Xia Chuan Yuan was now facing off against two beautiful girls. It was after school, and their sudden arrival made the empty classroom feel slightly crowded—relatively speaking, of course. With three people instead of one, the space shrank a little.

He felt the clash of gazes, sparks flying between their eyes, stirring ripples. In their stares, Xia Chuan Yuan sensed a thought, a conviction—they were clearly drawn by his good looks. He was utterly confident in his appearance.

These were all Xia Chuan Yuan’s fantasies before Miyuki Gekkou and the other girl approached. After his question, he’d already scripted the next scene:

“So you’re Xia Chuan Yuan?”

“Yeah, that’s me!”

“Hello, Xia Chuan Yuan. I’m Miyuki Gekkou, your long-time admirer. This is XXXX beside me. We’re both your fans and want to form a fan club. Please be our honorary president! And sign for us—right on our chests! Or our butts! We’ll treasure it forever!”

“Well, that’s awkward. Being president of my own fan club feels too embarrassing! Signing’s fine, but on chests or butts? That’s a bit…”

“No way! It’s just honorary—to give the club a figurehead. Don’t be shy. What’s wrong with chests or butts? Embarrassing? Oh! Are you thinking dirty thoughts, Xia Chuan Yuan? But for you, it’s totally fine!”

After some reluctant back-and-forth, he’d pretend to be forced into accepting. Then:

“Thank you, Xia Chuan Yuan. Can I call you ‘Master Yuan’?”

“Call me whatever you like. Trust your heart and your choice!”

“Alright, Master Yuan. Do you have a girlfriend? I want to be yours—or your slave, your RBQ! Just need me, okay?”

“How could I have a girlfriend? I have my hands to achieve my dreams. No girlfriend needed! But you as my RBQ? That’s worth considering. Girlfriends are such a hassle!”

“I want to be Master Yuan’s RBQ too!”

The other girl reacted the same—name unknown, so XXXX it was.

And so began his journey of dreams with his hands and his RBQs!

...

“So you’re Xia Chuan Yuan.”

While lost in fantasy, Xia Chuan Yuan was interrupted by the two girls—the ones he’d thought wouldn’t visit without reason. The speaker was the mysterious girl beside Miyuki Gekkou, whom he didn’t recognize. Her tone was certain, ending with “ba,” clearly knowing him.

Sadly, Xia Chuan Yuan never forgot beautiful girls—they stuck in his mind far more vividly than ordinary ones.

Hearing this line, so similar to his fantasy dialogue, he suddenly grew interested.

Could I be a hidden prophet? Or has my cheat skill awakened again?

Xia Chuan Yuan got excited!

“Hello, senior Xia Chuan Yuan. I’m Miyuki Gekkou, a freshman. I’ve seen you around. This is my friend, Misato Narumi—same grade as you, a second-year.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Misato Narumi, from the class next door.”

Huh! The plot’s almost identical! Dialogue’s a bit off, but close enough.

“Well, hello. I’m Xia Chuan Yuan. Nice to meet you. What brings you here?”

Come on, follow my script!

After exchanging glances, Misato Narumi spoke:

“We heard your essays are amazing, so we came to find you!”

Something’s off. Observing closer—they’re not fans! Asking about essays? This reeks of trouble!