Chapter 7. Clash with a slay queen
I had to admit, I looked damn good in the school uniform if l have to say so myself. Black trousers, maroon blazer, and a crisp white shirt underneath—classic.
Surprisingly, Sharon was a student too. Turns out she attended school every day, then spent her evenings raiding dungeons to earn money and pay off our family's debts. Honestly, I felt bad about it. A cute girl like her didn't deserve to work that hard.
She showed me to my class—apparently, I was a first-year—before heading off to her own, as a second-year.
The moment I stepped into the classroom, a group of guys sitting in the corner suddenly jumped up and rushed toward me, grinning like maniacs. One had purple hair, glasses, and a slim build. The other two had black hair, though one was noticeably chubbier.
"Asherman!" the purple-haired one yelled, throwing his arms around me and lifting me off the ground.
"It's really you, bro! You're back!" the chubby one added.
Who the hell were these idiots?
"Guys... wait, put me down!" I protested, but they ignored me, carrying me all the way to the back of the class before finally setting me down.
"Bro, it's been too long. When I heard Shazzy say you regained consciousness, I was like, 'Finally! Asherman is back!' And now, it's time we finally do something about our virginity!" the guy with glasses declared.
...The hell?
"Whoa, hold up there, Four Eyes. What do you mean, 'doing something about our virginity' just because I'm back? You're not saying... you don't mean..."