In the Classroom, I Just Want to Drop Out Section 17

There were indeed malicious gazes.

But they mostly came from the boys. As for the girls... he had only seen Horikita so far.

Moreover, among these gazes, while Horikita's was the "scorching" glare Bai Lan had expected, the others felt more "sour."

Ah, the scent of jealousy.

The girls' side was even stranger.

He felt like many girls were looking at him.

But when he looked back, the vast majority of them averted their eyes.

This was clearly not "hostility," but more like "fear."

But what was with the blushing?

This made him feel that they were more like... "shy" than "afraid"?

There were also several girls who didn't avoid Bai Lan's gaze.

Bai Lan sensed a friendly emotion in their eyes.

Some girls even seemed overly cheerful and excited.

Combined with the sour looks from the boys.

Putting it all together, Bai Lan suddenly had a ridiculous guess.

It reminded him of the "three great illusions of life."

But he had always trusted his intuition, so he felt this time might not be an illusion.

Could it be...

"They like me?!"

Although this liking might not necessarily be to the extent of "wanting a relationship," it at least indicated that most of the girls in Class D had a good impression of him, and a pretty good one at that!

What was going on?

I clearly attracted a huge wave of hatred yesterday!

Why has my favorability suddenly skyrocketed?

"Could I have miscalculated?

Are most of the girls in this class just extreme romance-brained individuals who are obsessed with 'overbearing CEO' romance novels? Do they just like this sort of thing?

Was my behavior yesterday perceived by them as a plot similar to 'Man, you have successfully captured my attention' in those novels?"

After all, this was Class D. Once you understood the criteria for its formation, any abnormal behavior from its members would seem "normal."

A strange, and somewhat absurd, misunderstanding thus arose.

Bai Lan suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Bai Lan was not accustomed to dealing with others' kindness.

Because once you accepted kindness, feelings were easily generated.

With feelings came the unbearable pain of separation.

Therefore, over the years, to avoid adding unnecessary sorrow with each transfer, he had always made himself into a hedgehog.

Whenever someone tried to get close, he would drive them away with his quills.

However, for those who harbored ill intentions, he could sting them sharply.

But for those who approached with genuine kindness, he could only try to scare them away.

He only wanted to scare them, not truly hurt them.

Scaring them away without hurting them was a difficult balance to strike, and troublesome.

Not to mention, Bai Lan was planning to drop out.

If any girls liked him, especially those extreme romance-brained types with unpredictable behavior patterns, they could very well become an obstacle to his dropping out!

What if, at a crucial moment of his withdrawal, a romance-brained girl suddenly appeared and insisted on "taking the bullet" for him, causing the girl to drop out in his stead? Wouldn't that mean not only would his plan to drop out fail, but he would also be burdened by guilt and have to compensate the girl?

He didn't want that!

The thought of it made him incredibly troubled.

Bai Lan, refusing to believe it, continued to meet the gaze of every girl who looked his way.

This one too, and this one too...

Good heavens!

Soon, Bai Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

He had finally found one who was relatively normal.

It wasn't Horikita.

It was a gyaru with a blonde ponytail, her jacket tied around her waist.

The blonde gyaru didn't avoid Bai Lan's gaze. She crossed her arms, tilted her head up, and wore a fierce expression, looking down on everyone. She stood still, seemingly attempting to confront Bai Lan with sheer willpower.

That's more like it!

This is the proper attitude to show someone who has humiliated you!

I never expected that a "normal" person from Class D would be a gyaru who would seem the most abnormal in any other normal class?

Is this a case of negative times negative equals positive?

Curiosity about this "rare specimen" compelled Bai Lan to examine her closely.

Bai Lan realized this gyaru was the leader of the gyaru group, the one who had argued with the "Threesome Group" back then.

Bai Lan remembered that this gyaru leader had been very assertive and aggressive when leading her group against the Threesome Group.

Upon closer inspection, Bai Lan noticed that this gyaru was actually quite attractive.

She possessed the beauty of a class beauty.

While her face was slightly less "pretty" than Horikita's, her charm was more of a cute, "tender" feel compared to Horikita's mature, seductive allure, making one want to bully her.

However, her gyaru appearance made people hesitant to provoke her.

This contrast between wanting to bully her and not daring to provoke her would highlight the preciousness of this beautiful thing.

However, what Bai Lan didn't know was that the gyaru leader, whom he saw as "confronting" him, was on the verge of tears at that moment.

"What should I do? What should I do? He's still staring at me!

I can't run away, I can't admit defeat, I can't show weakness.

If I show weakness, others will know I'm weak, and someone will definitely bully me. I don't want to go through that again.

Kou, you can do it, you can do it!"

Kei Karuizawa, the leader of Class D's gyaru group, the fake gyaru, encouraged herself internally.

"But even if I don't show weakness, will classmate Bai think I'm provoking him and ask me to fight? If that happens, won't I still be bullied? No!

No, no! That shouldn't happen, right? Classmate Hirata said that classmate Bai is a good person. Classmate Bai is a good person. He wouldn't do that."

While Kei was trying to convince herself, she didn't realize that her intense focus caused her eyes to narrow slightly, making her look even more "fierce."

When Bai Lan saw her gaze becoming increasingly "fierce," he found it strange.

"So fierce?

Could it be that this cute girl isn't just dressed up as a gyaru, but is also a delinquent?

Is she planning to ask me to fight after school?"

She's so cute, a punch should make her cry for a long time, right?

Ultimately, Bai Lan broke off the "confrontation" and turned his gaze forward, walking towards his seat.

Seeing this, Kei felt a wave of relief wash over her. Outwardly, she put on a victorious general's air and snorted, then immediately lowered her head and began flipping through her textbook with a loud rustling sound, deliberately creating noise to cover her nervousness.

In reality, the two had only made eye contact for about four or five seconds.

But even so, it was enough for others to notice and sense something was off.

What Bai Lan didn't know was that after his eye contact with Kei, the classroom erupted in discussion.

"What's going on? Classmate Bai is making eye contact with Kei? That's Kei, you know. She's cute, but she's fierce and has a sharp tongue."

"Don't forget Horikita."

"Oh, right. Horikita is also fierce. Maybe classmate Bai just likes that type? The rumors are true, is he really a masochist?"

21. Wanna date? Emotionless type preferred.

Bai Lan returned to his seat and sat down, his expression grave as he pondered how to best dissuade any girls who might express romantic interest in him without getting hurt.

Actually, the best solution would be to drop out of school before anyone could make a "charge."

But dropping out wasn't something that could be done immediately.

He needed to quickly lower his favorability rating.

However, considering the unpredictability of those with romance-brained tendencies, "attacks" could happen at any moment, so he also needed to come up with an emergency plan.

He needed to prepare for both possibilities.

"Why is your expression so foul? Did you step in excrement all the way here? You piece of scum."

Ding! Your deskmate Horikita, the brother complex, has sent you a battle invitation.

Hearing the sound, Bai Lan turned his head.

He saw the look in her eyes, as if she were looking at trash.