The peacock was the time before that.

Hey! Back to work! What's not our problem?

Runaway cattle.

Huh?

Um... Actually...

Crap!

Whatever happens, we can't let it ruin the crop!

And how're we supposed to do that?

I'm on it, guys!

Dude! Kakizaki's insane!

He's got this. He made it to nationals!

No! Kakizaki--!

That thing is a monster!

Why do they keep it around?!

Whoa.

Kei!

Wha-What do we do?!

Just... take this and run like hell.

Aw, c'mon, give me some slack!

I got no beef with you!

Poor choice of words! Sorry! Don't kill me! Sorry!

Well, so far so good.

Oh, Wakadanna! It was just awful!

No one even cared I was almost trampled!

Kousaku.

You brought the career survey, right?

Yeah.

You made up your mind about college?

Nah, still kind of on the fence about it.

Only thing I know for sure is

I want to specialize in agriculture.

Least that's a plan.

Look at me. Heh.

I'm just here 'cause my family's been farmers

since, like, forever.

You telling me you got nothing lined up?

Well, there's Tokyo.

Ah...

Wait! Seriously?!

Yeah, why?

Ugh. Bumpkin...

You really think the "trendy farmer" thing's

going to take off?

As a matter of fact, I already know where I'm going to start.

Ha!

A magical place called Furikoshi High School!

O-kay.

Just so I'm absolutely clear:

In dead earnest,

you actually listed "high school" as a career choice?

That's dumb. Like, really dumb.

Uh...

I'd appreciate it if you'd stop talking to me like I'm an idiot!

Oh brother.

So, I guess it's safe to say

you've got it bad for this pop star chick?

Yukatan Kusakabe is not a "pop star chick", she's a goddess!

And what exactly makes her a "goddess"?

Her dancing dinner-plate eyeballs!

Her delicate, duck-face mouth!

Those rosy apple cheeks!

That angelic voice from heaven!

Her long, naturally straight hair!

The way her eyebrows arch as if to say, "Who, me?"

Right. Thanks.

We get the picture.

Oh-ho, no you don't, my friend!

Not 'til you've heard me talk about that one-of-kind,

ice-melting smile--

Wrap it up, lover boy! No one here gives a crap!

The survey's about life after school.

Okay, fine.

What'd you put on yours, then?

Hmm?

College or job?

Uh! Ah! Um... Well, I guess all things considered,

Let's say, "job." Something in an office?

Hang on! Do-Don't read it!

If any of those things happen in an office,

you're doing them wrong.

This is dumb. Really dumb.

Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot!

I'm thinking long term! Ugh!

Stop running your mouths.

Vulgarians!

It's Fun-bags McGee!

The name is Kochou!

Say it with me, now: Kochou Yoshida!

Got it?!

The plebes in Cultivation are a tragedy.

Small-minded guttersnipes, that's you.

Production Science is wasted on you.

Why they lump Cultivators

and Animal Husbandry students together, I'll never know.

I'm charged with the care of animate creatures.

You all just roll around in the dirt.

A-hem.

The students across the hall will thank you

to keep it down to a dull roar.

Your inane chatter is distracting.