“What the heck is this?”
Ye Ran’s face turned black.
If this kept going, the whole class would know about his preferences.
“Hmm, Ye Ran-kun likes stockings?”
The unexpected intel caused Hitokawa Kaori's pretty face to blush, but she firmly committed this information to memory.
“Then at the weekend’s Comiket, I’ll wear black stockings to go after him!”
Meanwhile, Kato Megumi, who had been lurking in the shadows, also tilted her small head thoughtfully.
This farce.
Ultimately got put to an end by the awakening of Mizaki Naru.
The cold, emotionless girl’s face was flushed red, and she fiercely warned Mizaki Misaki, who pouted and reluctantly retreated into the shadows.
“Hey, don’t take what Misaki said to heart.”
Mizaki Naru threw a piece of paper at him.
“She’s not entirely wrong. I do like stockings.”
“Ugh, you pervert!”
Mizaki Naru’s ears turned red. She crumpled the note into a ball, but her eyes unconsciously drifted to her own long, white, delicate legs under the table.
“This guy…really likes stockings that much? That day at the Black Building, he was secretly glancing at my legs… ”
At this moment, a mist unconsciously clouded the girl's crimson eyes. She subconsciously drew her slender legs together, the smooth fabric of her stockings clinging to them. Her body felt weak.
…
Lunchtime.
Watching Yukino Yukinoshita’s graceful figure disappear in a rush, her feet in gray high heels.
Ye Ran accompanied Kato Megumi and Hitokawa Kaori to the familiar rooftop.
“Mr. Pan!”
Yukino Yukinoshita, who had been eagerly waiting, saw the little kitten slipping out of Ye Ran’s bag, and her face lit up with joy. She immediately scooped it into her arms.
“Come on, Mr. Pan, do a backflip for everyone.”
Ye Ran channeled his cursed energy. Taking advantage of the fact that the girls couldn’t see cursed energy, he held Mr. Pan by his tiny legs and made him do a few backflips.
Now his cat could really do backflips.
“How did you do that?”
Yukino Yukinoshita was stunned by what she saw.
She had thought Ye Ran was just bragging.
She never imagined that he could actually make a cat do backflips.
As Mr. Pan tiredly stuck out his little tongue, panting heavily, his tiny legs flailing, still stubbornly “trying”…the atmosphere between them unconsciously became more harmonious.
The coldness in Yukino Yukinoshita's usually emotionless face gave way to a smile, more than she had shown in the past month.
The enjoyable lunchtime came to an end.
Walking down from the rooftop, Ye Ran was about to head back to the classroom when he overheard a conversation coming from the corridor.
“Please, Fujiwara-san, ask Four-Palace-san to let me play the animation at the school festival!” The boy's voice sounded somewhat familiar.
“Anzai-kun, I have to say, that's impossible.” The sweet, soft voice of the girl sounded apologetic.
“How could it be… ”
Facing the pink-haired girl who looked apologetic, Anzai Ryou seemed unwilling to give up. He quickly approached the girl, his eyes behind his glasses flashing with missionary zeal.
“Fujiwara-san, don’t you understand the beauty of anime? You must have watched anime when you were a kid, right? Why can't you agree to this small request of mine.”
The way he spoke was true to his personality. Anzai Ryou, regardless of the trouble he caused others, just went about his own way.
“Anzai-kun, you're too close… ”
Fujiwara Chika was startled by the suddenly approaching otaku boy.
Although she had heard of his various incredible deeds, now that she was in close contact with him, she realized just how difficult it was to deal with someone who didn’t care about anything but achieving his goals, no matter the consequences.
“Fujiwara-san, please give me another chance. I have to see Four-Palace-san. I beg you.”
In his haste, Anzai Ryou even tried to grab the girl’s white, tender hand, to express his earnest desire.
“Anzai-kun, I think Fujiwara-san has made it clear. If you keep pestering her, it's going to be disrespectful.”
At that moment, a strong, powerful hand suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, pulling him back.
The strength that emanated from this hand.
Caused Anzai Ryou to involuntarily groan in pain. He fell to the ground clumsily, nearly shedding tears.
“Whew…It’s you, Ye Ran-kun. Thank you.”
Fujiwara Chika patted her chest, still shaken.
Her swaying, impressive bust could make someone like a small-chested girl like Hina jealous.
“Whoa, who’s arguing with Fujiwara-san?”
The commotion here had attracted a lot of attention.
“Let’s see…It looks like Anzai Ryou again. He seems to be begging Fujiwara-san to let him play his animation at the school festival.”
“Ah, here he comes again? He’s really persistent.”
“Ye Ran, you traitor to anime!”
Anzai Ryou covered his wrist, which was now turning a sickly green, and glared at Ye Ran, his words firm and resolute. “You're just a mainstream jerk like that. You wouldn’t understand our otaku ways.”
“This has nothing to do with mainstream or not. You’re just seeking attention in an extreme way.”
Ye Ran sneered, mercilessly exposing the mask of the bespectacled otaku.
“You want to preach, that's understandable. But the school festival is an annual event. Even if you play the animation at the festival, what will it change? Anime lovers will find it themselves, regardless of any publicity. People who don’t like it won’t like it anyway.”
“They will only be more disgusted by this kind of publicity.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Anzai Ryou’s face instantly turned pale.
He wanted to defend himself.
But he found he had no way to refute what the other said.
Forcing everyone to appreciate his hobby in public was inherently a very selfish act.
“Wow, Ye Ran-kun’s words are so cool! As expected of a scholar!”
“Ye Ran is right. Anzai Ryou is just a selfish person. If you want people to like anime, you have to respect others first. Then they will want to watch it.”
“I understand why he’s popular with so many girls now.”
Anzai Ryou eventually left with a sullen face.
However, the anger in his eyes as he left made Ye Ran frown.