These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 1Vol . : Got Hit on the Head by a UFO

Anyway — that’s the kind of boring person I am.

After once again confirming just how lame I am, I sighed and closed the manga I’d just finished.

It was 8:45 p.m. Evening self-study period. I was still at the school library.

Most schools got rid of night study, but ours kept it. That’s because most students here are commuters — there aren’t even any dorms. But even though we have night study, ours is a little different. It’s got a “tier system.”

Of course, in classic Chinese fashion, the tier is based on your exam scores. Rank in the top 100 and you’re exempt. Rank between 101 and 200 and you can leave at 7:30 p.m. But if you’re ranked below 200...

You’re stuck here until 9 p.m. Sucks to be you.

It’s supposed to motivate us, I guess. No one wants to stay that late.

I ranked 201st. Just one spot shy. So yeah, unlucky me — I have to stay until the end.

But honestly, while most people probably hate night study, I don’t mind it.

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Because — believe it or not — the corner of our library has a stash of manga and light novels. I found that out last semester, and ever since then, I’ve basically lived here. Reading from a physical copy just hits different compared to a phone screen.

And we don’t even have to be in the classroom for night study. As long as I get a signed slip from the library teacher, the homeroom teacher counts it as valid attendance.

There are four others who do this besides me, but they’re not from my class. I’ve never tried to get to know them — keeping quiet in the library is just common sense.

Honestly, I thought the library would be packed. But nope — just five people, counting me. Maybe the others think it doesn’t matter where you stay. If they knew there were manga here, this place would be swarmed. But no one’s ever asked me. Guess my social skills really are trash...

By the way, the librarian is a woman named Lily Yang. Wears glasses, probably in her twenties. Long hair covers most of her face. Don’t get your hopes up, though — I’ve seen her face. Let’s just say... it’s a little rough. No chance of any student-teacher romance happening here.

I’m guessing she’s single. If she were married, she wouldn’t be stuck working until 9 p.m. in the library. And if she can’t get married... well, it’s probably that face.

Even someone like me, who doesn’t care much about looks, has a hard time with it.

Okay, okay, that was rude... Forgive me.

Seeing that the night study period was almost over, I closed my book and headed to the desk to ask for a signed slip.

I lowered my voice when I approached.

“Miss Yang.”

“Hm? Oh, Ethan. You’re here for the attendance slip, right?”

She glanced up at me, then checked her phone for the time. She knew exactly why I’d come. We’re pretty familiar with each other, so she always calls me by name. Sometimes she even has me help move stuff. I may not have friends, but I get along with the teachers okay. My homeroom teacher treats me well too... though maybe she’s just worried I’m being isolated.

“Yeah.”

“Got it. ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ Hang on.”

Miss Yang tore a sheet out of her notebook, then folded and ripped it into several slips. The rip of paper echoed in the quiet library. She wrote names and stamped each one — probably preparing the other students’ slips too.

But then she handed all of them to me.

“Here. Take these.”

“Huh? All of them?”

I thought they were for the others too. But she gave them all to me in one go...

So with these, I wouldn’t need to come in for night study at all. Was she... encouraging me to skip?

No, no — no way. A teacher wouldn’t do that. She’s just tired of writing them one by one, right? She trusts me. Trusts I won’t skip just because I can.

If someone’s placing their trust in me, then I have to live up to it. That’s what my name means, after all.

“Mm... You know what this means, right? It’s not safe at night these days. With these slips, you don’t have to come anymore.”

Wait what?! She really is helping me skip!

Also — “It’s not safe at night?” What does that mean? I’m a guy, I’m not worried... I haven’t heard of any murderers or kidnappers lately...

Don’t tell me... Ah. I get it.

She just wants to leave early.

Right. There are only five students here. If she sends us home, she can clock out early. Makes sense. Maybe she has a boyfriend now or something.

I nodded to myself, accepting the slips.

“Yah!”

As I reached for them, I accidentally touched her hand. She jerked back like she was electrocuted, and the slips scattered all over the floor.

This kind of thing is supposed to happen when you bump hands with a beautiful girl — not a teacher in her twenties. I didn’t feel anything.

“S-Sorry, Ethan. I think that was static...”

She apologized while scrambling to pick up the slips.

“It’s fine. I’ll get them.”

I crouched to help, still confused. Static? I didn’t feel anything...

Once I’d picked them all up, I stuffed them in my pocket, gave her a quick salute, and left.

As I walked out, I heard her mumble:

“...Maybe I should wear gloves...”

“...?”

No idea what she meant. Is she hitting menopause early?

The bell rang just as I reached the school gates. The old security guy opened them as soon as it chimed. I was the first one out.

I pulled the slips from my pocket and counted them.

Eight in total. That means I can skip eight nights of study. But honestly, it’s not like I have anything better to do at home...

“Huh? What the hell?”

As I was checking the slips, I noticed something strange on the backs — some kind of markings.

Curious, I decided to sit on a nearby park bench and piece them together.

It wasn’t hard. I assembled the pieces and saw a clear pattern — a pentagram.

Wait, no... based on the symbols, it was upside down. That meant it was an inverted pentagram.

I remember those are supposed to represent Satan or demons or something... Is Miss Yang in some kind of cult!?

That’d be... bad.

While I was still trying to figure out what to do, I heard a rushing sound — something slicing through the air.

I turned my head — and BAM — something slammed into the side of my skull like a meteor!

I fell, hitting the exact spot where I’d arranged the inverted pentagram.

Blinding light exploded behind my eyes.

Vertigo and whiteout — and then everything went dark.

“Ahh! Crap! It hit a civilian!”

“This is your fault for rushing! Let me see... Whew, he’s just knocked out. He’ll be fine. Let’s just leave him here and take the artifact back.”

“Okaaay... Wait— What?! It’s gone!”

“What!?”

“The Demon-Revealing Mirror is missing!”

“No way. Artifacts don’t just vanish. Search again.”

“I already did! It’s really gone! And the connection to it’s completely cut off!”

“That can’t be. If the bond between artifact and owner breaks, it means the item was destroyed... But there’s no way the Demon-Revealing Mirror could be damaged that easily!”

“But it’s gone! I can’t feel it at all! Grandpa’s gonna kill me...”

“...Let’s just head back. We’ll deal with it later.”

“Mmh... Okay...”