Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 2. Human Observation Department

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[Character: Kobayashi Ayumi]

[Charm: 5]

[Pass]

No wonder it's called a reality ga; it certainly values good looks.

Dubian Che put away the panel and walked to the display window under the club building.

"April 25th, Friday, the Wind Instrunt Club will be performing at the auditorium. Welco all teachers and students to attend!!!"

"Photography Departnt urgently seeks models, free photography!!!"

"Literary Departnt's society magazine is calling for submissions!!! Submissions can be directly sent to the Literary Departnt or emailed. Email: ******"

Dubian Che skimd over these activity flyers in search of clubs that were still recruiting.

"Pour out your youth, strengthen your physique, the track and field club welcos you to join!"

"Soccer club is waiting for you!!! Let whisper a secret: there's a cute female manager!!!"

"The Wind Instrunt Club is in need of two players for the tuba, males preferred, no experience with instrunts required! Our club's goal is the Tokyo competition; if you're here to fool around, please don't waste our ti!"

From the information in the window, the Wind Instrunt Club was undoubtedly a high-spirited high school club full of determination.

The Tokyo tropolis at four in the morning, practicing alone under the setting sun, and tears of joy, regret, or remorse on the competition field... Dubian Che had already envisioned their future.

It sounded like this was what youth was supposed to be like.

Unfortunately, even though Dubian Che was a country boy, he was completely lacking in physical strength. Even if he could manage the weight of an instrunt, whether he could play a complete piece—or make any sound at all—was questionable.

He'd rather not hold them back.

"Human Observation Departnt recruiting.

Activity content: Observing humans;

Activity ti: Anyti;

mber requirents: Quiet, not keen on socializing, those with a habit of leaving early are preferred."

Though he had never read the student handbook issued by the school and was unclear about the stipulations for club formation in Chapter Three of the fifth section, Dubian Che was confident that the Human Observation Departnt did not align with any school spirit.

Could it be a hobby group?

A hobby group refers to a "civil organization" that may have activity rooms but fails to et the requirents to establish a club and relies entirely on enthusiasm for funding rather than student council support.

Anyway, it was better to go and see for oneself as nothing could be achieved by just imagining.

As he turned to leave, Dubian Che glanced at the notice again and rembered the floor address for the Human Observation Departnt.

At noon, there were few people in the club building, but passing the third floor, he heard noise from a classroom near the stairwell.

On the fifth floor of the club building, in the furthest corner, was the Human Observation Departnt's activity room.

Dubian Che knocked three tis on the door and was told to co in, which he did.

The classroom was spacious, but the space left for moving around was very narrow—surrounded by boxes, spare desks and chairs, cabinets, and even a faded globe.

A long table took up the remaining space, pressed against the wall at one end to maximize the room available.

A girl sat at the side of the table closest to the window, her head down as she wrote sothing, with a neatly arranged empty lunch box at her side.

"Human Observation Departnt?" asked Dubian Che.

"Yes." She continued writing without looking up.

"Hobby group or official club?"

"Club."

"Can I leave early?"

"Yes."

"Can I join now?"

She looked up, and at that mont, the two people who had been talking finally got a clear view of each other's faces.

The girl wore a white blouse with a beige knit sweater over it for the spring season, and her bow tie was not as loose as other girls', tied very neatly.

Her face was as beautiful as cherry blossoms blown in through the window by the wind, with black, shiny hair that flowed past her shoulders, which reminded Dubian Che of the 0.5 milliter pencil lead that had broken during math class.

Her waist was slender, and she was small-chested.

Almost subconsciously, Dubian Che used the [detector].

[Character: Kiyono Lin]

[Age: 15]

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[Intelligence: 8]

[Charm: 9]

[Physical Strength: 3]

[Information: Observing various types of humans, but not very interested in the activity itself, rely lacking sothing they like doing. Dislikes liars, dislikes talkative people.]

[No dating history, available for romance]

Dubian Che was a bit surprised in his heart.

Although his charm was only an eight, not counting what's on TV, he had yet to et a man more handso than him in real life—his small social circle might have sothing to do with it.

