[Ouran High School Host Club] My Blind Date Is in the Host Club

Lin Yanqiu looked at the boy before her, who wore thin-rimmed glasses and a deep navy silk furisode: Kyoya Ootori, the marriage prospect her stepfather had ordered her to pursue at all costs. Like every other elite she had met here, he was refined and reserved, with the bearing of someone raised in a distinguished family. Lin Yanqiu had long since seen through the hypocrisy of people like him. They acted courteous and polite, but had already sorted everyone into ranks in their minds. They merely put on the gracious, magnanimous airs of their “betters” toward those they deemed “inferior.” Equal conversation and treating people with sincerity? A pipe dream. As Lin Yanqiu sized him up, Kyoya Ootori was sizing her up, too. He had met plenty of people like her, who looked down on money while enjoying its benefits, branded all the rich as bloodsucking parasites, and equated wealth with immorality, as if the rich were wicked and the poor virtuous. Money was just a medium of exchange. Ascribing too much moral value to it was a sign that you were its slave. To him, that kind of thinking was... incredibly foolish. Their worldviews were as far apart as the East African Rift Valley. They parted on bad terms, and Lin Yanqiu thought she’d never see the “refined” Mr. Ootori again. Little did she know that, in the Third Music Room at Ouran High School... The young aristocrat who’d been looking down his nose at her in a kimono yesterday was now bare-chested, giving her a professional smile. “I’m delighted to be of service.” Lin Yanqiu: “??” Who are you? Theme: Falling in love is the process of seeing the other person