"Yeyue, you were leading me on, weren't you? If you really wanted me to return to the cruise ship and rest, you wouldn't have needed to tell me how to replace the leader. As expected, you also want to promote to A Class!"
Horikita Suzune stretched out both hands, her cold and haughty face blocking his way. It seemed that being sick had not robbed her of her basic judgment. Yeyue helplessly spread his hands. "You saw through me? Still, I just wanted to get a little closer to you, Suzune—to hug you and take advantage of you, that's all."
"You're lying. If you only wanted to hug me, with your personality, you would have done it directly. You did it many times in the dormitory too. There was no need to beat around the bush like this."
Horikita Suzune calmly analyzed the situation and said something outrageous. Compared to being taken advantage of, she cared more that Yeyue was lying.
"Suzune, you're overthinking it."
"As expected." Horikita Suzune stepped half a pace closer, continuing to press him as she said coldly, "Yeyue, you want to promote to A Class too, don't you? Ever since the start of school, you've been leading me on."
"What kind of joke is that, Suzune? I only discovered today that you seem to have a persecution complex."
Yeyue looked at her in surprise. He had not expected her to make such a judgment.
That was impossible. Unless she had known this school's rules in advance and understood the personalities of the people around her, it was far too absurd. Horikita Suzune could not possibly guess that he was a transmigrator. She was merely testing him.
He had originally only intended to show Horikita Suzune both his strength and concern, while dealing a blow to