A Virgin Civil Servant Is Reincarnated as a Trashy Character in a Otome Game, but Because He Doesn’t Make a Move Despite Being in an Otome Game, the Girls Treat Him Like a High-Class Catch and Aggressively Pursue Him
“Alright, let’s have a math class. Get ready quickly.”
There were no class events in otome games. After morning homeroom, it was immediately lunch break, wasn’t it? Please stick to that setting. I don’t remember high school math. Or rather, can I use my knowledge of Japanese math?
“Alright, let’s start with vectors.”
Wait a minute, isn’t this too easy? Thanks, past me. I only took the university entrance exam, but it seems I had some knowledge after all.
Anyway, isn’t it fun to be able to study as much as you want? Studying is great—the more you do, the more it becomes your own strength. The materials I was making were all strictly reviewed even though no one ever looked at them, so I felt like it was a waste of time.
As I nostalgically looked at the textbook, Aile was doodling in her notebook. When I was in high school, I used to draw manga all the time. Whenever I found a little blank space, I’d start drawing. I was curious about what kind of drawing Aile was doing, so I peeked over.
I think it was a sketch of Cass’s arm from a few seats back. The veins were drawn in detail. She looked very happy.
I had been using the math textbook as a shield against the teacher, but it seemed to have been pierced, and I was called out by name. Well, teachers in any world have the ability to see through things.
“Alright, here. Aile, can you answer this?”
She seemed unsure of what was being asked, and her eyes darted back and forth between the textbook she had been using as a shield and the teacher. Her face was turning the same color as her hair. The blood rushing to her face from anxiety. Her face was as red as mine when I said something weird in a meeting while half-asleep.
Well, there’s no helping it. I’ll give her a hand. She did give me the information that I’m unpopular, after all.
“…Zero.”
She looked a little surprised and shouted my answer out loud.
“Zero!”
“That’s right. Next question!”
She confirmed that the teacher’s gaze had shifted away and passed me a piece of paper. It was a sticky note with a bear illustration, and it simply said, “Thank you.”
I wanted her to express more gratitude, but she was focused on erasing the illustration with an eraser, so I decided to let it go.
Cas was smart, wasn’t he? I remember there was a scene where he always ranked at the top of the test. There was an event called a study session. But they were just fooling around instead of studying.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the first class.
I could go explore the school during the break, but I already know most of the layout from the events, so there’s no need to go.
As I was thinking about that, Aile called out to me.
“What was that just now?”
“Nothing, she just looked like she needed help.”
“No, that’s not like you. You used to be so self-centered.”
Is Elliott lonely and unpopular? He’s a really dangerous guy. I can’t bring myself to get close to him. Maybe I should just do whatever I want? That might be better. It’s only been a month since school started. I might still be able to make up for it.
“You’re so inconsistent. Be grateful.”
“Well, thanks.”
With that, she opened her book again.