These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 6Vol 2. : Consolation and Mistakes

I should hurry back. If I'm too late, Lillian might get angry.

When she gets angry... it's utterly terrifying.

Thinking of that, I quickened my pace. But just as I took a step forward, my wrist was grabbed.

What now? Again?

Who is it this time?

"Ethan."

"Wah!"

Someone suddenly called my name, making me jump in shock.

That delicate voice sounded strangely unfamiliar yet vaguely recognizable. I turned around to look.

Sure enough, it was the expressionless Snowy Jiang.

And as I realized where exactly we were, a black line ran down my forehead.

Reacting instinctively, I scooped her up and bolted out of the boys’ bathroom.

As I dashed out, two girls emerged from the girls’ bathroom at the same time. They glanced at me, then at Snowy Jiang in my arms, and their expressions became... quite spectacular.

Shit, shit, shit!

And so, I ran again.

I sprinted down the stairs, heading to the far end of the first floor, stopping in front of the rarely used infirmary. Only then did I finally set her down.

"Hey, hey, hey! What the hell were you doing in there?"

Why is it that whether it’s Lillian or you, you girls can just barge into the boys’ bathroom without a care?

Does that mean I can also waltz into the girls’ bathroom?!

(No, that would just make me a pervert.)

Snowy Jiang silently reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, holding it out to me.

"Yours."

It was the handkerchief I had been looking for earlier. So, she had picked it up.

"Oh, ah, did you pick it up for me? Thanks a lot."

I took the handkerchief and thanked her, but I couldn't help but ask.

"But I still want to know, what were you doing in the boys’ bathroom?"

Could it be that despite Snowy Jiang’s quiet, expressionless exterior, she’s actually a closet pervert? That’s why she sneaked into the boys’ bathroom...

No... no, that can't be it.

If she was actually interested in male anatomy, she wouldn't be able to keep up that blank expression, but she looked completely unfazed.

As expected, Snowy Jiang revealed the real reason she was lurking in the boys' bathroom.

"Investigation."

"Huh? Investigating what?"

"..."

"Ah, if you don’t want to say, then you don’t have to. I was just asking casually."

Snowy Jiang shook her head, then suddenly leaned in close, signaling for me to lower my head.

I bent down slightly, resting my hands on my knees and half-squatting to bring my face level with hers.

Man, Snowy Jiang is really short. With how small she is, if she took off her high school uniform and wore something else, she could easily be mistaken for an elementary schooler.

"...Commission... Investigation... Male..."

"..."

I still couldn’t hear her clearly.

Her voice was way too soft.

Even though I was focusing intently, I could only catch a few scattered words.

So, in summary, someone had commissioned her to investigate a guy, which was why she was in the boys’ bathroom.

"The person you're investigating... is it Meng Fa?"

She nodded.

"I see..."

I wanted to keep asking why she was investigating him, but given how softly she spoke, even if I asked, it would be pointless.

"Anyway, don’t go into the boys' bathroom again, okay?"

Snowy Jiang nodded again. This nodding motion seemed to be her signature move, just like how Lillian’s trademark is her smile.

But she nodded so often that I couldn’t tell if she actually understood me or not.

"Ethan."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Payment."

She extended her small hand toward me, gazing up at me expectantly, like a little puppy waiting to be fed.

"Again...? Don’t tell me it’s hair again?"

She nodded silently.

"You really don’t want anything else?"

Snowy Jiang tilted her head and thought for a moment before adding an additional request.

"Eyelashes."

She said it with such a serious expression that it didn’t seem like a joke. Since her face remained perfectly blank, I had no idea what kind of emotion she was feeling to make such a request.

"Eyelashes, huh... I can’t really pluck them out myself."

I didn’t have a mirror or any tools right now. If I tried to do it, I might poke my eye.

"I’ll do it."

"Alright. I’ll leave it to you."

Girls usually carry makeup kits, so she should have tweezers on her, right?

"Close your eyes."

"No problem."

I didn’t waste time. I took off my glasses, put them in my pocket, and closed my eyes, waiting for her to pluck my eyelashes.

I was bracing myself for the pain, but three or four seconds passed without feeling anything gripping my lashes.

Just as I was about to open my eyes to see what was going on—

A sharp, slicing sound whizzed by my ear.

In that brief moment, I felt a rush of cold wind brush past my forehead, scattering my bangs.

