Today was Seiji's first time entering the Yuen Hwa Secondary library.
He, Chiaki, Mika, and Kaori were all here for the drama club's study session.
When he arrived, he saw that several drama club members had already arrived.
Chiaki greeted them and introduced them to each other.
At this moment, Seiji noticed that there was a handsome boy with light blue curly hair sitting across from him. His face was pale, and he seemed rather dispirited.
Seiji looked this boy up and down and confirmed that he was the one who played the "Ice Prince" during the drama club's performance at the school festival.
At the time, this boy was quite spirited and had quite an imposing aura during the performance. Although his performance wasn't as good as Chiaki's, it was still quite outstanding for a high school student.
But now, he was like this … what was going on?
At this moment, Chiaki introduced this boy as "Hiroshi Fuuma."
"Fuuma -san, you don't look so well. Are you feeling unwell?" Chiaki also noticed this boy's abnormality and asked out of concern.
"I'm fine … I just didn't sleep well, so don't worry about it." Fuuma smiled faintly.
Was it only "didn't sleep well?" Seiji was rather doubtful about this.
Chiaki didn't seem to believe him either, but she didn't ask any further since it was obvious that he didn't want to go into detail.
After the introductions, they greeted each other and sat down together.
A while later, all the drama club members arrived. Vice president Shiina Shiho arrived as well.
Under the pressure of "Demon Face" Shiina, the drama club members obediently studied and asked for guidance if they had any questions.
The only person who wasn't studying was Seiji.
He was writing his story in his notebook. In order to not affect the atmosphere around him, he put out his textbook and pretended that he was studying.
Half an hour passed.
Just as Seiji was immersed in his story, he suddenly heard a loud thud.
"Fuuma -san!" someone exclaimed.
Seiji looked up and saw that Hiroshi Fuuma had collapsed on the floor.
Sinai walked to his side and squatted down to check on him.
The other club members and Seiji looked on worriedly.
"Junior Fuuma fainted … we have to send him to the infirmary." Sinai had a worried expression.
"Let me do it." Seiji stood up.
As the tallest and strongest boy present, he naturally took on this task.
With the help of Shin Nai and Chiaki, he carried Hiroshi Fuuma on his back and walked quickly to the infirmary. The two girls followed behind him.
…
"He must have overworked himself."
"Overworked?"
"Yes. His body was tired and he forced himself to move, so he fainted," Feng Wu said to Seiji and the others. "It's not a big deal. He'll wake up after resting for a while."
As the vice president, Sinah heaved a sigh of relief when her members were safe.
Chiaki also revealed a relieved expression.
"Why did Fuuma -san overwork himself?" Seiji was rather curious.
"I don't know … when I saw him yesterday, I noticed that something wasn't right with his complexion, but he was fine last week."
Chiaki said before looking at Shin Nai.
"Vice-president, do you know?"
Sinai shook her head.
"I'll stay here and watch over Fuuma -san. You guys should go back and continue studying."
She glanced over at her club member who was lying on the bed, then back at Seiji Mukai.
"Harano -san, thank you for your hard work just now. Thank you."
"No need to be so polite, Shiho-senpai."
Seiji and Chiaki left the infirmary.
The two of them returned to the library and told the others about Hiroshi Fuuma's condition.
Everyone relaxed after hearing this.
Then, some club members were just like Seiji, curious as to why Fuuma had collapsed from overwork.
"Could it be that Fuuma -san worked really hard?"
"If that's the case, why would he work so hard? And why did he work? "
"Could it be that something happened to his family?"
"It doesn't seem like it."
The club members discussed this among themselves.
If Sinai was here, she would have already done something to suppress this, but she was still in the infirmary.
"Heh heh … it seems that I'm the only one who knows the truth."
A short red-haired boy made a pretentious pose as he spoke in a low voice.
Everyone looked towards him.
Seiji finally recognized his voice — he was the club member who narrated during the school festival performance.
"Nakajima-san, you know?"
"Yep, I've already seen through the mystery of Fuuma -san's mysterious death."
"Don't kill him just like that — he's not dead yet!"
"Now, allow me to reveal the secret room's mystery for everyone."
"Where's the secret room?"
"The murderer who killed Fuuma -san is actually among us!"
"The hell with the murderer! Stop pretending to be a detective!! "
'Yep, the drama club members really know how to have fun.'
Seiji smiled as he witnessed this scene.
After making a few jokes and keeping everyone in suspense, Nakajima-san finally told them the "truth."
"Last week, Fuuma -san got a girlfriend from another school."
"Girlfriend?"
"Another school?"
"Yep, I learned this from eavesdropping on his conversation with Sawai -san."
"Eavesdropping!?"
"Then this weekend, I coincidentally saw Fuuma -san and a beautiful girl together intimately on the street, so I followed them."
"You even followed them!?"
"That girl was extremely proactive, and Fuuma -san was the one being attacked. I didn't follow them for long before I saw them kissing, but I didn't have my cell phone with me at the time, so I couldn't take a picture. "
"You even wanted to secretly take a picture!? That's enough! "
"With how proactive that girl was, Fuuma -san must've fallen for her, so … he overworked himself!"
The red-haired boy named Nakajima-San said resolutely.
Everyone was rendered speechless.
"In the end, you were just telling a dirty joke!!" Several of the club members retorted in unison.
"No, this is the truth! The dark and cruel truth. "Nakajima-San's expression was dark, and he even had a pained expression.
"For us single people, this is … an unbearable burden."
Everyone was once again rendered speechless.
"Cough, cough."
Chiaki's voice rang out in the room.
"Everyone, stop talking and continue studying," she said calmly.
Everyone silently obeyed and focused on studying. They didn't continue this topic.
…
Seiji received a phone call from Editor Yoshizawa.
"Your short story has received a good response. In the current ranking of the readers' replies, you are ranked sixth!"
"Sixth place …"
"For a short story written by a newcomer, this is an excellent ranking," the female editor said in a serious tone.
"Such an excellent ranking is enough to change it into a standard length and publish it as a standalone book."
A standalone book! Seiji raised his eyebrows.
"Is that what you mean? Write 'I'll Die If I Don't Become Handsome' into a standard length and publish it. "
"That's a very attractive suggestion," Seiji said after some consideration.
"But, I have a book that I want to publish even more, which is this story that I'm currently working on.
I'm confident that this story will be even better than 'Die Handsome!' Even though I haven't finished writing it yet, I'm almost done.
I'd like Editor Yoshizawa to take a look at the parts that I've already finished and give your evaluation. I believe that after you read it, you'll have the same feeling as me! "
The other side of the phone fell silent for a while.
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