"Here it comes!"

A deafening noise blasted in Zhou Zhiyi’s ears, jolting him out of his miserable dream. But right after, he faced another awful reality.

"Both of you, stand up."

Liu Yongxue pronounced Zhou Zhiyi and Wu Feng’s sentence with her ironclad voice, like a judge in court.

"Oh."

If Zhou Zhiyi were dragged in like this, he’d shout, "Why me? I wasn’t even sleeping!"

But Wu Feng wouldn’t. Maybe he knew it was hopeless.

After all, when the second male lead gets punished, the protagonist usually gets dragged in too—that’s how novels and manga always go!

Zhou Zhiyi grumbled inwardly, then stood up helplessly.

Once Liu Yongxue walked away, he muttered under his breath, "What the hell? Why didn’t you just tap me? Shouting like that—everyone knows I was sleeping!"

"Oh? I forgot. I just blurted it out instinctively."

Wu Feng scratched his head, as if it were a simple slip.

But Zhou Zhiyi figured the gods must’ve ordered Wu Feng to shout him awake. Otherwise, how could anyone be that dumb?

"Anyway, I’m done with you."

Zhou Zhiyi said it lightly but didn’t push further. Crossing the protagonist meant not knowing how you’d die.

If you ask why I know Wu Feng’s the protagonist, here’s proof:

Would some average loser have a gorgeous childhood friend like Qin Huan? Or a sister with a brother complex? How do I know? I’ve been to his house nearly a hundred times! And his parents are always away on mysterious trips—could that even happen in real life?

Yet he’s right here! From my years of manga and novels, if he’s not the protagonist, who is?

I don’t believe anyone with his luck isn’t the main character.

If not, I’d eat—

Forget it. No joking with my stomach.

"Zhou Zhiyi, explain this problem."

As he thought this, Liu Yongxue spoke again from the podium, her gaze locking onto him.

Holy crap! Shouldn’t she be asking the protagonist now?

Option one: "Where are we?" Option two: "I don’t know."

That familiar voice echoed in Zhou Zhiyi’s mind. He remembered last time he chose wrong—the aftermath would come up later.

But why options here? What happens if I pick wrong? This isn’t some epic moment!

"Why silent? Don’t tell me you don’t even know where we are?"

Liu Yongxue snapped, her ruler clattering ominously on the podium.

"N-no, impossible! I just... don’t really get it."

If she hadn’t asked that, he might not have picked option two. But now, "I don’t know" seemed safer.

"Wu Feng, do you know?"

Liu Yongxue shifted focus, tossing the question to the protagonist beside Zhou Zhiyi—Wu Feng.

Holy crap! Did I choose wrong? Did I drag him in?

No, no—in most stories, this just sets up future drama.

Probably...

"Of course! It’s just 45 degrees."

Wu Feng answered instantly, like he’d been waiting.

"Sit down."

Phew. So Wu Feng was actually listening...

If I’d picked option one, I’d be kicked out by now. Terrifying...

"Seriously, Zhou Zhiyi, you’ve got no fear of death—zoning out even after standing up."

"That’s your fault!"

"Wonder which idiot caused it."

"Not my blame."

"Okay, okay—you’re never wrong. All my fault."

Zhou Zhiyi chatted with Wu Feng as usual. One more glance from Liu Yongxue, and it’d spell disaster.

But just then, the thrilling class bell rang. Zhou Zhiyi sighed in relief—nothing else happened.