The last class on Tuesday was Physical Education.
The winter wind blew across the basketball court, carrying the lingering traces of yesterday’s sudden rain.
Jiang Jian Yue curled herself into a ball, sitting close against the cold iron fence at the edge of the court.
Her blood-red pupils followed the lively figures running and jumping on the court.
How nice, being a JK and all.
But she was a JK now too.
Well, with this dead aura, not a trace of youthfulness, could she really call herself a JK?
It could only be called “Just Kidding,” right?
Hehe, this joke was interesting.
But with no one to share it with, it wasn’t funny at all.
Lately, she had been keeping her distance from Yuki Asahi, not chatting on LINE, and the stockpile of cold jokes had nowhere to go.
Kaori-chan, hurry up and take down Yuki Asahi.
End his delusions and just be good friends from now on.
Bang—
A sudden, sharp pain struck her cheekbone without warning.
A dull thud shattered her thoughts instantly.
She instinctively covered her face, and through blurred vision, glimpsed a mischievous basketball bouncing away near her feet.
“……”
Precision guidance?
Interesting.
A girl in sportswear rushed over in a panic, black hair, glasses—come on, don’t wear glasses when playing basketball!
If you got elbowed, wouldn’t they break?
The black-haired, straight-haired glasses girl pressed her hands nervously to her chest, eyes behind the lenses filled with guilt.
“I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
Tsk… this girl seemed to have appeared in the anime once.
She was the one who talked to Yuki Asahi in episode four when he came to the classroom.
She seemed to be the Class President… what was her name again?
Jiang Jian Yue was horrified to realize just how dumb she used to be, not even remembering the Class President’s name?
As everyone knows, when you enter a new class, the first name you usually remember isn’t your roommate, but most likely the Class President.
She was about to wave her hand to say it was fine, but her fingertips touched a warm, slippery liquid.
Looking down, she saw bright red drops of blood falling onto her sportswear.
“I’ll take you to the infirmary, okay?”
The black-haired, straight-haired glasses girl asked nervously.
“No need.”
Jiang Jian Yue used her Self-Healing Ability to stop the nosebleed.
This Ability wasn’t passive; it required active use.
If she ever lost consciousness, she’d be in real trouble.
Other girls gathered around, someone stuffing a Paper Towel into her hand.
“I have a Paper Towel!”
“Use my Handkerchief, Jiang Jian-san!”
Someone else even grabbed the corner of her shirt to wipe her face—
Wait! Isn’t that a bit much?
Surrounded by a warm wall of people, Jiang Jian Yue felt her blood rush to her head, her cheeks burning.
Hoooo… The scent of sweaty, youthful girls… sweet and fragrant…
She remembered.
She remembered everything. In her previous life, she was also a little Chuunan.
Was she always this popular?
She wiped away the nosebleed with a Paper Towel as the Physical Education teacher walked over, scattering the crowd.
After Jiang Jian Yue repeatedly assured she was fine, the teacher left, swinging the timer.
So Japanese Physical Education teachers also swing timers around for fun?
“Jiang Jian actually blushed just now.”
“So cute…”
“Ah~ That Jiang Jian used my Paper Towel!”
The girls’ whispers reached her ears, making Jiang Jian Yue a little flustered—
Are all the girls in our class yuri?
The black-haired, straight-haired glasses girl didn’t go back to basketball, but sat beside Jiang Jian Yue, smiling softly.
“Everyone is very kind.”
Jiang Jian Yue agreed, as long as she hadn’t heard any girls gossiping about her behind her back.
But she decided to treat it as playful banter among girl groups, not caring.
She was a mature adult, after all—how could she be petty about such things?
When Physical Education class ended, Jiang Jian Yue changed clothes, planning to check in on the Supernatural Club before leaving.
Tonight was the day for the goods handover—she definitely needed to be present.
***
The Supernatural Club could now be renamed the Homework Club.
When Jiang Jian Yue opened the door, she saw Kaori Onishi wearing glasses at the Conference Table, frowning at her homework.
Yuki Asahi sat across from her, absentmindedly chewing on an Atomic Pen, clearly lost in a difficult problem.
“Oi! Senpai! You finally came!”
Kaori Onishi pushed aside her homework in frustration—you’re the Class President, for crying out loud!
Jiang Jian Yue pointed at her own eyes.
Kaori Onishi caught on instantly, understanding what she wanted to ask.
“These are plano glasses~”
Kaori Onishi made a finger gun under her chin.
“Do I look smarter?”
Idiot?
Jiang Jian Yue pursed her lips helplessly, about to say she’d leave early today.
But Kaori Onishi suddenly produced a box of Ferrero Rocher from somewhere.
“I’ve been waiting so long for you—come eat!”
You didn’t have to wait for me for this!
I’m not some girl who jumps for joy at the sight of snacks—but since I’m here, tasting one is fine.
“Hmph, Yuki-kun wouldn’t eat unless you came, and I don’t want to eat alone either~”
Kaori Onishi said, dumping the Ferrero Rochers onto the table and flicking them toward Yuki Asahi’s worksheet.
Yuki Asahi sighed, gave up on the tough problem, and started unwrapping a Ferrero Rocher.
“Who bought these?”
Jiang Jian Yue tore open a wrapper and held the Ferrero Rocher.
“No idea.”
Kaori Onishi waved her hand.
“……”
Jiang Jian Yue’s motion paused, her gaze turning frighteningly serious as she stared at Kaori Onishi.
“Eh… It was found in Yuki-kun’s drawer. No one knows who put it there.”
Kaori Onishi stuck out her tongue playfully.
“Jiang Jian-senpai, don’t you know Yuki-kun is super popular at school now?”
“He even has a Fan Club! Lots of girls have secret crushes on him, so it’s not strange if someone gave him chocolate!”
“Cough cough cough!”
Yuki Asahi coughed, covering his mouth, bending down to hide his face under the desk, his hand tightly clutching the wrapper.
“Hehe, Yuki-kun, are you embarrassed again?”
Kaori Onishi teased, trying to pop a Ferrero Rocher into her mouth.
Jiang Jian Yue’s pupils darkened as she grabbed Kaori Onishi’s hand to stop her.
“Don’t eat it!”
These two kids!
Why don’t they understand not to eat food from unknown sources?
She turned to look at Yuki Asahi, noticing blood seeping from his hand and dripping onto the floor.
“Eh? What’s wrong, Yuki-kun?”
Jiang Jian Yue ignored Kaori Onishi’s pale face, stepping to Yuki Asahi’s side.
On the floor, she saw a bloodstained razor blade.
She understood immediately.
What a despicable method.
GPRI Hunters wouldn’t use such a childish prank for an attack.
After all, a small blade—Yuki Asahi could eat it for breakfast on live stream.
This was definitely real.
Most likely, it was a student who disliked Yuki Asahi.
It’s perfectly normal for someone to resent his popularity.
Don’t idealize ordinary students too much.