Something’s off! Way off!

How could the abnormal ratio be this high? It’s bizarre! Out of forty-plus students in one class, I’m the only normal one?

That just doesn’t add up.

Then, suddenly, I calmed down.

Because I started doubting the reality of those ‘titles’ I saw.

Aren’t these words just my delusions? Maybe my subconscious craved excitement from this boring ‘daily life,’ so after getting hit by that UFO—a ‘non-daily’ event—I fabricated these fantasies…

Otherwise, how could an absurd scenario like *every single classmate being abnormal* even happen?

If these titles were real, this classroom—and the whole world—would’ve descended into chaos, right?

How could everyone possibly keep their secrets so perfectly synchronized?

No matter how I think about it, the problem must lie with me. My mind’s broken.

I suspect I have a mental illness.

Sure, I feel perfectly rational right now—if anything’s wrong, it’s my visual nerves—but people with mental illnesses always claim they’re fine. So yeah. I’m probably insane.

Anyway, I’ll blame everything I see on my psychosis. Otherwise, staring at these creepy titles will truly drive me mad!

Maybe it was the excuse I gave myself—or self-hypnosis—but I finally regained my usual composure.

It’s all psychological. I’ve never actually *seen* my classmates turn into monsters or commit murder. Zero proof backs up those titles.

So of course someone like Ji Lianbing—a gorgeous girl—couldn’t possibly be a killer. Ahahahaha…

“Um, An Juncheng?”

“…”

My heart twitched slightly. I never expected her to talk to me.

But it’s fine. I’m not scared anymore! Ji Lianbing isn’t some flood or beast—let alone a twisted Necrophiliac Killer. Why fear a breathtaking beauty?

Calm as ever, I asked, “Hm? What is it?”

“You just snorted at me, right? Is there something on my face?”

So she noticed that snort.

But now? Nothing to fear. Honestly, I’m thrilled she’d even approach me.

“Ah, no. I didn’t snort *at you*. It’s got nothing to do with you.”

*Pfft!*

The moment I finished, I silently spat blood in my heart again.

Here we go… I did it again. This habit of shutting people down with rejection-coded words is why I have zero friends. Who’d want to befriend someone who kills conversations like me?

Ever since childhood, I’d unintentionally slam doors on chats, leaving everyone speechless. Yep—my natural-born “Conversation Killer” aura ruined all my relationships.

Maybe the title floating above my head right now is 【Conversation Killer】.

I braced for Ji Lianbing to walk away like everyone else. But she didn’t.

Guess that’s why she’s the popular school flower. Even after my cold brush-off, her smile stayed radiant. She replied smoothly, “Oh, so you didn’t snort because my face was dirty? What a relief.”

Then, with mock solemnity, she thanked me: “Thanks, An.”

I hadn’t helped her at all!

“I didn’t help you at all!”

Crap—I blurted it out!

This is hopeless. Ji Lianbing was clearly trying to save us both from awkwardness, keeping the conversation alive… and I can’t read the room *at all*.

So here’s the summary of why An Juncheng has no friends: blunt to a fault, zero situational awareness, zero filter, zero social skills.

I’m beyond saving. But if you see these signs in yourself? Don’t let it worsen. Or you’ll end up alone forever…

Most people would’ve slammed their desk and stormed off by now. But Ji Lianbing simply replied, natural as ever: “No, really. Thanks to you, I know my appearance is fine today. Others wouldn’t tell me. After all… you’re the only one brave enough to talk to me like this. Hehe…”

“That’s ’cause you have no friends either.”

Everyone knows Ji Lianbing’s the most famous school flower—wildly popular with guys, wildly *un*popular with girls.

She probably has no friends, just like me. I’ve never seen her close to any girl.

If I were a girl? I’d envy her too.

As for guy friends… well, let’s just say those boys aren’t worthy of her friendship. Or bluntly: they just want to *get* her…

And yet, despite knowing better, I said it anyway. Hopeless.

“Yeah… I really don’t have friends…” She paused. “An, can you be my friend?”

“Huh? Wha—?”

My brain short-circuited. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Admitting she’s friendless was one thing—but after I shut her down like that, she’s asking *me*?

Is Ji Lianbing secretly a dom-sub masochist…?

Or did I mishear again? If I can hallucinate weird text, why not voices too?

“Will you be my friend?”

She repeated it!

“I want to be friends with you. Okay?”

She repeated it *again*!!

“Be my boyfriend.”

“Alright! No need to repeat it—I’ll do it…………… Huh?”

Wait—did she just add a word?

Before I could process it, Ji Lianbing clapped her hands, beaming: “Great! You’re my boyfriend now. Can I call you ‘Juncheng’?”

A tomb-like silence swallowed the classroom.

I felt countless eyes lock onto our corner.

Their reactions confirmed it: I hadn’t misheard. She really said, *“Be my boyfriend.”*

Whaaat?!

What the hell?!

How did this happen?! Is this my delusion? Or is Ji Lianbing insane too?!

Just then—the bell rang.

The math teacher for second period stared at the eerily quiet class. “Unbelievable. Class 2—the noisiest bunch—silent as monks today? Taking a vow of silence?”

No one answered. Everyone, including me, was still reeling.

The → school flower just confessed to this → loner!

If this is a dream, wake me up NOW!

I can’t handle plot twists from the gods!