Time rewound to five minutes earlier.
Fang Li was enduring stares from all directions.
"Hey, could that person be...?"
"Yeah, it's him, right?"
"That insanely lucky guy who sits with the Songstress..."
"I know him too. Photos of him are circulating online."
"I'm so jealous..."
All around him, passersby were making such remarks about Fang Li, leaving him unsure of how to react.
Ever since Sylvia had transferred to a certain high school, this sort of thing had become a regular occurrence around Fang Li. It had even attracted all sorts of people—company presidents hoping he could make an introduction, fans hoping he could get Sylvia's autograph or photo, or even introduce them to her. There was no end to it.
At first, Fang Li could only feel helpless.
After a while, he began to find it irritating.
By now, he had gotten used to it instead.
Was that a kind of tragedy too?
Only Sylvia was still smiling.
"This is nice. Everyone's so honest."
Naturally, Sylvia, who said such carefree things, also became the focus of everyone's attention.
"Who's that girl?"
"Never seen her before."
"She's probably in the Songstress's class too, right?"
"I wonder whether she knows the Songstress..."
Those murmurs rose up around them, yet no one suspected that the girl was Sylvia herself.
After all, her hair color was different to begin with.
Moreover, because she wore a fairly wide-brimmed hat, no one could see Sylvia's features clearly unless they got especially close.
And somehow, Sylvia had managed it so that once she dressed up like this, even her very presence seemed to diminish. The atmosphere around her changed as well, completely unlike the glamorous, beautiful impression she gave as the Songstress on stage.
As a result, unless someone had exceptional memory like Index or knew