I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"Or, staying in a hotel would be better. But I might not have enough money on me."

Chiharu Tokisaka pondered what to do next, but the more she thought about it, the more conflicted and melancholic she felt.

—Because she couldn't solve any of the problems, but she had no choice but to face them.

After cleaning the room, I tidied it up again.

So she sat down on the tatami mat and rested for a while.

Looking at my room, I couldn't help but feel disheartened.

No matter how much you clean up this old room, you can't hide its shabby and dilapidated atmosphere.

But she was too tired to move.

I took a bottle of plum tea from the small refrigerator, returned to the table, poured myself a small cup, and drank it.

The cool, sweet and sour liquid slightly relieved my anxiety.

I looked around the room once more.

"That's fine then."

Chiharu Tokisaka comforted herself: "All I'll get is a scolding when Mom comes."

After drinking the water, he lay down on the tatami mat.

Looking at the withered yellow ceiling, she began to worry about something else.

—How exactly did my grades turn out?

Even at the very beginning, I had enough confidence.

However, as two days passed...

This confidence, like solid ice, melted away.

It turned into water, leaving my heart feeling damp.

My skin felt like it was sealed off, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Her hair was spread out on the tatami mat like vines as she picked up her phone and opened a group chat on Line.

He was chatting with other girls.

—Because, she had nothing else to do.

Because if I don't do these things, I'll spend the whole day worrying about my grades.

Chapter 311 Unbearable Yet Unsettling

Monday, November 13th.

Today is finally the first day of school, and the grades have all been released.

Grade bulletin boards are usually posted in the hallways of each grade.

The results will be displayed above, showing the scores of the top 100 students in the entire grade.

Xia Wuzhao glanced at her ranking, which remained unchanged.

Still number one.

Asahi Aoi is second, and Kirishima Chiho is third.

This made many students sigh: "Kirishima, class president, third again."

"If Kirishima-class representative were in first place, that would be great."

"Now it seems like we students who were originally from New Tokyo are inferior to students from the countryside."

"Well, it's because Kirishima's family has been busy lately. Besides, she doesn't need to keep striving to be number one. After all, she doesn't need to worry about her future, so being at the top is enough for her."

"That might be the case. If that's the case, then it's understandable why Kirishima has always been ranked third."

The girls chattered about these things, though they didn't actually have a particularly good relationship with Chiho.

They were just ordinary classmates at most, but they were arguing and gossiping about it.

It wasn't until I finally found a reason that convinced me that it was over.

Xia Wuzhao didn't care much about the rankings; she just glanced at them and went back to the classroom.

Asahi looked at the rankings, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Second place, second place."

"If you're not number one, then it's meaningless."

"If I can become number one, I can go from being a friend to a girlfriend or lover."

She shook her head, letting go of all the burden she had been carrying.

This is what it means to actually enter the classroom.

Chiho was indifferent to her grades; she was aware of her own shortcomings.

Asahi is very hardworking, while Natsugiri Kai has a strange kind of intelligence.

As for myself, I haven't worked hard enough, nor am I the smartest, so this result is sufficient.

However, Chiharu Tokisaka stared blankly at her ranking.

She was ranked at the very bottom of the grade.

He was ranked in the nineties.

This looks good, but there are only five or six classes in the second grade.

What does being in the nineties mean?

Feeling somewhat conflicted, she pursed her lips.

After entering the classroom, she saw her class ranking.

He is ranked nineteenth.

—This result can barely be considered above average.

But if you're not careful, you might slip down to the middle.

Yuka was also looking at the report card, and when she saw Chiharu Tokisaka, she waved happily: "Chiharu, you did really well on the exam this time. You improved so much, nineteen places! Even your name is on the bulletin board outside."

Chiharu Tokisaka forced a smile, then said, "Only nineteenth place."

"Well, nineteenth place is already pretty good."

Yuka was quite pleased and said, "At least, you're a good student now."

He smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm only nineteenth place. I'm hardly a good student."

Even as she said this, she felt a slight excitement inside.

Even if I'm only nineteenth, I've still made progress, haven't I? As long as I keep going, I'll always be able to go even further.

With this thought in mind, the smile on her face became even more sincere, and even more resentful.

"If nineteen students aren't considered good students, then what is?"

Yuka said this as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and she giggled as she pulled Chiharu Tokisaka back to her seat.

"Yuka, how are your grades?" Chiharu Tokisaka asked curiously.

"Still the same as before, around thirties," Yuka replied nonchalantly.

The two chatted and laughed, and Chiharu Tokisaka's worries were relieved.

But with the arrival of the teacher, her heart sank again.

"I've made so much progress, will my teacher praise me?"

"I think so."

"It would be too embarrassing to be praised."

If she's thinking about being praised right now, how can others possibly praise her?

They'll definitely look at you with surprise.

She was a little worried about how she would get along with her friends if she were praised.

"But if I don't get praised, I'll feel a little disappointed. I know I did a good job, and I should be praised."

Hesitating, wavering.

She looked up at the teacher, wondering how the teacher had arranged things.

"No matter what, I can only accept it, can't I?"

Thinking about it this way made her feel a little better.

The teacher stood on the podium and placed the test paper on the desk.

"Well, it's Monday today. So let's have a class meeting then." The teacher said casually. "After the class monitor hands out the papers, I'll have someone go out to discuss your future plans. We should be able to go through everyone's questions today, and then you'll need to schedule a time for your three-way meetings."

"Remember to submit a form and let me know tomorrow so I can plan my time accordingly."

After the teacher finished speaking, he called out the name of the first-place student and had him follow him to the reception room.

After the teacher left, the classroom immediately became lively.

Yuka asked Chiharu Tokisaka, "Chiharu, have you scheduled a time for the three-way meeting?"

"Not yet, I'll call after school."

Chiharu Tokisaka was slightly embarrassed.

"I see." Yuka sighed slightly. "I was planning to invite you out today. But it seems that won't be possible now."

“However, there’s going to be a long time from now on,” Yuka said. “You probably don’t need to go to work for a while, right?”

"Ah."

Chiharu Tokisaka touched her hair; "You don't need to go to work recently."

The two chatted, but their attitude was different from Yuka's casual and peaceful demeanor.

Chiharu Tokisaka was always a little uneasy, and her hands and feet felt sore and numb.

They chatted like that, with people occasionally leaving the classroom.

"Tokisaka! It's your turn."

A girl stood at the door and called out.

Chiharu Tokisaka quickly stood up, and in her panic, her chair crashed to the ground with a loud thud, making a huge noise in the classroom.

Many people turned their attention to Chiharu Tokisaka, making her blush.

She struggled to sit up and gave her classmates an awkward smile.

He ran out quickly.

After running for a while, she finally calmed down a little.

"Really."

Chiharu Tokisaka couldn't help but scold herself: "How could I be so careless and make such a commotion?"

Muttering to himself, he finally arrived at the reception room.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally pushed open the door.

Chapter 312 A Fantasy as Colorful as a Kaleidoscope

The teacher was sitting behind a desk, holding a stack of papers in her hand.

After hearing the knock, she casually said, "Come in."

Chiharu Tokisaka pushed open the door and entered the reception room. She stood at the door and bowed slightly: "Teacher."

"Well, sit down."

The teacher pointed to the seat in front of them.

Chiharu Tokisaka walked over with a smile on her face.

But I was still a little uneasy.