Who knows if this gloomy weirdo is a pervert… Generally, one would think that way.
But her attitude was too friendly, so what was her purpose in approaching him?
Akira, with the mind of an adult, didn't feel flattered by the girl's gentle treatment; instead, he became wary.
Was she trying to confirm how popular she was in class? To see if this poor guy making a fool of himself in front of the vending machine had a crush on her?
Should he pretend to be a fawning dog completely smitten by her, and then take the opportunity to ask her to buy him a drink…
Akira, dizzy from the heat, was already considering whether to sell his dignity for a cold drink.
Returning to the present, Akira pondered for a moment and finally reluctantly gave up the idea of pretending to be a fawning dog, opting for an alternative, compromise answer.
Akira indeed didn't know the girl's name, but he still remembered her 'status' in the class.
"You're the class representative, right?"
"Phew…"
The girl seemed relieved, patting her distinctly curved chest and letting out a breath.
"What? Is it not?"
Akira thought he had mistaken her, but the girl shook her head and smiled charmingly.
"No, I just thought it was great. It seems at least my face was remembered by Kuroba-kun."
The girl didn't point out that Akira didn't know her name; instead, she even showed a cute smile that said, 'I'm honored to be remembered by you.'
Oh my God! She must like me!
That would be a miracle… Akira felt the girl was playing innocent and decided to tease her.
"Because you really don't look like a class representative, that's why I remembered you."
"Hmm? What do you think a class representative should look like, Kuroba-kun?"
"A class representative should have black hair, wear round glasses, have braided pigtails, be a country bumpkin, have big breasts, and their catchphrase should be 'I don't know everything; I only know what I know,' and then they should show me their underwear, right?"
Suddenly saying something so teasingly should scare off ordinary people, but clearly, the girl's psychological resilience was much stronger than average. Facing such sexually harassing and unappealing remarks, she could still take up the conversation without even a frown.
"That's a truly specific and vivid image. Is that what Kuroba-kun envisions the Class Monitor to be like?"
Seeing that she was unmoved, Akira found it uninteresting and simply spread his hands.
"Just kidding, I was only talking about a character from a novel."
"Hmm... I don't think I've read any novels with such a character. It seems my reading volume is quite meager compared to Kuroba-kun's. Kuroba-kun is truly knowledgeable."
Of course, you haven't read it; after all, it's a work that doesn't exist in this world... Akira muttered to himself.
Speaking of which, praising the other person in various ways at this point, where did you come from, an expert in flattery? You've maxed out the emotional value, haven't you? Do you want to take first place in the 'People I want to date' ranking? Huh?
"I seem to only fit one of those points."
The girl said, touching her chin.
She actually compared herself.
However, the girl was not black-haired, nor did she wear glasses, nor did she have braided pigtails.
Dressed in a refreshing summer uniform, her flaxen hair had not yet reached her shoulders, the ends gathered to the front, forming a simple C-shaped arc, and her bangs were perfectly styled, giving her a simple cuteness.
Her face, with light and cool makeup, appeared very clean, and her lipsticked lips shimmered in the summer sun, making the description 'unfashionable' truly irrelevant to her.
This was a current High School girl who was truly fashion-conscious.
Akira remembered that she was often surrounded by many people, clearly belonging to the popular crowd, and even a core figure among them.
So the only thing that matched was one point: her chest was quite large.
However, it wasn't exaggeratedly large; it was just that compared to other first-year High School girls in their developmental stage, she was indeed well-developed and seemed to have plenty of room for growth.
So, was she showing off? Or was she teasing herself?
Akira couldn't quite figure out the thoughts of this Class Monitor, who had been smiling ever since she appeared.
"Although it's good enough that you remember my face, I still hope you can remember my name, so please allow me to reintroduce myself."
Then, she solemnly introduced herself to Akira with full confidence.
"My name is Anri Hitomi. As you know, I am the Class Monitor of Class 1, Grade 1. Although everyone says I'm amazing and seem to be able to do anything, I can't do everything. I can only do what I can do."
So, she meant this line when she said only one point matched.
Although slightly altered, hearing this classic line still made Akira a bit dazed, his thoughts seemingly taking him back to his High School days in his previous life, those youthful years filled with heavy studies but also finding joy in the hardship... At that time, he was also a genuine, bona fide male High School student.
Hmm? Wait a minute? If that's the point that matched... she thinks her chest isn't big enough?
"Kuroba-kun."
Her soft voice brought Akira back to his senses.
"This time, you must remember my name well."
"Okay, Class Monitor, no problem, Class Monitor."
"Oh, my, I didn't know before, but Kuroba-kun is so glib."
Akira shrugged.
"Don't worry, I'll remember it well, Anri Hitomi-san, but I think calling you Class Monitor is still more natural."
"Now that we've re-introduced ourselves, let's shake hands."
"Hmm..."
Looking at her outstretched right hand, Akira's gaze focused on her palm.
In fact, even if she hadn't reminded him, Akira would definitely remember Anri Hitomi in his future life.
Because thanks to you, I found the turning point in my life.
Akira murmured this in his heart, naturally taking her hand.
A fair, slender hand. How amazing it would be to have this hand wrapped around me... Bah, I'm not into hands; I'm into feet.
The real key was in her palm, where the following characters were clearly imprinted.
"Academic Ability A"
That represented a shining talent.
They say big-chested women are brainless, but she clearly had a chest to be proud of, and her mind was not bad either.
It was more than just not bad; her top-of-the-grade results were already enough to prove her excellence.
Anri Hitomi was not only the Class Monitor but also the top student of her year, a high-ranking flower admired by all.
What ulterior motive did such a perfect and intelligent person have in approaching him... He absolutely could not be lulled by her gentle ambiguity!
"Well then, since Kuroba-kun, you've called me Class Monitor, I should try to live up to your expectations..."
She shyly lowered her head, her fingertips gently twisting the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it as if played at 0.5x speed, expanding the maximum range of her absolute territory.
"Do you want to see my panties?"
"Yes!"