In the auditorium of Akihisa High School, Shirakawa Sawahei walked onto the stage and glanced around at the group of fresh-faced first-year students.
"Today is the first day of the new school year, so first of all, I would like to congratulate..."
This cliché speech did not become any more interesting just because of Shirakawa Sawahei's somewhat handsome and fair-skinned face. As the outstanding student representative of the year, giving the opening speech at the ceremony was an unavoidable duty.
He would rather try to be a transparent and marginalized figure, but his grades didn't allow it, and neither did the scholarship. The simple wish to play dumb and act harmless was just out of reach for him.
As a transmigrator with a stroke of bad luck, Shirakawa Sawahei was clearly living a life that did not justify his own trajectory.
He looked again at the heads below, like little black dots, and couldn't help but grow a sense of crisis from within.
There shouldn't... be any trouble, right? I have a feeling that my left eyelid is twitching passionately again...
He still hoped that the heavens would allow him to walk off this stage with dignity and exit this auditorium with pride.
Whether it was that the heavens heard his earnest request, and deliberately wanted to disgrace him, or some kind of mysterious eastern power was triggered, at the end of his report speech, things took a sudden turn!
Lights came on! Illuminating the entire venue!
The stage lights originally used for evening events focused sharply on his position, even making his hair shimmer with a dazzling luster.
At the same time, sakura petals began to float gently from above the auditorium, landing bit by bit on the hair and feet of a girl as another bright beam of light shone upon her.
It was as sacred as a scene from a painting.
And indeed, the person in the painting did not disappoint the audience. Her bright eyes glanced around radiantly, her long, slender legs wrapped in a black and red checkered short skirt. Her fair and delicate face showed no emotion.
She looked indifferently at Shirakawa Sawahei on the stage, her lips slightly pursed, as if somewhat displeased.
The rate of falling sakura petals was five centimeters per second, and timing-wise, the students in the hall were at least stunned for ten centimeters and then reacted.
Holy crap, this is a confession!!!
The exemplary student representative on stage was actually going to confess to this girl with incredible looks!
Just as they started at this school, such classic drama was already unfolding. The hearts of the girls were clearly shaken.
Confessing in such a grand and solemn place, the senior indeed has the courage and audacity! So handsome!
However, near the backstage area where the freshmen couldn't see, the student council president Mita Takuma was struck dumb, clutching the confession script in his hand.
I haven't even gone up yet, how could you start already!
What kind of stupid teammates are these, don't they see that Shirakawa Sawahei is still on stage! Have all the benefits I gave you gone to waste like feeding them to dogs?
The signal, can't you pay attention to my cue to go up! Do I really look that similar to Shirakawa Sawahei?
Truly stupid teammates, they said they'd support me and cheer for me, yet they have become the hardest stumbling block on my path to love!
Calm down, calm down, at this rate, I might accidentally end up making a wedding dress for this kid Shirakawa Sawahei! I need to think of a way to turn the situation around!
Damn it! This guy's title of "school belle confession interceptor" is no joke! I didn't expect that even someone as wise as me would fall into his hands!
The students were abuzz, chattering, but the teachers participating in the opening ceremony weren't idle. Shirakawa Sawahei's homeroom teacher quickly gestured for him to come down.
Other teachers began searching for the person in charge at the scene, the discipline director...
Hmm? The discipline director is not here? Went to the bathroom?
What's going on, turning an opening ceremony into a confession meetup, if this gets out, and the board gets targeted by outside media for a critique, the first person they'll vent their anger on would have to be someone in charge at the scene.
In the eyes of those media, students certainly wouldn't be too wrong, it's a rare youthful memory. But you guys? Bastards, can't keep an opening ceremony in check, how do you even lead or teach!
Go back to your hometown and grow sweet potatoes!
Seeing this scene, even though Shirakawa Sawahei had a similar premonition, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
This damn, stupid low-tier system!
Having it was really his misfortune. He hadn't enjoyed much of the transmigrator's perks, yet problems rolled in endlessly.
What was the name of that girl again? Hayakawa...Kashi? This must be the fourth time he was forced to confess, right? Can this low-tier system change the female lead? Always the same one gets tiresome, doesn't it?
He pursed his lips and spoke in a calm tone. As soon as his voice rang out, the previously chattering freshmen immediately quieted down.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what kind of moving confession words this daring senior would say.
"So, thank you everyone for your support, next we have the student council president to come on stage to give the closing speech."
Mita Takuma, with tears streaming down his face, clutched the confession script excitedly, deciding to be friendlier with this junior Shirakawa Sawahei in the future.
What "confession interceptor", I see it's all rumors, this was clearly a misunderstanding!
It's all the fault of those stupid teammates! The junior clearly knows how to behave!
Watching the senior calmly finish the closing speech, without any intention of confessing along with the atmosphere, the onlookers became anxious.
"Senior! Don't be afraid, we will cheer for you!" A girl's voice came out of nowhere.
"Yes, senior! You can do it! Courageously express your love!" A daring boy also started to chime in.
These one or two voices seemed like a spark that set the prairie aflame, gradually forming a wave of noise, the freshmen shouting "Confess, confess" while eagerly watching the scene from the sides.
Faced with this moment, even the teachers felt at a loss. To forcibly suppress the students, they didn't have the authority or presence of the discipline director, but leaving it unchecked also didn't make sense.
Did the discipline director fall into the toilet? So much commotion and he still hasn't come back!
Using the microphone, Shirakawa Sawahei gradually calmed the restless freshmen. He glanced at the heroine of the incident, Hayakawa Kashi, even now, her face still showed no great emotional change.
Due to the petal rain, she and those around her were distinctly separated by a small circle of space.
She looked quietly at the stage, as if this matter wasn't related to her.
"Firstly, let me clarify. This confession arrangement has nothing to do with me."
"This is so... boring..."
"Indeed, the senior isn't backing down, is he..."
Before these complaints grew louder, Shirakawa Sawahei once again spoke calmly.
"Secondly, perhaps some students from the upper years present are starting to disbelieve due to repeatedly occurring misunderstandings, but I have to say..."
"I'm not interested in girls ranked below me."
Ranked first in his year, Shirakawa Sawahei, standing on stage, issued a proclamation exclusive to top students.
However, the heroine of the incident, Hayakawa Kashi, upon hearing this, did not show any angry expression. Instead, the tightly pressed corners of her mouth gently lifted, curving into a faint smile.