Self-Introduction Preparation Complete

This unabashedly arrogant and ridiculously self-centered introduction was like a stone thrown into a calm pond.

The classroom fell silent for a few seconds, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Many people looked stunned, eyes wide as if they doubted what they had just heard;

Some frowned, showing clear displeasure;

Others couldn't help but lower their heads, shoulders shaking as they struggled to hold back laughter.

Yet Rokusuke Koenji himself didn't care about these reactions at all. Once he finished, he held his head high, chest puffed out like a peacock spreading its tail, and walked back to his seat with a stride full of confidence.

Watching these two, Linmu Fujimiya felt a sense of clarity.

It was the typical template for characters in Japanese school-life works—one cold and taciturn with a mysterious background (or perhaps just that kind of personality), and the other narcissistic and flamboyant, with unknown strength but overflowing confidence.

(Naruto, Sasuke)

It was certainly more memorable than those cookie-cutter introductions, the kind that stuck in one's mind.

However, that was all there was to it. Linmu withdrew his gaze.

As long as these two "unique characters" didn't actively disturb his life, he didn't care how cold or narcissistic they wanted to be.

He was just an ordinary (fake) student who wanted to coast through his days in peace.

As more people took the stage to introduce themselves, it soon reached the back rows.

"Next student..." Yosuke Hirata's gaze turned gently toward Linmu's area.

The surrounding gazes, especially those of the girls, instantly converged on him.

It couldn't be helped; Linmu's looks and temperament were simply there—white short hair paired with a cold, refined face and a tall, straight frame.

Add to that the lazy, aloof vibe he had maintained since entering the classroom, complete with the lollipop he was chewing on, and the contrast was striking.

Many students (especially the girls) had already been secretly paying attention to him for a long time.

At this moment, their expectations were practically maxed out.

Linmu sighed almost imperceptibly, knowing he couldn't avoid it.

He stood up unhurriedly, his movements carrying a hint of careless lethargy.

He still had that lemon-flavored lollipop, now only a small nub, in his mouth, the plastic stick swaying gently against his lips with his movements.

(Chewing on the plastic stick of the lollipop)

He walked slowly to the side of the podium, not standing stiffly like some others, nor making any gesture to attract attention.

He just stood there casually and swept a faint glance across the class.

His eyes were calm and waveless, like wind skimming over a lake, never lingering.

"Linmu Fujimiya."

His voice was clear and cool, like a spring in a mountain stream, but his tone carried a distinct, undisguised laziness and perfunctoriness.

"I don't have anything I particularly like, and my personality is average."

He paused, seemingly feeling he should add something, but too lazy to make it up, so he simply told the truth: "For the next three years, I just want to coast through my days peacefully and graduate smoothly."

After saying this, he didn't even add a symbolic "please take care of me," but turned around immediately and walked back to his seat in the back with the same unhurried pace he had arrived with.

The whole process took less than fifteen seconds, making it one of the shortest self-introductions, lacking even a superfluous expression.

A brief silence descended upon the classroom, followed immediately by hushed, rustling discussions.

Most of the girls looked clearly disappointed and regretful, the light in their eyes dimming significantly. Many were muttering to themselves:

"Ah... that's it? I thought I'd be able to learn a bit more about him..."

"Nothing he likes? Personality is average? That sounds so perfunctory..."

"Coasting through his days... he's so handsome, is he really that unmotivated?"

"I was planning to find a chance to talk to him, but now I don't even know how to start..."

"Sigh, what a pity, he looks so good..."

A few bolder, more extroverted girls couldn't help but whisper to their friends.

They murmured things like, "I really want to get to know Linmu-kun better," "Even just chatting would be nice," or "He feels so hard to approach."

Meanwhile, a few boys showed undisguised disdain, their eyes fixed on Linmu's back with a mix of resentment and contempt, secretly badmouthing him:

"Tch, so what if he's handsome? Being that perfunctory during an introduction, who does he think he is?"

"I bet he has no real talent other than his face. He's just acting cold to put on airs."

"To say he wants to 'coast through his days' in front of the whole class—he's really something. He's clearly the type who wants to use his looks to grab attention but has no ambition at all."

These open and hidden discussions, the gazes filled with varying meanings, and the subtle emotional fluctuations permeating the air—

With Linmu's keen perception, even without activating his telepathy, he could read a thing or two from everyone's expressions, tones, and body language.

But he didn't care at all.

Whether it was the girls' disappointment or the boys' disdain, it didn't stir even a ripple in his heart.

He had never intended to curry favor with anyone, nor did he have any desire to establish deep connections with others.

In fact, he felt that his earlier self-introduction, which was so blunt it bordered on "self-abandonment," had worked surprisingly well.

It should successfully deter most people who might try to approach or strike up a conversation out of "curiosity" or "attraction."

It saved him from a lot of potential future trouble. This was exactly the result he wanted.

Walking back to his seat in the back row, Lin Mu sank into the chair like a puddle of sludge, fished another grape-flavored lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

The rich, sweet-and-sour fruit flavor exploded in his mouth, spreading from his taste buds to his nerve endings, completely dispelling the last trace of irritation caused by the noise and the forced "performance."

Much better...

The girls on his left and right had remained in a state of near-paralysis since the self-introduction session began.

The pink-haired girl on the right—whose voice had been as faint as a mosquito's during her introduction, almost burying her head in her chest, and whose name seemed to be "Airi Sakura."

She was still maintaining an ostrich-like posture, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt on her lap, her fair nape slightly flushed. She hadn't dared to look up at him once, her presence so thin she seemed about to melt into the air.

For this type of extremely shy and timid person, Lin Mu actually found it... amusing?

Or perhaps, it might be the easiest to get along with? Because someone like her clearly wouldn't initiate any social pressure.

The cold, black-haired girl on the left—when she went up, she had just coldly stated her name, "Suzune Horikita," said "I have nothing special to say," and walked off.

She was still wearing that "stay away" expression, radiating a low-pressure aura that screamed "don't bother me." Her posture was as upright as if measured by a ruler, her gaze fixed straight ahead, as if the Lin Mu sitting next to her were nothing more than insignificant air.

Very good. Lin Mu held the candy in his mouth, savoring the peace brought by the sweetness.