The Story Of How I, A Gloomy Guy, Ended Up Surrounded By the Top-Tier Beautiful Girls In Class After A Seat Change - Chapter 181-182

Chapter 181: No Doubt About It. It’s a Red Love Letter

“I’ll be waiting on the rooftop tomorrow morning ♡ Ryota-senpai”

…That letter only had that single sentence written on it.

And it was written in red ink, in a girly rounded handwriting.

The bright red heart in “I’ll be waiting ♡” shook the heart of me, still a virgin as always.

“R-Ryota-kun! This is—!”

“Yeah… No doubt about it. It’s a red love letter.”

“I don’t really get it, but I kinda do!! …No, that’s not the point! This totally feels like a real confession event or something!”

Tanaka, more hyped than me, shook my body hard from the side.

“This is seriously amazing, Ryota-kun! The fact that you got a love letter—if some famous manga artist known for prophetic dreams wrote that in a prediction comic, I still wouldn’t believe it!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean!? I-I can get love letters too! Are you making fun of me?”

“Of course I am!”

“So you are?!”

As usual, in Tanaka’s mind, I’m still a virgin gloomy nerd.

But sorry, Tanaka. I’m already a hero who’s touched real boobs and real thighs.

At first, I was a little shaken, but I’m not soft enough to panic over a love letter anymore.

(Still… being called out by a junior, huh?)

Actually, since the letter doesn’t even say “I like you,” it might be too early to decide whether it’s a love letter or not.

But there’s no way something with such a cute font and a heart mark would be about something plain or serious.

“Hmm. But… something feels off about it.”

“Huh? Off? What, Tanaka? You still trying to nitpick at this point?”

“I’m not that negative! But still, something feels weird.”

Tanaka said that while rubbing her chin and looking at the letter again.

“If this really is a love letter, doesn’t it seem way too relaxed?”

“Relaxed?”

“Yeah. If she truly liked you, and she was gonna go so far as to call you out and confess, she’d write her feelings properly, put her name on it, and then invite you. That’s basic manners.”

“W-Well, sure… The one-sentence thing is kind of weird.”

“Plus, there’s the heart mark and all, like she’s weirdly confident or something—also, writing it in red ink is kinda creepy!”

A love letter, criticized from every angle by Tanaka, who probably has never even been in love.

I kinda want to tell her, like you’ve ever written one, but I don’t wanna break Tanaka’s heart, so I hold back.

“But yeah, even I kinda thought… it’s a little weird for a love letter.”

“…Well, either way, we just have to go tomorrow and find out.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

“By the way, I’ve been summoned to the teacher’s office by our homeroom teacher tomorrow morning, so I won’t be able to spy from the rooftop, which is a real shame.”

“Don’t act all disappointed! You’re not even supposed to come!”

Wait, summoned by the homeroom teacher…?

Did she mess something up again?

And just like that, I nervously faced the next day.

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——The next day.

At just past 7 a.m., the only people at school were those doing morning club activities. Everywhere was calm and quiet.

Clutching the letter, I climbed the stairs toward the rooftop, step by step.

“…I’m here.”

Holding down my pounding heart, I grabbed the doorknob to the rooftop and turned it.

Then… huh? No way.

On the rooftop—her bright red hair swaying in the breeze, a girl stood looking up at the morning sun.

“Geez. I’ve been waiting for two whole minutes, you know? Ryota-senpai ♡”

“…H-Himesaki!?”

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Chapter 182: The One Who Called Me Out Was That Girl…?

The one who called me out was the most popular girl among the first-years… Nozomi Himesaki.

Her reddish half-up hair, her well-shaped nose bridge, and her cute drooping eyes.

Her chest, which was a good size for her slender figure… if my eyes were correct, it was bigger than Rui’s but more modest than Yuria’s.

It was since we bumped into each other at the Inter-High venue, but as expected, whether it was her style, her face, or her appearance, she was top-class in everything.

“Himesaki… why are you the one calling me out?”

“Oh my. Ryota-senpai, you actually remembered me? I’m honored.”

Himesaki said that in a cunningly cute way, smiling shyly.

