My second life is a bit strange?

"Hiratsuka-sensei invited Hikigaya to join my club to help correct his personality. What about you?"

The conversation started to steer towards him.

"I'd say I'm your guardian, looking after both of you."

Both of them rolled their eyes.

"Alright, enough joking around. I have a favor to ask of you. Komi-kun, come in."

Yukino looked towards the doorway and saw a beautiful girl with long, straight black hair standing there, carrying a schoolbag and silently watching them.

It brought a great sense of oppression at first glance.

"This is my friend, Komi Shoko. She's not very good at communicating with people and longs to make friends with others."

Komi-kun's mouth was open, but no sound came out. Only when you got closer did you realize she was repeatedly saying, "I...I...I..."

Such a personality would make even Hikigaya feel ashamed.

After hearing Kaede's explanation, Yukino asked, "So you want to ask us to help her make friends?"

"No, I'll figure that out myself. I'd like to ask you to be her friends."

It's quite a strange feeling when two people who have no friends are asked to make friends with other people.

"So, do you want to accept it?"

"I'm fine..." Hachiman scratched his head, "After all, we're in the same class."

What is your definition of a friend?

"Alright, I knew you didn't have many friends just from saying that. Anyway, just agree for now, and we'll let the rest take its course."

"...Alright, I'll accept your request."

After the club activity ended.

Today, Feng went home alone and ran into a classmate on the way. I think his name was Changming Xunran.

She was stopped by two guys dressed in motorcycle gear. They were big and strong and didn't look like good people. Feng leaned closer and heard one of the guys say.

"Please go out with me."

"Impossible, I'm a boy."

The speed at which the refusal was made left Feng speechless.

Why do boys wear skirts?

The rejected boy didn't give up. He cornered his friend and grabbed her wrist, saying, "You can't escape now."

The difference in strength made it impossible for them to break free from the bondage.

"Let go of me!" Red marks were left on her wrist from being grabbed.

“Hey, he already said to let her go.” Feng put one hand on the man’s shoulder, and with just a little force, his bones made a cracking sound.

The pain made the boy subconsciously let go. He lost face in front of his friend and, feeling embarrassed and angry, grabbed at Feng's clothes.

Feng nimbly dodged, grabbed the arm and used it to his advantage, executing a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

Before hitting the ground, Feng made a point of protecting the other person's head.

"it hurts."

The boy got up in pain, but Feng's powerful aura frightened him so much that he and the people around him ran away.

"Are you OK."

Feng clapped his hands and went to check on the tamed one.

"It's nothing serious, just a little pain in my wrist. I'm so glad the squad leader was here."

"they are?"

After talking to them, Feng realized that the two guys were actually her friends.

He was very curious as to why someone could have more than five million friends, which was definitely the social ceiling.

"You have so many friends."

"Would the class monitor like to be my friend?"

What is your definition of a friend?

Maple wanted to know how others would answer this question.

After thinking for a while, Xunran said, "Hmm... if we can talk to each other, then we're friends, right?"

"I see. So, there's a price to pay for being my friend."

"Huh?" Xunran covered her body with her hands, adopting a girlish posture, with a blush on her face: "Does the class monitor want to do something strange to me?"

"No way! What's with that expectant look on your face?!"

Feng couldn't help but tap her on the head: "My request is very simple, I just want you to be friends with Komi-san."

The sociable and accustomed-to-social friend was now in a dilemma and began to back down: "No, no, I absolutely can't do it, being friends with Komi-kun or anything like that."

"why?"

The friend talked about what happened when she was a child and spent time with Komi. No matter what she said, Komi would ignore her and even look at her with disgust.

"Huh? So you've known Komi-san for a long time. Actually, Komi isn't scary at all..."

Feng explained the reason for Komi to her, and the girl looked at him with a suspicious look: "Okay, although I'm a little scared, I still want to be friends with the class monitor."

"Let's be friends then. It's getting late, do you need me to take you home?"

"No need, see you tomorrow, class monitor."

"Be careful on the road."

Feng left after his friend disappeared around the corner. On his way home, he was scrolling through videos when he stumbled upon a blogger named Guitar Hero who was sharing popular cover songs.

With over 30,000 followers, I clicked in and listened to a bit of it, and it was surprisingly good, so I casually gave it a like.

Unexpectedly, this small like triggered a chain reaction.

Goto Ichiri returned home, huddled in the closet, entertaining himself by playing the guitar and singing.

"Before my original terrible song annoys my neighbors, I'd better upload the cover song."

While uploading, I was looking through my old videos: "Huh, why are there so many replies in the backend?"

I clicked on the video and was surprised to find it had over 100,000 views. I quickly scrolled down to read the comments.

She discovered that many people were praising her for playing well.

"Hehe." Goto Ichiri grinned foolishly. It didn't matter that her real life wasn't going well; at least there were still many people praising her online.

I bet we're all social anxiety sufferers like me.

She continued scrolling until she saw someone mention that a band had been formed at school and performed at the cultural festival, which directly caused her tons of real damage. She slammed the laptop shut.

"Waaah, stop talking, stop talking."

After a short while, she turned her computer back on: "So why did this video go viral?"

One comment caught her attention.

"That man actually liked it?"

"I also saw it on the homepage push notification."

It was only then that Goto Ichiri noticed that a commentary showed an officially verified musician had liked her post.

Searching for keywords on the homepage quickly yielded several videos: "It's the class monitor!!"

Goto Ichiri covered her mouth in surprise, dragging the mouse. On the screen, the class president was playing a piece of music with elegance, her slender fingers flying, and beautiful notes popping out one by one.

The gentle intro, just like the song's title, made Goto feel enveloped in tenderness.

"He's laughing."

The class monitor in the video always has a smile on his face.

Chapter 115 The Lonely Girl's Self-Conquest

The music was sometimes powerful and sometimes soothing.

Through the headphones, it reached my heart, and finally, it kept repeating a single note, just like the sound of a heartbeat.

The song had finished playing, but she hadn't turned around yet. She stared blankly at the screen, savoring the lingering aftertaste of the music.

"She's so gentle." Goto was mesmerized and started watching the class president's old videos, from when she debuted at the age of six, to Summer, and then to Galaxy, Dandelion, and Clock in the Opposite Direction.

Each song is incredibly powerful, and each has its own unique style.

Boqi scrolled through the comments below the video. There were fair reviews as well as mindless praise, but not a single person disliked it.

"The best among my peers..." Goto leaned against the closet, his hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Such an amazing person was actually his classmate. Recalling their eye contact that morning, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Perhaps we'll have a lot in common..."

【correct! 】

If I bring my guitar to school, will the class monitor talk to me?

Hehe, I'm so clever, I even thought of this method!

The next day when she went to school, she carried a guitar case, her bag was decorated, and she wore colorful bracelets on her wrist.

Passing by a store, I looked at my outfit through the glass and felt very good about myself. I arrived at school early, only to find that it was completely different from what I had imagined. No one even talked to me.

【hold on. 】

Everyone must be busy with something very important.

Time passed little by little, and there was only a short while before class started.

Bai Yinfeng arrived late, holding an unfinished milk in his hand. He greeted the students in the front row, and his eyes swept across the class, immediately spotting Goto Ichiri, who was dressed in a special way.

stunned for a moment.

【What kind of outfit is this?】