They are still close to me today despite their negative feelings

"...Should we take it with us?"

I didn't mind her scrutinizing look. It was different from the way wealthy women used to look at merchandise in stores; it was more like a kitten curiously looking at something it didn't understand.

Not aggressive, but full of curiosity.

"Thanks."

She nodded and thanked him again.

Well, I'm getting used to her style of speaking with ellipses.

Just as I was about to catch up with her, she suddenly seemed to remember something, looked around, and then frowned.

"Yes, what are you looking for?"

I tried to understand what she meant.

The girl's eyes lit up, and she nodded emphatically.

"Pen……"

"If you don't mind."

I pulled the pen I used in class from my pocket. Carrying a pen with me was a habit I developed at work; it's useful for everything from writing bills and keeping track of prices to opening bottles of wine.

The girl remained expressionless, but quickly took the pen and wrote something on the flyer.

"...You need to...print a new copy..."

She said so.

I glanced at it, and the name "Ning Ruoyu" was already written in the column for members of the Light Music Club on the flyer.

"I saw... cleaning yesterday. Remember to... come for practice tomorrow..."

The girl said this, and for some reason, even though it was a request made with a blank expression, it still touched people.

"learn!"

Although it's a music club with only two members, the club is short-staffed, the president is clueless, and I'm just a nobody who can't play any instruments... but it's still a small step forward.

As I was thinking this, I heard the girl beside me say something that sounded a little confused.

"...This...was not printed by me."

Following the girl's gaze, I looked at what she was holding in her hand and was about to open.

A notebook with a sky-blue cover.

[Next chapter preview: I remember how my worldview was shattered after I accidentally flipped through my colleague's "Contact List of Rich Women in Shanghai"]

"...Could it be that the senior student dislikes the owner of this notebook?"

"Ahhh, the male lead is here! The male lead is here!"

"You are truly disgusting."

Chapter 3: So, I decided to isolate the whole class.

"Wait a moment!"

Hearing my somewhat flustered interruption, the girl with light purple hair blinked, raised her head slightly, and looked at me quietly with her red eyes.

It's like a robot that has received a command.

"I think I've heard a classmate mention this notebook before. And it doesn't feel right to just randomly open a notebook and not know what's written in it, does it?"

"...Is this...bad...behavior?"

I personally think so.

I sighed, recalling how my worldview was shattered after I accidentally flipped through my colleague's "Contact List of Rich Women in Shanghai."

"That's it..."

"Yes, although this is just my personal opinion, it is important to respect other people's privacy."

These high-sounding words were just used to appease this clueless senior.

My thought process was actually as follows: The notebook seemed familiar—An Yu's expression suggested it was important—Seeing the contents would definitely put me under psychological pressure—Trouble! Back out! Back out!

"Then...this...is for you?"

"No, no, you know my reputation at school, right? It would be better if you, senior, spoke to my classmate."

The senior student thought for a moment, then nodded.

...Although I made up this excuse because I was afraid of trouble, I would still be grateful if you could refute it a little.

At that moment, I still had the leisure to think this way, completely unaware that there were some uncorrected misunderstandings in my understanding of this senior student.

—This discrepancy wasn't realized until I returned to the classroom in the afternoon and saw many boys and girls in the class huddled together, whispering and talking amongst themselves.

The sky-blue notebook was prominently displayed on the table in the middle, attracting exaggerated cheers from the boys and gossipy speculations from the girls.

This made me subconsciously look at An Yu's seat.

An Yu was sitting with her friends. The girl with the ponytail, named Hu Dan, was asking a passing boy what had happened with great curiosity. She seemed eager to find out, but there were too many people, so she didn't go forward yet.

An Yu probably sensed my gaze and glanced in my direction. While looking at me, she was still laughing and talking to her friend beside her, but the unease and embarrassment in her eyes were completely unmistakable to me.

"During lunch break today, all my friends went out to eat. I came back first and immediately saw him in the classroom. At this time, it seemed like he and I were the only ones in the classroom. He even greeted me. Hehe, I felt happy and nervous at the same time."

"There was a math problem I couldn't solve, so I mustered up my courage and went to his seat to ask him for help. People's brains are really so different. I looked at the problem several times and still couldn't figure it out, but he just glanced at the problem and seemed to have figured it out."

"And what's more, he was so attentive when he explained things to me! I... I really wanted to secretly take his pen. To have him take such good care of it and write such amazing steps and formulas..."

“Aiya!——”

They must have seen something exciting, because the boys were reciting it aloud, while the girls were letting out shy yet teasing screams in sync with the plot.

"This is so daring!" "But it feels a bit disgusting..." "Is this love or just being in heat... And why does this writing style seem a little familiar?"

I glanced at An Yu's seat again.

She was still acting as if it were none of her business, but as her friends gradually became more attentive, and as a blush began to spread across her cheeks, she felt she was in grave danger.

Who would write such an outrageous idea in their diary? Are you writing a "Thief's Manual"?

"Someone's Observation Manual, wow! Who wrote this? What an amazing idea, hahaha."

...It really is a manual.