My eyelid twitched. I had the distinct feeling that something incredibly dangerous had just passed by my eyes.

That definitely wasn’t a pair of tweezers.

Although I didn’t feel any pain, why did it feel like I had just barely avoided something deadly?

"Done."

"Is that so..."

I blinked twice and opened my eyes, curiously looking at Snowy Jiang’s hands, trying to see what tool she had used to pluck my eyelash. But before I could see anything, she had already hidden it away somewhere.

Suppressing my curiosity, I handed her a handful of hair.

"Here’s the hair... I’ll be going now."

"Wait."

"Hm?"

I was about to turn and leave, but she deftly stepped on my foot, grabbed my wrist with one hand, and slipped the other hand under my collar, pulling me down once more.

The movement was so smooth, so natural, that I had no time to react.

Then, forehead against forehead, nose against nose, cheeks pressed together.

Snowy Jiang’s doll-like, flawless cheeks felt soft against mine. Despite her petite face having no excess flesh, it was surprisingly cushiony, comparable to Lillian’s chest.

I bet it would feel great to squeeze... maybe I could stretch it out like mochi.

My glasses were somehow taken off again. At such close range, her blue eyes seemed to draw me in, like they were about to suck me in.

I could clearly feel her breath, warm and moist, forming a thin layer of fog on my skin, only to be wiped away by our cheeks rubbing together.

A distance too intimate even for lovers.

I lowered my voice, trying not to let my breath hit her face.

"Uh, Snowy? You’re... kinda too close..."

Too close? More like already glued to me!

Flustered, I even slipped into formal speech.

Was there something she wanted to say to me? She’d gotten close before, but I still couldn’t hear her clearly, so now we were at zero distance for me to hear her better?

"Call me by name."

"Uh... okay. Snowy..."

"Mm."

Before I could finish speaking, she responded faster than ever.

"Is there something you want to say?"

"Mm."

"I’m listening. Go ahead."

"Close your eyes."

Again with the eyes closed? Fine, fine. Let’s just do what she says and get it over with.

If she says what she wants to say, she should leave after that. Although the infirmary was mostly deserted, it was better to be cautious.

After all, someone had already seen me carrying her out of the boys’ bathroom. If someone saw this... I’d be labeled a scumbag.

I closed my eyes again. And then, her tiny hands gently cradled my head.

Something soft covered my eyelids.

And then—wetness.

"Pain, pain, fly away."

Wait, wait, wait—

Did I just get comforted by a loli?!

I could die from the shame.

Oh God...

She kept this up for a while, longer than I expected. By the time she finally let go, I felt... strangely at ease.

Returning to the classroom, lunch break was nearly over.

And just as I expected, the red in Lillian’s title deepened even further...

The entire afternoon passed under an unbearable pressure, as if a gun was pressed against my temple the whole time.

And for some reason, it wasn’t just Lillian’s gaze boring into me. From the back and the side, I could feel several more sharp, prickling stares.

Also... Lyna, sitting next to me — could you at least pretend not to stare so blatantly? At least make an effort to hide it...

Recently, with everything going on, I’ve been getting attention from every direction. It’s like I’m under a spotlight, constantly being watched, making my skin crawl.

I’m not SCP-173. Even if you stop staring at me, I won’t suddenly teleport behind you and snap your neck...

And every time break time rolls around, Snowy Jiang, who sits in front of me, would turn around to face me. Immediately, Lillian would activate her venomous tongue mode, launching veiled barbs and snide remarks, while Snowy just sits there, completely unfazed.

Ah... Is this the so-called battlefield of jealousy?

No, it’s definitely just my imagination. There’s no way I’d # Nоvеlight # get caught up in a love triangle or anything like that.

Haha... hahaha...

But then I remembered what Meng Fa said to me in the bathroom, and I couldn’t laugh anymore.

— "They say a person experiences three peaks of romantic fortune in their life. You must be hitting your first peak of romantic luck!"

... Could that actually be true?

If I remember correctly, "romantic luck" means meeting someone you’re interested in, or encountering your destined partner, right?

So what the hell is my situation right now...?

If this sudden influx of female attention can be considered "romantic luck," then what do you call the kind of luck that sticks to you like glue, ruins your daily life, and even threatens your life to the point where you can’t even force a smile?

Meeting the right person at the wrong time.

Meeting the wrong person at the right time.

But in my case, it must be:

Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time.

Yeah...

Something definitely went wrong somewhere.