These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 9Vol 1. .6: [Necrophiliac Killer]’s Probe

“The answer’s C.”

So I told him the answer.

And yet... he didn’t even turn around to quietly thank me. Even after sitting back down, he just kept his head down, acting like a little turtle hiding in its shell.

How uncute.

I helped him, and he can’t even say thanks? Not even something simple like “Thanks, Lillian, you really saved me”?

Tsk. Kind of annoying... but now I’m even more interested in him.

What’s the real reason he avoids me like the plague? Why is he... afraid of me?

I’m going to find out.

After class, he stayed seated, glancing at his classmates with a weird look on his face.

So I walked over and said, “Um, Ethan An?”

His shoulders jolted. Two seconds passed before he turned and replied.

“Uh... do you need something?”

Oh~ Has he already calmed himself down? Or is he just faking it?

“You snorted earlier while looking at me, didn’t you? Is there something on my face?”

“Ah, no. It wasn’t because of you. It had nothing to do with you at all.”

...Wasn’t because of me? Nothing to do with me?

What a fascinating thing to say.

He can look at something other than me and snort like that?

I’m not bragging, but I have a fair amount of confidence in my appearance.

Most men are creatures who think with their lower halves. Every time I walk past, their eyes are full of lechery. I can read their thoughts just from those eyes — wanting to pin me down, drag me to a hotel, twist me into all sorts of positions...

Disgusting.

Still, as unpleasant as those stares are, I don’t go killing people just for looking. Not unless they actually try something — then I kill them before they get the chance.

But his gaze held none of that filth.

Could it be... he’s into guys?

Ugh. That’s even less cute.

Being stared at with lust is annoying — but getting stared at like that, with zero interest, is just as bad.

Still, I have to hide this irritation. Time to put on the smile again.

“Oh, so there wasn’t anything on my face? That’s a relief. Thank you, Ethan.”

“I didn’t do anything worth thanking me for.”

Hoh... That was a pretty clear rejection.

Even toward me, he keeps up this attitude. So he really doesn’t want to get involved with me?

“That’s not true. Thanks to you, I now know my appearance is perfectly fine today. No one else would tell me something like that. You’re the only one who’d talk to me like this. Hehehe...”

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

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Hehe.

I’ll kill you.

This guy... I never realized he could be so damn infuriating when he talks.

Hasn’t anyone taught him what it means to read the room? With that kind of mouth, it’s a miracle he hasn’t already been killed and dumped in a river.

Deep breath. Calm down.

Don’t let him dictate the rhythm. I need to stay in control.

Okay... so he’s a blunt type. He says whatever’s {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} on his mind.

That means beating around the bush won’t work. Since we’ve reached this point, I might as well throw a fastball.

“Yeah... I don’t have many friends. So, Ethan — will you be my friend?”

“Ah... huh?”

Looks like he didn’t expect that. His whole face froze. Confused, like he couldn’t believe I’d say something like that.

Well, of course.

Any normal person would’ve cut me off after the way he talked to me. But I swallowed my pride and reached out to him — so he should be grateful, don’t you think, Ethan An?

To make sure he heard me right, I repeated it.

“Will you be my friend?”

His mouth dropped open even wider. Still no answer.

So I repeated it a second time.

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

Still no reaction.

That’s when I noticed — Lan Hua, sitting nearby, had been staring at us the whole time. Of course, normal people probably wouldn’t have noticed, but I’m extremely sensitive to stares. If I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have realized she was watching.

Come to think of it... I still haven’t figured out what Lan Hua’s abnormality is either. Maybe I should just...

“Please be my boyfriend.”

On the third repetition, I added just one word — and the entire sentence changed meaning.

Thanks to the two previous repetitions, Ethan fell into a rhythm. He assumed I was saying the same thing again.

“Alright! You don’t need to say it so many times, I’ll be your frien—............huh?”

Hehehehe~

Look at that dumbstruck face~

So cute.

I deliberately clapped my hands together and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Yay! So starting now, you’re my boyfriend. Can I call you Ethan~?”

The room went dead silent.

Lan Hua whipped her head toward me and glared, eyes locked on.

Oh my~ So full of killing intent. How scary~

Does this count as betrayal? I mean, she was one of the only girls who could talk to me normally... but oh well. What’s done is done. No use regretting it.

Besides, isn’t this way more fun?

Hehehehe~

Just then, the bell rang, cutting off whatever might’ve happened next. But that eerie tension in the room didn’t go away.

Which means the next break... will definitely be fun.

I can’t wait.

I rested my cheek in my palm and stared~ at the back of Ethan’s head.

Ah, he’s scratching it. Scratching it again.

He looks so distressed, hehehe~

Watching Ethan An squirm because of me filled me with delight. I could smell the anxiety radiating off him. Making someone’s emotions fluctuate wildly because of me — it’s such a pleasant feeling.

Worth noting: up until now, Lan Hua had always stared at Ethan. But now, she was staring at me. Her eyes full of confusion, betrayal, and just a hint of murderous rage... oh~ Is this what they call a descent into darkness?

Oh dear~ Will Lan Hua storm in with a kitchen knife and try to kill me?

If that happens, there’s a good chance I’ll be the one killing her instead.

Being stared at like that, while I look at someone else... has its own unique charm, doesn’t it?

After a while, Ethan seemed to calm down. He sat completely still at his desk.

Oh... he got himself together faster than I expected. His mental resilience is higher than I thought.

Which means he’s probably decided how to respond to my “confession.”

Now, which will it be? Will he happily accept like all those shallow men? Will he solemnly reject me? Or will he pretend to go along with it and plot something behind the scenes?

Full of anticipation, I waited all the way until the next bell.

And the moment it rang — he stood up and rushed out of the classroom.

I didn’t expect that.

Stunned for a second, I got to my feet and shouted, “Ethan!”

But he was already gone.

Faced with me... he chose to run.