"What's going on?"
Could it be that I sleepwalked last night? That seems to be the only explanation.
But where did my underwear end up? Could it really have been stolen?
What kind of weirdo would do such a thing? If you're going to steal, at least steal sothing valuable. What use could my underwear possibly have?
Thinking back to the voice in his dream last night, Sam suddenly realized sothing. Perhaps all of this was due to the magical abilities of another female lead.
But who could this female lead be?
After showering, he left for school by bus.
This morning, he didn't see Zoe at the bus stop like usual. Maybe her hangover from last night affected her sleep, and she hadn't woken up yet.
Sam thought about it and realized that he bumped into Zoe quite often when going to school.
How should he feel about it now?
Unaccustod, maybe? But there was also an inexplicable sense of relief.
Arriving at school.
The campus was bustling from the mont he entered, filled with the essence of youth and laughter.
Upon opening his locker, Sam found several love letters adorned with hearts.
Clearly, they were confessions of love.
Sam wasn't unknown at this school; his handso looks and attractive physique had won the hearts of many girls, leading to frequent confessions like these letters in his locker.
What troubled Sam was that even so boys did the sa.
At first, Sam did read these letters, wondering if any female leads would make their move. But he soon realized that these leads wouldn't stoop to such basic thods of confession, and he didn't have the ti to respond to every admirer.
However, as a very charming guy, it seed he would have no shortage of such troubles in his daily life.
"Darn it, so many love letters again! Why can't these girls see what a great catch I am?" Suddenly, a head popped up beside Sam.
Sam wasn't surprised; he had sensed Louis approaching.
He shook his head and sighed, "Maybe this is the malaise of our tis, focusing only on beautiful appearances, ignoring interesting souls. And my friend, Louis, you are an interesting soul."
Louis looked at Sam with disdain: "You're not suggesting you're the one with the beautiful appearance, are you?"
Sam sighed, "I'm useless."
Louis burst into laughter, "You realize that?"
Sam nodded, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, his gaze filled with sorrow: "After all, I have nothing but my good looks."
"You're shaless, Sam," Louis retorted.
Sam patted Louis on the shoulder with the love letters.
"Don't worry, I believe one day people will notice your interesting soul. Just don't be surprised if one day you have more letters in your locker than I have in my hand."
Can this guy stop showing off? Damn it!
Sam smiled, sotis such boasting was indeed in bad taste, but it was fun to annoy a good friend.
Just then, an odd noise caught their attention. Sam and Louis turned around simultaneously.
They both saw on the other side, a newly opened locker, from which a pile of letters spilled out onto the floor.
Sam couldn't laugh anymore. Just a mont of vanity, and now such an exaggeration?
Was this quantity of love letters serious? Or could it be a pile of credit card bills?
Of course not, Sam quickly dismissed the thought. He clearly saw who was standing in front of the locker.
The figure was around 1.65 ters tall, not particularly tall.
Dressed in the school uniform, with straight legs, a slender figure, and long hair cascading over the shoulders.
She had an aura like the fresh dew of morning, pure and untouched. Her face was sweet and adorable, almost like a doll handcrafted by God.
But her expression was cold. She looked emotionlessly at the letters scattered on the floor, nearly burying her feet.
This sowhat unfamiliar girl didn't even lower her head to glance at the letters, took out her shoes, and put them on.
Then, ignoring the 'trash' on the floor, she disappeared from everyone's sight.
Her deanor was uniquely indifferent, seemingly equating everything around her, even the people, with the garbage on the floor.
Different from Angel's lofty arrogance, hers was a cold detachnt, a complete disregard.
Just as Sam was puzzled,
"Ah... isn't that Sophie?"
"Sophie?"
Sam felt he had heard the na before, but he was sure he had never seen this girl.
Louis looked at Sam as if he were an idiot.
"Really? You haven't heard of Sophie? She's a beauty rivaling Angel's fa!"
Wait...
Sothing clicked in Sam's mind.
He did rember the na, and clearly where he had seen it.
Yes, in the ga!
Sophie was a character in the ga!
However, there were so special circumstances, and a reason why Sam didn't rember her imdiately. Sophie appeared later in the ga, only showing up a few tis.
She entered the scene in another tiline, supposedly in the second half of senior year.
But there were only a few scenes, and not much storyline about her in the ga.
As a result, her background, character design, and even whether she was one of the female leads, were unclear.
She appeared as a mysterious beauty who had taken a half-year break from school.
But this wasn't right. She was supposed to appear in the latter half of the year, so why was she here now?
And having been in this world for so long, what did it an that he only saw her now?
anwhile, Louis muttered, "Wasn't she supposed to be on a break? Did she co back because she's recovered from an illness?"
Sam imdiately looked at Louis. "Illness? Did she take a break due to an illness?"
Louis nodded, his tone tinged with a hint of lancholy: "This world always envies the gifted. When school started, Sophie's reputation was comparable to that of Angel. Moreover, her academic performance was outstanding, almost perfect scores in every subject.
But unexpectedly, she didn't appear in school often, seeming to have so illness that required frequent breaks for treatnt. But do you know what the most terrifying thing is?"
"What?" Sam asked.
Louis spoke with a hint of mystery, "No matter how long she takes a break, no matter her condition, whenever she cos back, whenever there's an exam, she always ranks first."
Sam scratched his head.
If Sophie was also one of the female leads, she must possess so mysterious superpower.
Could her superpower be a super-brain?
But Sam had already decided, he didn't want to get involved with this girl for now.
...
"Sister, is it really okay not to clean up that trash? Although it's indeed annoying."
"It's fine, it's not the trash I brought. Soone will take care of it. But aren't you coming out a bit too frequently? We just got to school, try to act normal."
"Really a boring school, not a single good-looking guy."
"Heh heh."
Sophie continued walking forward, the sunlight casting a beautiful glow on her.
Despite the distinctly different voices and tones, the shadows cast on the wall showed only one person.
Just Sophie.
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