These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy

Something’s wrong. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Seriously wrong.

How could there be such a high ratio of abnormal people?! This is way too weird. A class of over forty students, and I’m the only normal one?!

No matter how I looked at it, something didn’t ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) add up.

Then, all of a sudden, I calmed down again.

Because I started to doubt whether these so-called “titles” I was seeing were even real.

What if these words were just delusions of mine? Maybe I’d subconsciously gotten sick of how boring everyday life was, and after that UFO-smashing-my-head incident triggered a break from reality, I started hallucinating all of this...

Otherwise, how could something as ridiculous as everyone in class being an unhinged freak even happen?

If those titles were real, forget just this class—the whole world would’ve fallen apart by now, right?

And how could everyone be so good at hiding their true nature in perfect sync?

No matter how I looked at it, the problem must be me. In other words... my brain’s messed up.

I think I might have a mental illness.

Even though I feel like my current thought processes and mental state are perfectly rational... Maybe it’s not a mental breakdown—maybe it’s a visual hallucination, a neurological issue.

But then again, most mentally ill people say they’re perfectly sane.

Which means I probably am mentally ill.

Anyway, whatever—I’ll just assume everything I’ve seen is because of my illness. If I keep staring at these twisted, messed-up titles, I really will go insane.

Maybe because I gave myself a reason (read: self-hypnosis), I managed to return to my normal mood.

Yeah—it’s all psychological. I haven’t actually seen any of my classmates transform into monsters or commit murder. Zero actual proof that the titles are real.

So that whole idea about Lillian Ji being a beautiful killer? No way. Ridiculous.

Ahahahahaha...

“Um, Ethan An?”

“...”

My heart twitched.

I didn’t expect her to talk to me.

But that’s okay—there’s nothing to be afraid of now! Lillian Ji isn’t some horrifying beast. She’s not a deranged necrophiliac killer. I have no reason to be scared of a goddess-tier beauty like her.

Back to my normal self, I calmly replied, “Mm... what is it?”

“You kind of snorted earlier while looking at me. Is there something on my face?”

So she did notice that little outburst earlier.

But now, I wasn’t scared. In fact, the idea that Lillian Ji came to talk to me made me a little happy.

“Oh, no. I didn’t snort because of you—it had nothing to do with you.”

Pfft.

And there it was.

I mentally coughed up blood again.

God, I always do this... That tone—so cold and dismissive—it was practically a verbal shutdown. It’s that kind of blunt reply that ensures I’ll never have friends. I mean, who would want to talk to someone who makes the conversation die instantly?

It’s always been like this. I unconsciously kill conversations, leaving everyone with nothing to say. That’s the core reason my social life is garbage. This innate aura of “conversation killer” just repels people.

Honestly, my current title is probably something like [King of Killing the Mood].

Naturally, I figured this time would be the same. That Lillian Ji would write me off like everyone else and never speak to me again.

But that’s not what happened.

As expected of a school idol? Even after I shut her down like that, she still wore that gorgeous smile. And with an air of grace, she responded:

“Oh, so it wasn’t because there was something on my face. I’m relieved.”

Then, in an almost formal tone, she added:

“Thank you, Ethan.”

But I didn’t help with anything?!

“I didn’t even help with anything though.”

Crap—why did I say that out loud?!

That was clearly her way of helping both of us save face, offering an easy exit so things wouldn’t get awkward—and I completely missed the cue.

Why can’t I ever read the room?!

I guess this explains why I, Ethan An, have no friends:

I blurt out whatever I’m thinking, without tact, without reading the mood, no filter, no conversational skills, zero social finesse.

I’m beyond help. I’ve given up on myself.

But for those of you showing similar symptoms—please stop before it’s too late, or you really will die alone...

Under normal circumstances, most people would’ve gotten annoyed and stormed off at that point. But Lillian Ji remained as composed as ever and said:

“Not at all. Thanks to you, I realized there was nothing wrong with my appearance today.

Anyone else would’ve just stayed silent.

Because you’re the only one who dares talk to me like that. Hehehe...”

“That’s probably because you don’t have any friends either.”

It’s common knowledge that Lillian Ji is the most popular girl in school—beloved by the boys.

But on the flip side, she’s not exactly popular with the girls.

She probably doesn’t have friends either. I’ve never seen her getting chummy with any of the girls.

If I were a girl, I’d be jealous of her too.

As for guy friends... yeah. Putting it nicely: none of them are worthy. Putting it bluntly: they all just want to f—uh, get with her.

And yet, even knowing I shouldn’t say it out loud... I did.

I’m so far gone it’s not even funny anymore.

“Yeah... I don’t really have any friends. So, Ethan, will you be mine?”

“Ah... ahh?”

My brain short-circuited.

How did things end up like this?!

She just admitted she had no friends. And then, even after all the crap I said, she asked me to be her friend?

Wait, is Lillian Ji actually a closet masochist or something...?

Or maybe I misheard?

If I’m seeing random weird words floating above people’s heads, then maybe I’m hearing things too. Auditory hallucinations on top of visual ones?

“Will you be my friend?”

She said it again!

“I want to be friends with you. Is that okay?”

And again. A second time.

“Please be my boyfriend.”

“Okay okay! I’ll do it, I’ll— ...wait, what?”

Hold on a second.

Did she just add a word to that last one?

While I sat there dazed, Lillian Ji clapped her hands together and beamed:

“Yay! From now on, you’re my boyfriend. Can I call you ‘Juncheng’ directly?”

The whole classroom fell into a deathly silence.

I could feel every pair of eyes zero in on our corner of the room.

And that’s when I realized—

I hadn’t misheard.

She really did say:

“Please be my boyfriend.”

AHHHHHHHHHHH?!

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

How did it turn out like this?!

Is this all just my imagination?!

Or am I not the only one who’s mentally unstable?

Could Lillian Ji also be completely out of her damn mind?

And just then, the bell rang.

Our second period math teacher walked in and looked around the silent classroom in confusion:

“Wow. This is a first. The noisiest class in the school suddenly quiet? What’s going on—did you all take a vow of silence or something?”

No one responded.

Not me. Not anyone.

Everyone was still in shock.

The school idol... just confessed to the class loner.

If this is a dream...

Please wake me up.

Because I cannot handle this kind of plot twist!!