NOVEL NEXT Chapter 12
Page Eleven枯燥的男子高中生课堂
Because the teachers were all grading papers, we had self-study, and being called to school was just to comply with the unified holiday regulations set by the administration.
Zhao Zhao, who searched out two sets of girls’ school uniforms at the school gate, was detained on the spot by the student council and only returned to the classroom with a lifeless expression during the second class.
My seat was in the second-to-last row near the window, which is famously known as the protagonist’s divine seat.
In both animations and games, this seat was where the male protagonist and his harem flirted and cultivated their relationships, forming a golden circle for interaction.
Generally speaking, that’s how it is, but my situation is somewhat special.
Since the affiliated male high school department of Bìyáng Girls’ School is essentially a boys’ school! The people around me were all big men, and the only advantage was being able to open the window for fresh air.
Pah, reality is just a lousy game!
By the way, Zhao Zhao’s seat was right behind mine, the quasi-divine seat at the very back.
But currently, he looked like a hamster that had lost all its stored food. He had lost his life goals, stopped thinking, and lay limp on the desk like a flattened hamster pancake.
No, it should be a gorilla pancake?
Seemingly noticing my gaze, he reached out and grabbed my sleeve, tears welling up as he cried to me, “It’s all gone, Chairman. The treasures I bought with the money I saved over two months of part-time work are now gone…”
“Alright, you’re still young, you can earn more money…”
“But there’s nothing in the school rules against bringing girls’ school uniforms inside! Tán Lǐn Huā also wears girls’ clothes to class every day, so why did they confiscate my treasures? This is definitely strange!”
Not to mention why the girls’ school uniforms are so expensive, it was rather disgusting seeing a burly man crying like a child. I feared he might use my sleeve to wipe his tears, so I quickly pulled my hand away from his.
“Zhao Zhao, let’s go play basketball off-campus during the summer vacation.”
Surprised by my sudden change of topic, he looked up at me puzzled, “Why bring this up now?”
“I want you to know that you can be popular too.”
“Popular? Me?”
“Just imagine, if we were attending an ordinary high school, not only would you have a tall figure and excellent ball skills, but every time there’s a basketball game, a large number of girls would gather around. How could such conditions fail to attract girls?”
Of course, the前提 is not to be vulgar. A mind full of pornography, no matter how well hidden, will ultimately affect one’s aura. For example, Zhao Zhao now, most girls would instinctively and intuitively avoid him based on their sixth sense.
Hearing this, Zhao Zhao had a look of enlightenment, “When you put it that way, it does seem like I could be popular. So
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“Is all of this misery because of this school?!”
“You only realized this now? This school is nothing but an inhumane hell.” Although I said this to comfort him, in reality, it depends on the individual. After all, among the many students here, those who were already so lustful by high school are few. One could say he was just born more **driven than humans, given his status as a mountain gorilla.”
Zhao Zhao seemed to feel much better and started indulging in the delusion of becoming popular.
And because of the events of the morning, I was exhausted and decided to rest my head on the desk for a nap.
But no sooner had I closed my eyes when my phone started vibrating in my pocket, making me rather annoyed.
[Xiao Hai Tang: Orange will pick me up at the gate of the girls’ school after school. Call Zhao Zhao, let’s all four go to Old Feng’s place for a welcome party!]
Old Feng runs a food stall at the village entrance. Because there are fewer city management officers in the village, his stalls gradually became fixed in the bustling part of the village entrance. His cooking skills are excellent, and the prices are affordable for us students, so we are all regular customers.
Tsk, this welcome party doesn’t seem like something to look forward to for me. It feels more like a farewell party?
Orange should have been my younger sister! Xiao Hai Tang, that wretched sister-snatcher! What is Chen Orange even? Her name should be Chang Ju! Wait, Chang Ju?
I never thought that if she took our family name, her name wouldn’t sound good either… So disappointing… Sister, I want a sister… As the protagonist of a light novel, how can I not even have a sister?
All these complex emotions finally condensed into a simple 【Received】.
The fact that I don’t have a sister made my fatigue surge, and I fell into a restless sleep.
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“Chairman, wake up.”
I felt someone slapping my face. Their hand was rough, and I could feel hard calluses.
“Wake up, it’s lunchtime.”
It was Zhao Zhao. My face hurt from his slaps, so I waved his hand away and shouted irritably, “Alright, alright, stop slapping me. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that your palms feel like sandpaper?”
“We basketball players have hands like this. In fact, it’s your face that’s too soft, Chairman.”
Too soft, huh? The only way I take care of my skin is by washing it with hot water. Can I be blamed for that? Sigh, being naturally beautiful is such a hassle.
“How do we solve lunch?”
I glanced at the clock on the classroom wall. It was almost noon.
“You sleep too much. At this time, the cafeteria will probably be very crowded.”
The cafeteria is a standalone building next to the teaching building. Although it can accommodate a large number of people,
A hundred people were dining simultaneously, but there were few serving windows, so those who couldn’t rush to queue up at the first moment tended not to go to the cafeteria.
Furthermore, the cafeteria server was a Parkinson’s patient, and once he picked up a spoon, his hand would tremble as if…
“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”
“Oh, I just woke up myself too.”
Zhào Zhào spread his hands innocently, and I pursed my lips, unable to say much more.
“No, wait. I’m not like you… Is my interpersonal relationship really that bad? Why didn’t any other classmates wake me up?” I thought I shouldn’t have many enemies in class, unlike this Zhao Zhao who was marginalized and bullied.
“In fact, Chairman, you’ve been talking in your sleep, saying things like ‘Little Sister~’, ‘My cute little sister~’, ‘Orange, don’t run, hehehe’. I woke up because of your sleep talking. I think everyone didn’t call you out of kindness,不忍心戳破这个易碎的美梦, which is also a kind of gentleness from the classmates?”
What? Did I really say such embarrassing things in my dreams! It feels like the classmates’ gazes toward me have become softer… No, it seems more like sympathy… The underlying message might be something like “Wow, another one of our countrymen has gone crazy.”
The last time they looked at me with such a gaze was when they found out I had confessed to Tán Lǐn Huā and failed…
“Forget it, let’s go to the convenience store and buy two breads to fill our stomachs. Xiao Hai Tang invited us to Old Feng’s place for dinner tonight, saying it’s a welcome party for Orange.”
“Alright, I’ll go to the convenience store. You go upstairs and wait at our usual spot,” he said with a thumbs-up and walked away, leaving a cool silhouette behind.
But why do I feel like he’s flattering me… Previously, we decided who would buy the bread by playing rock-paper-scissors.
The usual spot mentioned by Zhào Zhào was the rooftop of the teaching building — it wasn’t the terrace. The key to the terrace was well-kept, and no one could enter except the protagonist.
The fifth floor of the teaching building was where special classrooms like laboratories and music rooms, along with the student council office, were located, so fewer people would come here for meals, making it relatively quiet.
If we didn’t eat in the cafeteria, Zhào Zhào and I would go to the convenience store to buy bread and then eat lunch on the stairs leading to the terrace.
The toilets on the fifth floor were rarely used, so they were cleaner and had less odor.
But for me, the greatest value was that I could take off my glasses here without worry.
It’s not that I’m vain; given my true appearance, if it were exposed in this sexually repressed boys’ school, it might attract a lot of strange guys. Then my life and the content of this book would become unbearable.
As someone who had just woken up, I needed a splash of cold water to refresh myself.