I had first talked to Himesaki when we bumped into each other at the Inter-High venue, and then she suddenly called out to me on the way home.

Since the first time we met, Himesaki had been calling me by my first name, and on the way home from the Inter-High, she made some cryptic remarks… could this be related to that?

“Why did you remember me? Could it be that Ryota-senpai has feelings for me?”

“N-no… I mean, when I saw you before, I thought you were cute, so I remembered you, I guess.”

“Hmm… I see. So that’s how it is. You flatter girls by calling them cute, and skillfully lead many of them astray.”

“Wha-! What the heck! That sounds terrible!”

That made it sound like I was some trashy guy who seduced tons of girls!

Sure, I admit I’m close with the three beautiful girls, but it’s not like I’m doing anything shady with them… w-well, maybe an accidental boob dive or a real boob touch could be categorized as lucky perv moments.

“S-so anyway, can you tell me what you wanted? You had something to talk to me about, right?”

Since the one who called me out was Nozomi Himesaki, I didn’t think it was something like a love confession.

Then, why did she call me out?

Since yesterday, I had been completely floating on air, thinking a younger girl would confess to me, but now that things had turned out like this, I had to clear my mind and think things through.

“Oh my. Ryota-senpai, you’re on full alert.”

“Of course I am! When a junior I barely know suddenly talks to me so familiarly, how could I not be on guard!”

“I see. If that’s the case, before I get to the point, shall we introduce ourselves properly again?”

“Huh? Introduce ourselves?”

Introducing ourselves now, out of nowhere…

“I’m Nozomi Himesaki, a first-year. You might already know, but before becoming a high schooler, I lived overseas because of my parents’ jobs, so I’m fluent in English. I’m also top of my class among the first-years, and since my looks and personality are perfect too, there was even a time when a prince from another country studying abroad at my high school proposed to me—”

“W-wait, stop!”

“Yes? Is something wrong, Ryota-senpai?”

“Um… how much longer is your bragging going to continue?”

Her endless bragging was getting out of hand, so I ended up stopping her.

“My, Ryota-senpai! When a girl brags, you’re supposed to just smile and say, ‘Wow, that’s amazing,’ you know?”

“What the hell is that? Is that like foreplay before you stick it in?”

“Stick it? I’m not quite sure what you mean, but if you insist, I’ll wrap up my introduction. Next, it’s your turn, Ryota-senpai.”

“M-me?”

Even if you say introduce myself… there’s nothing to say besides my name.

“Uh, I’m… Ryota Izumiya. A second-year. I’m not really in any clubs… and, um…”

C-crap… I’m so much of an introvert I have nothing to say for an introduction!

It’s almost identical to the introduction I gave at the beginning of my first year.

I had felt superior for getting to touch bare thighs and real boobs, but that was only my own personal interpretation (status).

At this rate, even Mr. A● would be shocked at how “I have not grown at all…” huh?

“Are you done, Ryota-senpai?”

“…Y-yeah. Sorry, but unlike you, I don’t have anything to brag about…”

“Oh my. Lying again.”

“Huh? I-I’m not lying. Really.”

“In that case, let me introduce Ryota-senpai for you.”

“Me? What the heck are you—”

“You are Ryota Izumiya. A second-year student in Class B. At first glance, a plain male student, but at this year’s school festival, you played the lead role of Snow White and became a hot topic throughout the school. Furthermore, after school, you’ve been spotted hanging out with Yuria Ichinose-senpai, Airi Miyama-senpai, and even that Rui Kuroki. Especially with Rui Kuroki, there are persistent rumors that you’re dating… am I right?”

Me and Rui…?

That’s just a false rumor, but the fact that she knows about Yuria and Airi too—this girl knows way too much about me.

“Ryota-senpai, what do you think of my research skills?”

“I honestly think you know a lot. But I’m not dating Rui, or Airi, or Yuria. We just started talking because our seats were close together.”

“I see. So you’re going to keep playing dumb.”

“I-I’m not lying! I really am not dating them!”

“Then what’s this?”

“This?”

Himesaki casually pulled a photo from her skirt pocket and showed it to me.