I can hear girls' thoughts.
Since my first day on campus, no girl in the school has had a secret from me.
The cafeteria auntie thinks, "This kid's so skinny. I'll give him extra meat." A debate team senior rages inwardly, "What kind of argument is that?" Even the gentle goddess keeps replaying the philosophical question, "What should I eat for lunch?"
That is, until I meet Lin Wan.
The top student in the journalism department, the campus dream girl, she speaks with the calm perfection of a news anchor.
But what I hear is a frantic stream of corrections as she broadcasts, a ten-thousand-word rant about the principal's speech, and, as we brush past each other, one clear thought:
"He has a pretty slim waist."
I'm panicking.
But when I try to avoid her, she blocks the entrance to the broadcasting station, her eyes shining:
"Cheng Che, every time I'm raging in my head, you show up..."
"Is that a coincidence, or can you hear me?"
To make matters worse, the physics professor has taken an interest in my "abnormal data," and a reborn senior keeps looking at me as if she's determined to "change her fate this time."
And this ability to hear everyone in the world is making it harder and harder to hear...
my own heartbeat.
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[On the Surface] Every Girl on Campus x A Live Stream of Inner Thoughts
[The Truth] A Rational, Straight-Laced Guy x A Goddess Whose Thoughts Are Like On-Screen Comments
[The Ultimate Question] When you're forced to see spoilers for your entire life, would you still dare to gamble on an unknown spark of love?
