When I, Who Had a Popular Nature, Was Reincarnated as a Mob in an Eroge Game, as I Expected, I Got All the Heroines to Be My Heroines
After that, I went to my room to read some novels and eventually went to bed just before the date changed. Considering my days as a company slave, it was still early enough, and since my body had been rejuvenated (not strictly speaking, but just for the sake of convenience), waking up the next morning was a refreshing experience. I stretched out my body, soaking up the rays of the mother sun, the source of life energy.
The clock read 7:00 a.m., and I had plenty of time to get to school. There is still plenty of time to get to school. I got ready with light steps and left the house about 15 minutes earlier than yesterday.
“—-Oh, Senpai”
Just as I stepped out the front door, put on my shoes and started to walk, my toes tapping lightly against the asphalt, I heard a cute voice like a hamster’s before marriage bumping into my back.
Reflexively turning around, I saw a petite girl standing there with a bright pink ponytail (and big boobs) hanging down. Ishinagi Fuka. She is the heroine of this game.
“Yes, Ishinagi san”
“Yes, good morning. Senpai.”
“Yeah, good morning. Why are you here?”
“Why, because it’s my way to school, of course. ……”
That’s right.
I slightly regretted that I had asked such a strange question out of surprise, and replied pointlessly, “That’s right.”
After that, there was no conversation that seemed like a conversation, and we arrived at school while maintaining a delicate distance of about 1.5 feets from each other.
When we parted at the shoe box, I thought I heard a voice call out to me from behind, but since I did not hear it clearly, I concluded that it was probably just my imagination and went up the stairs to the classroom without looking back.
When I entered the classroom, I found that about half of the students had not yet arrived at school, probably because I had left earlier than yesterday.
A few people looked at me in response to the sound of the door opening, and as soon as they realized that I was unrelated to them, they each went back to looking at their phones or talking with their friends.
I knew this, but I felt somewhat alienated. I don’t know how I could endure this.
I’m a working person inside, so I don’t think anything of it, but when I was a student, when communication with those around me was vital and I was mentally immature, it would have been very hard for me.
I take my seat without feeling a single glance from anyone, and open the book I’m about to read. I was surprised to find that the book I loved to read in my previous life also existed in this world, but it was this very work, “Saara-san Behind You, Who Rarely Speaks,” a classic novel that has also been made into an anime.
Yes, a masterpiece is still a masterpiece no matter how many times you read it. I have already read it five times in my previous life, and this is the sixth week, but I still enjoy it fresh. I must say that it is a wonderful work.
As I was flipping through the pages, keeping a lid on my inner competitive spirit that was welling up, I heard the first “Good morning!” echoed through the classroom.
It was also a signal that Senkawa and Misakura had arrived at school. The reason I was not greeted by anyone was because I had no friends in the class, but in other words, the number of greetings I received when I entered the classroom was near equal to the class caste of that person.
If we apply this measure, we can say that Senkawa and Misakura-san are truly at the top of the class caste.
It seems that even a simple greeting can be considered as a noise if it is made by almost everyone in the class, and it is enough to pull my consciousness out of the text of the novel
I discreetly cast a glance at the two centerpieces of the class’s attention – and felt a little uncomfortable.
Senkawa takes his seat diagonally behind me, with his usual languid expression on his face. It’s also normal for him to look so disgustingly good. To make a long story short, he was handsome today as well.
However, that was not what I was interested in, but the beautiful girl walking next to him, Misakura-san, who has a part of her body that attracts men’s attention.
As usual, she seemed to be greeting everyone with her big, bright eyes and a cute, calm smile. She was definitely visible, but….
Somehow, she seemed a little listless.
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However, I had decided to stay “mob,” so I didn’t dare to jump into the middle of the action myself, and spent the next seven or so hours until after school in a low-profile manner.
I would have liked to leave the school promptly after homeroom, but that was not possible because of the Committee’s activities today.
We headed for the small warehouse at the back of the school building where we were to meet. There are one or two members of the cleanup committee in each class, and since there are a total of 12 classes, there are about 20 members in total. Basically, six members are assigned to take care of the flower beds, and the others to pick up trash.
Because the flowerbed group is divided into groups of two to tend to the six flowerbeds in total, slacking off and just having a random chat is not tolerated.
I was naturally unpopular for this reason, but I seemed to have preferred this role, and I followed suit for a while, picking up a shovel and a pair of military gloves and standing by.
Suddenly, I felt the presence of someone diagonally behind me, and when I turned around, I saw a girl standing there, wearing the same equipment as me.
Her pink ponytail shining in the sun. Her petite frame was unbalanced in relation to the luscious fruit she bore. Pastel lips so vivid that they hide even the petals of cherry blossoms.
“Um, senpai. Hello.”
The girl, Ishinagi Fuwa, bowed her head and stood calmly just 20 centimeters away from me.
Maiasa