“Uh… Don’t worry about that. Whether it’s the elder sister type or the motherly type… I’m not interested.”
Sylvia’s face darkened as she coughed twice, then she spoke again, “Besides, Keti isn’t without a mother, so how could she be attracted to you just because of a little scheme? That’s absolutely impossible…”
“Mm… your mouth really is sharp~ Hmph, having her around is a whole different matter~ Anyway, she’s not feeling it right now, is she~?”
“Don’t think you look so unconcerned, but in reality… you’ve already started thinking about how to define your own role~ Let me remind you in advance, the little sister type is definitely off limits~”
The purple-haired, jellyfish-headed big sister didn’t take Sylvia’s objection seriously at all. Instead, she smiled, wagged her finger, and continued analyzing:
“Because, you know, the little sister role overlaps with the childhood friend type, so Alice already occupies the younger type, while I’ve claimed the older type. What does that leave for Sylvia-chan~?”
The priestess hadn’t finished teasing yet, when… a flash of cold steel reflected on her face.
The purple-haired, jellyfish-headed big sister immediately wore a terrified expression, trembling as she waved her hand at Sylvia, who had drawn a hatchet.
“No need to leave me anything… all these ‘types’ can just be eliminated…”
“Ah no no no… J-just kidding, hahaha, I was only joking, uh… the yandere type might… might actually suit you, right? Ahahahaha… ugh… Sylvia-chan, put the knife down! Didn’t we agree? Fair competition, let’s keep it fair, wah…”
So, who should I look for as the last person?
During lunch break, the two students I rescued from being kidnapped by Jiaxia had already come to sign up. It seemed Lynn had already spoken to them, so there was no trouble at all.
Kutar simply told Keti, nervously and honestly, “Teacher, I’ll participate in that competition, but… I probably won’t get any good results, I might even come in last.”
“Not that I ever expected those two to achieve anything, after all, they’re just Ximon’s lackeys in class, not outstanding at all. Really, I only rescued them last time so they could make up the numbers.”
But… as a teacher, how could I deny my students? So, the silver-haired beautiful girl patted her chest and said:
“Don’t worry, your teacher will give you special training. I guarantee all of you will get decent results!”
Mm… that’s about how I said it. But… judging by Kutar and the others’ faces, they didn’t look confident at all.
Anyway, with Kutar and his friend, Layla and Sylvia both agreed as well. That left just one person I still needed to find.
According to my rival’s analysis, this last person had to be capable of getting a good result, couldn’t just be a random participant, and had to be from my own class.
Also, if I wanted to persuade them to join, I’d have to be fairly familiar with them, otherwise… just convincing them would be exhausting, Keti thought.
So… aside from the two students I’d saved before, was there anyone else in class who would be easy for me to handle?
Keti stroked her chin in thought, then suddenly remembered… well, not exactly suddenly—he was the only one left!
If not one I’d saved, then one I’d beaten up!
Knock knock knock—!
“Come in~”
With a series of knocks, Ximon slowly pushed open the office door and walked in, visibly nervous.
“Miss Keti, you wanted to see me…”
“Mm~ Class Rep, have a seat, have a seat~ Thank you for coming early to school. I have something very important to discuss with you, so I had to ask Kutar to get you here early so I could talk while the other teachers weren’t around.”
“Um… Teacher, I…”
Ximon sat down nervously in front of Keti and lowered his head.
To be honest, being alone like this would have been an exciting opportunity for Ximon.
Especially since the girl just now said it had to be discussed when no one else was around. With that in mind, the golden-haired young master should have felt thrilled.
But, but…
Thinking about today’s sudden transfer student, and the fact that Miss Keti never sought him out before, Ximon felt like something was off.
After the big brain beat out the little brain, the young master couldn’t help but feel a chill—could he have unwittingly gotten involved in some mysterious, complicated entanglement around Miss Keti?
Layla, Sylvia, and Lynn… all people he absolutely couldn’t afford to offend, gulp… especially those two girls, last time they nearly killed him, too… too scary!
So after a moment, the young master looked up, eyes brimming with tears, and said:
“I’m sorry, Miss Keti, I can’t do it, I can’t kill those two women who trouble you, wuu~ they’re terrifying, they’re really terrifying—!”
The silver-haired beauty fell silent, then tilted her head in confusion, her mouth twitching:
“Uh… Wh-what are you talking about! Did you think I was going to give you an assassination order? Do you see me as your teacher, or a mafia boss…”
Keti helplessly scratched her hair and frowned, “I only called you over to ask if you want to participate in this year’s freshmen competition, it has nothing to do with Layla and Sylvia! Have you been staying up reading too many novels lately, with all sorts of wild things on your mind!”
“Ah, um… cough cough… So that’s what this is about, hahaha… uh…”
Ximon immediately looked away awkwardly, and after a moment, hurriedly tried to save face, “I-I-I… I was just kidding!”
Really, was it just a joke?
Keti blinked helplessly, not understanding why this kid was so PTSD about Layla and Sylvia. Oh… right, those two nearly kidnapped him last time.
Ahem, but still, at the tavern, I beat him up and even stepped on his face, so why didn’t he react to me as badly?
Uh… after thinking for a while, Keti figured it was better to let it go—there was no point obsessing over this. Dealing with the competition was more important!
“Alright… let’s get down to business! Your teacher really wants to participate in this year’s freshmen competition, but it requires at least five people, and we’re still one short!”
“After thinking it over, I think you’re the best candidate, so just sign this registration form, okay!”
“Uh… but, Miss, I…”