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I ran back to my class, panting.
That stupid kid. He almost ruined my whole plan.
Wait.
I was so focused on bringing the male lead breakfast that I forgot to eat my own.
Just as I was about to leave the classroom, a line of text floated before my eyes.
“You idiot side character, have you been leaving him breakfast for so long and not realized you got the wrong desk?”
Who? Who was the side character? Wasn’t I the female lead?
And what was wrong? What did I get wrong?
Wait a second, where did this text even come from?
Before I could figure it out, more comments flooded in.
“LMAO, she’s been doing this for a week and hasn’t noticed she’s got the wrong desk,”
“That’s the villain’s desk!”
“But hey, has anyone else noticed? Since she started leaving the wrong breakfast, the dirt–poor, stick–thin villain who could never
afford to eat has actually put on a little weight.”
“No kidding. She stuffs those sandwiches like she’s packing a donkey, throwing in every meat and veggie imaginable. The only
thing she hasn’t crammed in there is herself.”
“Haha, one of those is probably his only meal for the day.”
“Sigh, but you gotta feel for the villain. He probably thinks she actually likes him, but it turns out she was just leaving it for the wro-
ng person.”
I froze mid–stride.
Instinctively, I looked up.
There, down the hallway.
That slender aloorny boy clutching a crepe–sandwich and a bottle of yogurt, was looking at me, his eyes shining
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“Haha, one of those is probably his only meal for the day.”
“Sigh, but you gotta feel for the villain. He probably thinks she actually likes him, but it turns out she was just leaving it for the wro-
ng person.”
I froze mid–stride.
Instinctively, I looked up.
There, down the hallway.
That slender, gloomy boy, clutching a crepe–sandwich and a bottle of yogurt, was looking at me, his eyes shining.
