Also known as "Everyone in school except me is a love brain"
"After dressing up as a passerby, I was collectively targeted by the male and female protagonists"
Entering into the sweet pet story of the aristocratic academy, I became a passerby with a background that didn't even deserve a name.
The system is bound, and the task is simple and crude: just be a good passerby, do not interfere with the emotional line of the male and female protagonists, and graduate safely.
In order to be able to go back, I did the tasks conscientiously. I lowered my head and acted like an invisible person in class. I avoided the exclusive routes for male and female protagonists in the corridors. Even the tasks of "delivering love letters" and "creating chance encounters" assigned by the system were so perfunctory that they were visible to the naked eye.
But who can tell me——
Why did the originally unruly chaebol school bully frequently pull me into his exclusive lounge and hand me limited edition desserts: "Don't your family let you eat? Why are you so thin?"
The cheerful and cheerful top grader ignored the hostess's advances and instead handed me his handmade bento: "Auntie said you forgot to bring lunch when you went out today, so I'll give you mine."
Even the heroine of the original book, who should have regarded me as a competitor, clung to me every day. Not only did she actively teach me exercises, but she also helped me prevent my chances of success: "Men will only slow down the speed of our problem solving."
Me:? ? ?
Where's the agreed upon passerby script? Why are the male and female protagonists so far off track?
Later, I was blocked at the entrance of the cafeteria by three big guys, and I shivered: "I'm just a passerby, don't be like this..."
The chaebol school bully held my shoulders and said in a deep voice, "I'll take you to dinner."
The straight-ball bamboo horse raised his lips and chuckled: "Mom asked us to go home together tomorrow, so that the two families can get together."
The heroine held my arm and rested her head gently on my shoulder: "Sister, you clearly promised to be with me."
I looked at the three people with suddenly changed styles in front of me, and silently opened the system: "Can I quit this task?!"
Intent: To break the established destiny trajectory, ordinary passers-by finally find their own self-worth and exclusive preference in the misplaced emotional entanglement.