"So you finally have the ti to pick up my call, huh?"
Nancy’s voice was smooth, clear, and very... nice.
If she were a singer, I could listen to her songs all day long.
But pulling my attention back to her question, I nearly panicked. I didn’t know she was soone I was supposed to ignore.
Now that the call was already connected, there was nothing I could do.
"I’m sorry, I was outside—"
"For three days straight?" her voice cut through mine, scoffing. "Cut the bullshit, Aaron. You’re coming to college, ain’t you?"
"Yes, are you there?" I gulped, swiftly scrolling through my phone and checking if Nancy’s roll number was included in the required ones.
And unluckily, it was. She was roll number 65.
"Yes, I’m here," she said. "Waiting for you. Hurry up."
"Alright," I replied before hanging up, sighing.
What a drag. Now I needed to find out who the fuck this Nancy was.
"Everything alright?" Ruby asked while driving, her eyes briefly flicking toward .
"Yes, thank you for asking."
Her subtly heaving chest was really sexy, but my attention was still snatched by Nancy’s words.
That’s why I hate people my predecessor already knew.
It’s fucking irritating to find things out about them. Why didn’t I just get the mories like normal isekai protagonists?
But it was useless to complain. You gotta play with the hand you’re dealt.
And folding wasn’t even an option here. That ant giving up. Or death—depends on how you look at it.
According to , the best way to understand the relationship between two people is to check their chats and conversations, and that’s exactly what I did.
Nancy and I had quite a long chat history, but the last ssage read:
// Why the hell are you not replying?! // — from Nancy.
It was sent three days ago.
Yep. I had been ghosting her for three days.
Why? No idea.
I scrolled up, reading through so... quite interesting conversations. Pictures too. And fights.
The best part was when I found nudes. Mine, and Nancy’s.
She looked like a literal model. Platinum hair, glossy lips, neatly trimd pubic hair, and a sexy pose—sitting on a desk in front of a mirror, one leg crossed over the other.
It took quite a while to go through everything.
Ruby was visibly irritated that I was ignoring her, but priorities, man.
I know I was treating her like a driver right now, but she had treated like a man-whore earlier. Call it revenge, I guess.
Though after checking the chats, calling a man-whore was pretty accurate.
I was cheating on Claire with Nancy.
And Nancy knew Claire was my girlfriend.
Nancy was basically my friend-with-benefits.
From the way my predecessor talked to Nancy, I didn’t think he had any emotional interest in her. Staying close to her in college was good for his reputation.
Because she was clearly a big shot.
And from the way she talked to , she thought she was extrely important in my life. Even though I was dating Claire, Nancy seed to believe she mattered more.
God, I was getting flashbacks at this point.
My guess was correct.
In this world, won were like the n on Earth.
I could understand Nancy perfectly.
A simple case of overestimation. It happens with a lot of guys. Disappointing, but true.
By the ti I finished my research, Ruby had pulled up in front of the college gates.
She was silent, seething inwardly due to my negligent attitude.
So mad that she didn’t even try to drive inside—she just stopped at the main gate.
"Are you leaving?" I asked casually, smiling as if I hadn’t noticed her irritation.
I had to keep up my act, didn’t I?
Ruby stared at with an empty, conflicted gaze.
She clearly didn’t know whether to keep up her ego and leave, or put in more effort and follow inside.
A phone call soon rang, helping her make that decision.
"Huh? Right now? What happened?" Ruby spoke into the phone.
I waited for half a minute until she hung up.
"Sorry, I need to go right now," Ruby sighed. "Do you want to pick you up later?"
"No, it’s alright. Thanks for dropping here, Ruby," I smiled.
"Okay. You have my number in case you need . Also... what about the sword lesson you wanted?"
"Claire was helping with it a bit, to be honest, but maybe we can schedule another labyrinth run..." I paused, rembering the state of things, before adding, "After it’s more stable, I guess."
Ruby’s smile faded. She nodded, disappointed. "Sure. I’ll let you know when we do it next ti."
"Alright. Drive safe. Cya."
I opened the car door, closing it after hearing her quiet, "Cya."
I now stood in front of my university’s entrance.
A smaller pedestrian door was open while the large double doors remained shut.
Beside it was a guard room that looked surprisingly cozy.
As I walked closer, I spotted the guard—a middle-aged woman around 5’10".
She was sitting on a chair, legs crossed, smoking a thin blunt.
Damn.
I know it’s legal, but so openly?
"Oh my, you finally rembered you had a college?" the guard recognized , scoffing with a boisterous laugh.
"Haha, yeah. Duty calls," I chuckled back.
"Duty, huh? Sure," she laughed again. "Be careful, boy. Mrs. Clint is in a bad mood."
I recognized Mrs. Clint as my class teacher. I rembered seeing her na in the official group.
"It’s that bad?" I gulped. "Co on, help out here."
I already didn’t know jackshit about arts, and now I had to deal with an angry teacher?
And judging by her na, she had to be old. Who the hell is nad Clint these days?
"Nope. I’m good," she said, taking a long drag from her blunt. "But you can take a puff if you want. Helps with stress." She winked.
"No thanks..."
Sighing, I walked through the smaller door, cold air whipping against my layered clothes.
The view inside was magnificent.
Countless buildings stretched into the distance, all connected by paved roads. Each one had different boards and titles printed above them.
Let’s search for mine, I guess.
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