Some busybodies have already started trying to find out the author and the prototype; opening boxes really is a talent etched into human DNA.

"Hey, I think I know who 'he' is!"

"real or fake?!"

“Look, look, it says here that he got first place in both math and Chinese in the whole school.”

"Our class... ah! It's our class monitor, Chen Di! He got top marks in both math and Chinese, right? And his Chinese essay was even read aloud as a model essay!"

"This is simple, right? Among all the oddballs in our class, the only one who could be a male god is the class monitor, right?"

"Haha, I get it, I get it."

Although this outrageous statement drew dissatisfaction from many of the boys present (the class monitor was not there), the girls watching responded with a united sneer.

"And who is this girl...?"

"Hey, that's enough. If you keep guessing, it's going a bit too far."

Fortunately, this class hasn't gone that far. Hu Dan was the first to frown and interrupt.

"There was nothing I could do about it. Senior Chu Guyin from the second year of high school gave me this notebook, said it belonged to our class, and then left."

The boy reading aloud said with a grin.

"This is something Senior Sister Chu Guyin asked me to do, you know? There's no way I wouldn't do it, right?"

"Huh? Senior, she?"

Even Hu Dan seemed somewhat surprised.

"...Could it be that the senior student dislikes the owner of this notebook?"

"That must be it, right? It feels like it's hinting that we should stop this person from going crazy."

"Hey, does that mean the senior also likes the class monitor? The class monitor is amazing! She's Senior Chu Guyin, you know?!"

This time it was my turn to be drenched in sweat.

When I said, "You can give it to my classmate when the time comes," she took it for granted and said, "Give it to my (F class) classmate when the time comes (if you have time)," and then gave it to a completely unrelated boy from F class at noon.

It's really asking too much of a senior student to understand the consequences of such actions when she can't even judge whether they are good or bad.

But in any case, the situation is indeed as bad as it could get—

"If it's that senior Chu Guyin, then there's nothing we can do, right? She really does have a bodyguard team at school, you know?"

"Wow, how disgusting! Someone disliked by Chu Guyin, a senior in the second year of high school, I really don't know if she can survive in school—"

"Then we must find out, right? Are there any clues?"

I glanced at An Yu again. Fortunately, I'm usually someone who's almost deliberately ignored by everyone, so my few glances at him didn't arouse any speculation.

An Yu's face had turned from a slight rosy hue to deathly pale, and the unease in her eyes would have been noticeable even to an ordinary student. At that moment, she was completely oblivious to my gaze, staring nervously at the doorway.

"Ahhh, the male lead is here! The male lead is here!"

The reason she was so nervous was probably because the person being observed had just appeared at the classroom door.

"?"

Even someone like me, who is used to seeing handsome men because of my profession, felt a sense of surprise as the young man walked in, tilting his head slightly with a smile.

"You kid!"

The boy with the buzz cut who was reciting grabbed the handsome young man's shoulder. "Damn it, you've really caused a lot of trouble!"

"What are you talking about?" The class monitor of Class F, a boy who was perfect in every way, showed a puzzled smile. "What are you all doing here? Did you get the results?"

"Who cares about grades at a time like this? You've got your eye on by Chu Guyin, the senior in the second year of high school!" The buzz-cut boy rubbed his fists together, "Come on, let's not talk about anything else, just take this punch!"

"Haha, stop it, stop it, make way, everyone, I'm blocked at the door."

Chen Di gave a perfunctory reply.

Hey, this guy's expression... I frowned, but my thoughts were quickly interrupted by other voices.

"It's hard to say about Senior Sister Chu Guyin, but our Class Monitor Chen really does have a hidden number one fan!"

"Yeah, yeah, look at this, and here too, tsk tsk tsk."

"Hey? The class monitor is here. Why don't we just have him remember who he was with and what happened? Hurry up, we still need to return the notebook as the senior said!"

Ah, that is indeed the simplest method.

As I was thinking this, I caught a glimpse of An Yu out of the corner of my eye.

She still didn't participate in the conversation, but her friends had already gathered around.

At that moment, she was staring longingly at the other side, completely unaware that anyone who paid close attention would have noticed her unusual behavior.

The class monitor, being bothered by those around him, reluctantly picked up his notebook to read its contents.

An Yu, probably trying to ease the tension, reached into his pocket while looking at the crowd, presumably to take something out—but it seemed he didn't take anything out.

Ah, this guy, it seems he's completely forgotten that he gave me all the green beans this morning.

……so troublesome.

"Sorry, this is mine."

Amidst the jeering crowd, I expressionlessly picked up the sky-blue notebook, glanced around at the frozen expressions on the faces of those around me, and finally fixed my gaze on the class monitor's face.

"……what?"

With a mix of subtle and negative emotions, I felt deeply that my status as a mere "paramecium" in the school was unshakeable.

"No, no, this is clearly a girl's handwriting, isn't it?"

"Ah, I wrote it with my left hand."

I used a pen to imitate the handwriting on the draft paper, making it exactly the same as the one in the notebook. This made the buzz-cut guy who asked the question look like his worldview had been completely shattered.