Chapter 3

"If you say you don't want to transfer, then don't transfer. You are meddling too much."

I grumbled unhappily, slipping the pen under the table and continuing to spin it secretly.

"I'll just spin, and I'll keep spinning." A hundred pounds of rebelliousness made me keep repeating the movements on the tip.

I imagined that the pen in my hand was Bran's **

"Hmph, I'll get back at you for embarrassing me in front of the goddess."

Unexpectedly, Bran suddenly turned his back to us on the podium and held onto the blackboard.

An unusual blush crept across his face.

Bang! The pen in my hand slipped and fell to the ground.

Sorry, my pen-spinning skills aren’t very good.

“Hey, let me pick it up,” I said.

Unexpectedly, my deskmate accidentally stepped on the pen.

“Ah!~~”

Bran suddenly screamed, leaned on the desk in pain, and beads of sweat appeared on his face.

"Teacher, are you okay?" the female student in the front row asked with concern.

"No...it's okay, this is the question, everyone can study on your own from now on."

I stood up and saw Bran sitting down with a strange expression on his face, hunched over.

Tsk, it’s not like you’re a girl and you don’t have your period, why are you being so sissy?

I started to do the questions unhappily, holding the pen tightly in my hand.

I didn’t know the answer to this question, and I didn’t know the answer to this one either.

I started staring blankly forward, biting the pen cap.

Little did I know, Bran was up at the podium, growing increasingly impatient and practically hating me.

"Strange, why is the ink leaking when I just changed the refill?"

I quickly found a napkin to wipe it, and the teacher's expression on the podium seemed to slowly relax.