Self-Introduction Preparation Complete

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

The classroom fell silent for several seconds, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

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, clearly struggling to hold back laughter.

Yet Koenji Rokusuke himself didn't care about these reactions at all. After finishing, he held his head high and puffed out his chest, walking back to his seat with the confident, strutting gait of a peacock displaying its feathers.

Linmu watched these two, and he understood.

It was a classic 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)

They were certainly more recognizable than those cookie-cutter introductions, making them hard to forget.

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

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

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

As more people went up to introduce themselves, it soon reached the back row.

"Next student..." Hirata Yosuke's gaze turned gently toward the area where Linmu was sitting.

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, upright frame.

Added to that was the lazy, aloof, and lollipop-chewing contrast he had maintained since entering the classroom.

It had already caused many students (especially the girls) to secretly take note of 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 straight like some others, nor making any attempt to attract attention.

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

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

"Linmu Fujimiya."

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

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

He paused, as if thinking he should add something, but was 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 and walked back to his seat in the back row with the same unhurried pace he had arrived with.

The entire 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 showed clear regret and disappointment, the light in their eyes dimming significantly. Many were muttering to themselves:

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

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

"Coasting through his days... he's so handsome, yet he has so little ambition?

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's so good-looking..."

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 grumbling to themselves:

"Tch, so what if he's handsome? Being so perfunctory with his introduction, what is he acting so cool for?"

"I bet he has no real skills other than his face. He's just putting on an act of being cold."

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

These discussions, whether open or hidden, the various gazes cast his way, 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, tone, and body language.

But he didn't care at all.

Whether it was the girls' regret or the boys' disdain, it didn't stir even a single 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 be enough to successfully discourage most people who might try to approach him out of "curiosity" or because of his "looks."

It saved him from many potential troubles in the future. 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, peeled off the wrapper, 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 at him once the entire time, her presence so thin she seemed ready to melt into the air.

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

Or perhaps, she might be the easiest to get along with? Because it was obvious that someone like her would never proactively create any social pressure.

The cold, black-haired girl on the left—when she went up on stage, she had only coldly stated her name, "Suzune Horikita," and said, "I have nothing special to say," before walking 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 just a piece of insignificant air.

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

(Activity period: May 1st to May 5th)