This girl nad Kiyono Lin actually had a beauty that nearly reached the limits of what humans could achieve.

"In this school, you're the first boy who has dared to stare at like this," Kiyono Lin said, her lips curling slightly without a hint of smile, only contempt and mockery.

Even so, her cherry-colored small lips still made one feel at ease.

"Sorry," Dubian looked past the [panel] and faced her directly.

With a mindset of saying sothing nice since he was asking a favor, he continued: "It's my first ti seeing soone as beautiful as Kiyono. I couldn't help but be captivated."

After hearing this, Kiyono Lin propped her chin on her hand and fell into thought.

Dubian held the excuse 'You're so pretty, I've heard about you from a friend' on the tip of his tongue, then thought whether to take a nap in the library or go directly to Mr. Xiaoquan after solving the club matter quickly and report that he had joined a club.

"Do you like guys?"

"You... what are you talking about?" Dubian asked, his voice changing with surprise as he looked at the girl before him.

Had he encountered a fujoshi?

Was this so-called Human Observation Departnt actually about analyzing all the boys in school, ntally pairing them off, and then observing them while gaining psychological self-satisfaction?

Kiyono Lin ignored Dubian Che's expression, her tone more insistent: "Answer ."

"I don't like guys," Dubian said.

The girl fell into thought again, this ti for much longer. Although he had nothing else to do next, Dubian didn't intend to waste his ti waiting.

He spoke up: "If I can leave early, I'd like to join the club now."

As for whether the Human Observation Departnt was truly a haven for fujoshis or about pairing off who with whom, it had nothing to do with him. He intended to leave early anyway; joining the club was just for formality's sake.

"You may," Kiyono Lin lifted her face, back to its usual expression, and nodded: "You, although you like to lie, are worth observing. I'll allow you to join for now. Here's the application form to join the club."

"I really don't like guys." That was the one thing Dubian wanted everyone to rember.

Kiyono Lin, however, had lost interest in Dubian and picked up her pen to resu writing: "You may leave early, but you must participate in club activities. Also, co to the club every Friday. Don't worry, it won't take up too much of your ti."

"Club activities?"

"At the mont it's about submitting work to the Literary Departnt. The deadline is this Friday after school."

"What does that have to do with observing humans? And I'm not good at writing articles."

Kiyono Lin didn't even lift her head as she replied coldly: "If you're not good at writing articles, just write a letter of resignation from the club."

I haven't even joined the club yet... Dubian looked at the blank application form in his hand.

Never mind, he thought. There was no requirent that the submission had to be accepted. He could just write sothing when he found so spare ti, which was much better than wasting two precious hours joining another club.

Dubian filled out the application form, and looking up, saw Kiyono Lin still writing seriously, so he left it on the desk and exited the activity room.

He headed straight to the library, opting not to sleep.

"Excuse , do you have past issues of the Literary Society's magazine here?" Dubian asked the librarian on duty in a low voice.

"Just a mont, I'll check for you."

"Thank you."

Before long, the librarian looked away from the computer: "Section D, second row from the left, at the very bottom."

Dubian thanked her again.

The club had a history of publishing an annual issue, it seed.

Dubian casually flipped through and found an article about a second-year student observing freshn. Then, after getting the overall structure, he went on to write about a freshman observing upperclassn.

He knew it wasn't enough to submit it just like that. He had only glanced at the notice calling for submissions from the Literary Departnt, which asked for a substantial word count.

He would need to add so lofty, intricate vocabulary and insert a couple of reflective haiku about envisioning the future and reminiscing about the past.

With his thoughts organized in his head, Dubian started to feel drowsy. Glancing at the ancient clock on the library wall, there was half an hour to go before the first afternoon class. He pushed the magazine to the side, laid his head on the desk, and took a nap.

As for whether his contribution would be accepted and published in the magazine, he held no hope, nor did he care.

The warm spring breeze of late April occasionally brushed against Dubian Che's cheek with the unsecured page corner of the magazine, and whenever that happened, he would shift into a more comfortable sleeping position.

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