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Crime, an unlawful act that is punishable by authorities, provided that people still believe the authorities are justified as ‘good’. If the rumors, gossips were true, then perhaps I am a criminal. That blatant allegation was made by a tall and spiky haired boy, no matter how you look at him, you couldn’t shake off this unpleasant feeling…

It’s like his sole existence is to piss me off.

Under this pressured situation, alternatively I might have gone nuts and went straight to that guy’s face. Thankfully I was wise enough to have a sensible judgment. His existence, despite being a pure annoyance, should somehow be able to give me some clues about their mastermind. Though, with him being the very first to be vocal, it would make sense that he’s a leader, if not the mastermind.

Though really, I’d wish this guy is the mastermind so I can get on with this crap with less hassle.

“So, are you the culprit? You really like talking about other people, don’t you?”

“Ha?! What the hell are you talking about? Culprit? Aren’t ya talking about yourself?

His obnoxious voice made it obvious he’d want no peace. This type of person would just use his accomplices to win his argument no matter what. And no matter what, if they have the numbers, they will back their leader.

If you cannot win by brain, win by numbers. That’s how democratic countries were mostly decided.

I guess trying to prolong the conversation would be a waste of time.

“About myself heh? Well… I won’t mind playing along with you. So,” I placed my hand on the waist to assert my confidence, “Let’s hear what you were talking about me just now.”

His eyes kinda twitched, perhaps he wasn’t expecting my attitude. He may had used to bullying weaker people but to make me your next victim, I’d say there’s limit how brainless can he be.

“The news about your shit is been all over the school now. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Others may not have the courage to speak up but I’m different. Just because you’re the newly elected president, I can’t let you run free after what you’ve done!”

I’d been thinking ways to kill this guy ASAP. You guys knew very well how frustrating watching this kind of person. No joke, in this very seconds of indulging in my own thought process, I pretty much believed I could’ve become one of the top three assassins the world.

It’s so irritating that if this guy becomes an actor, he would’ve won Oscar.

That stinky sense of justice being put in a place where it’s convenient to point out really just demonstrated how well he could become the most-hated char in the series.

“Maybe it’s my fault.”

“Huh…?!”

Although wanting to get even more pissed off, he couldn’t help but question my reply with his extremely frowned eyebrows to which one of them lifted up in arrogance.

“It’s my fault for letting your disgusting mouth run amok in this school. As the president representing the student body, I’d have to take stern actions on you.”

“H-huh?! It’s about you right?”

He slowed down a little bit, trying to take in his composure. His hand raised near his shrugging shoulder and continued,

“—We can’t have a bad person who did shady things as our president, it just won’t do. That’s why we’re calling you off!”

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“I’m not sorry to say I don’t feel any sense of guilty right now. Show me your proof.”

I was certain that my demand would spell a checkmate to this farce but his composure remained unchanged. Instead, his eyes were full with confidence while his lips grinned mischievously. There was a pause as if he’s waiting for something. Afterwards, he looked around his backers before turning back to me.

“Proof? It’s almost like a criminal would say, don’t you think?”

Followed by the guy’s intimidation, his friends started to laugh along in a sense to belittle me. Surely my skin in the forehead wasn’t comfortable with the statement so it twitched slightly not because of how underhanded he played, but how ridiculous it was. He knew damn well that you can’t win without proof.

Farce.

An absolute farce.

Albeit being a farce, he acted like he actually had won. But I somehow realized that the outcome might have been decided the moment he tilted his head to see a person behind me. Once he confirmed a presence, he spoke again,

“—Oh great timing, you’re here.”

As he called someone and walked towards his subject, I made a turnaround to see whom he was talking to. A brown-haired girl, medium length and has a height slightly shorter than average girls. By the colour of her ribbon, she was probably first year student. Though, her appearance was not the main concern.

I see, that’s how you going to play it.

When he reached that girl, he steadily put his hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“You know this girl, right?”

“Nah, maybe not particularly. I’ve been going out with girls a lot.”

Crap, I shouldn’t have said that.

That’s what I thought the moment the girl’s eyes widened a bit after she heard my answer and eventually stooped low. She was in fear. No, a coercion? What was obvious the girl was pretty much uncomfortable, probably didn’t expect to see me here.

“W-why… did you call me here…?”

With the girl being somewhat reluctant, the mood’s intensity raised as every each of us quietly waiting for the next scene. Being quite impatient, the spiky guy queried her but he did it with a gentle voice.

“This guy is the worst right? Tell him what he did to you… in front of everyone here.”

She was being very hesitant as she peeked the guy with the corner of her eyes. No voice came out from her mouth until the guy breathed in deeply and tried to speak again. Realizing that, the girl immediately made a cut.

“Wait! Let me just say it.”

Before finally speaking up, she took a gulp and had a sharp stare directly into my eyes. Then, she sternly pointed forefinger towards my face.

“—That guy! He’s a jerk that always play around girls to satisfy his needs! I’m a victim of his crime!” she yelled as she turned at the other students in the class at the same time, swinging her arms in the direction of her desired sight.

“—So, girls! Please be mindful of this asshole! Avoid falling to his sly trick!”

Oy, oy…

How can you say that?

Unforgivable.

The guy’s lips quirked upwards. His eyes claimed that as if this is the most victorious altercation he had ever obtained.

“As you can see, you’re horrible and we are very much doubting your credibility as our president. Make your way to resign.”

Surely, girls are very fascinating existence. In this world cultured with inequality, just have a girl to do your talk can turn any table around. It’s easy to believe them because girls in general are weaker than boys. Most likely they speak the truth.

What a bunch of crap.

The witnesses in the class had made it clear that the situation was not in my favor. Although they refused to present any sort of proof, the atmosphere was only influenced by mood and anxiety. That’s why these things were not brought to the police because it was purely emotionally driven. Just like what I said, humans are cowardice, they don’t like to deal with something they are unsure. In this case, I was the subject of enigma.

“—Why are you so quiet? Say something prez, no… ex-president!”

Resign? Don’t joke around.

I just got forced in it you know?

I took a deep breath to calm my mind. Next, I carefully observed my surrounding that was surely trying to overwhelm me to actually step down. After I was assured, I finally spoke,

“Alright, but please give me some time.”

“Haa?! There’s no reason that you should delay it!”

“There is, I need to inform teacher and write a resignation letter and everything. That’s why I need time before I can announce it.”

“N‑-“

Ding Dong Ding Dong! The bell rang and Ms. Claire swiftly entered the class announcing “Go back to your seat, we’re starting the class,” with a relaxed voice.

The guy stood still and turned to see the incoming teacher.

“What’re you doing?” asked Ms. Claire.

“A-ah… it’s nothing.”

“Well then, go back to your seat.”

The teacher then also told the girl to go back to her class once she noticed that the girl wasn’t one of ours. The girl and I promptly did as instructed but the guy in the other hand waited me to pass by him. He whispered,

“You’d better keep your word just now…”

“Sure,” I replied as I peeked him by the corner of my eyes.

By chance, I also managed to take a glance of Ms. Claire’s face. Doing the same, her smile threw me in puzzle, it was so mysterious. I couldn’t really read the general intention coming from her.