Chapter 83: She’s Jealous of Me!

"Money, huh? Yeah, that's definitely a huge problem."

Fujiwara could somewhat understand the difficulties President Shirogane faced.

Shuchi'in Academy actually had a scholarship system, if a student ranked in the top three, their tuition would be completely waived.

It was a special reward system designed for scholarship students since most of them had entered Shuchi'in based on their academic excellence.

Naturally, those with the highest grades enjoyed additional privileges.

But while Shuchi'in had such benefits, other high schools didn't necessarily offer the same financial aid.

So, if transferring schools meant incurring costs he couldn't afford, the idea of following someone else to a new school would be completely out of the question.

"Besides tuition, there's also the matter of the school's reputation," Ren added.

"Teitan High School is a good school, but at the end of the day, it's still a public institution. There's a huge gap between it and private elite academies like Shuchi'in."

"The social network built within Shuchi'in is a form of unshakable wealth."

"There's no way President Shirogane would throw that away."

"And after graduating from Teitan, you wouldn't receive the same level of recognition or career opportunities as a Shuchi'in graduate."

It would be a miracle if students from an elite private school and a regular public school were treated the same.

Everyone knew that graduating from an aristocratic institution opened far more doors.

Ren believed that Shirogane, who had climbed to the top from rock bottom, understood this perfectly.

Rather than transferring to another school just to chase after Kaguya, who had already moved on, it made far more sense for him to remain as the student council president of Shuchi'in.

Though whether he could keep that position was another matter entirely.

Most of Shuchi'in's elite didn't actually fear Shirogane Miyuki himself.

They feared Shinomiya Kaguya.

In terms of leadership ability, Shirogane was no more capable than previous student council presidents.

And yet, his predecessor had been sent off to manage a tea plantation.

So why was Shirogane able to maintain his authority?

Because everyone in Shuchi'in knew that Shinomiya Kaguya was backing him.

Fujiwara however, had some doubts.

"Hmm… would the president really be that pragmatic~?"

Ren shook his head slightly, correcting her interpretation.

"It's not about being pragmatic, it's about being realistic."

"If there were even the slightest chance of him winning over Shinomiya, maybe transferring schools would make sense."

"But Shinomiya isn't giving him that chance."

As much as she hated to admit it, Fujiwara had to agree with Ren's reasoning.

If Kaguya had given the president some hope, he probably would have transferred to Teitan without hesitation.

But now that Kaguya had made her stance clear, transferring schools wouldn't change anything.

"Yeah… you're right."

And besides, she also knew Kaguya's secret.

A story from another world.

Even she couldn't help but be intrigued by the existence of the supernatural.

Kaguya's ability to freeze time had come from a diary.

Was that even logical?

Could a normal person not be curious about something like that?

Fujiwara certainly couldn't suppress her curiosity.

That was part of the reason why she had transferred to Teitan.

Anticipation. Excitement.

"Then, do you think I'll ever get one of those magical diaries?"

"You're interested in mysteries too, huh?"

"Hehe~ I am the great Love Detective Chika, after all. Anything mysterious piques my interest."

Fujiwara puffed out her chest proudly, then quickly moved closer to Ren.

"So? Can I?"

"I'd love to say yes, but I'm not the one in charge of distributing them. It's all random."

"Random?"

Fujiwara sat back down beside him, crossing her arms in thought.

"A phenomenon as mysterious as this can't be purely random. Kaguya mentioned something about rules, right?"

Ren nodded.

"There must be a pattern."

"But to confirm it, we need to see who gets the next diary."

"That said, we've already identified some of the existing rules."

Fujiwara perked up immediately, her eyes gleaming with interest.

"For starters, the first diary holders, Shinomiya, Mouri, and Sanzen'inbare all the heroines of the story."

"Oh~ Heroines, huh~?"

Fujiwara narrowed her eyes in amusement.

"Then what about me?"

"Am I an important supporting character?"

"Yes."

Fujiwara was an incredibly important supporting character.

But at that moment, Ren hesitated slightly.

"Is there something you can't say?"

"Well… it's just that one of your nicknames in the story isn't exactly flattering."

"Oh! Now I definitely want to hear it!"

Fujiwara's curiosity only grew stronger.

"...A well-fed sow with all her nutrients concentrated in her chest."

"…Eh?"

Her expression froze.

That was… way too harsh.

"Well, to be fair, that was just Kaguya in the story venting her frustration when you interrupted her alone time with President Shirogane."

Fujiwara stared blankly for a moment before slowly looking down at her chest.

Then, she thought about Kaguya's almost nonexistent chest.

Gradually…

She started to feel better.

"Huhu~ Kaguya's jealous~!"

"The Kaguya in the story is so mean! She blames my figure when hers is the problem!"

As she spoke, she subconsciously rolled her shoulders.

"She has no idea how much trouble a good figure causes!"

"First off, shoulder pain! The weight isn't exactly light, you know!"

"Then there's physical activity! Having these around makes some things way more inconvenient!"

"Not to mention how I always have to be mindful of the way guys look at me!"

Fujiwara continued venting about the struggles of having a well-endowed figure.

It was the kind of complaint only blessed individuals could make.

And yet, for the less fortunate, this kind of complaint was nothing short of a luxury.

People who had everything often took it for granted.

And those who lacked it… could only envy from afar.

"Click!"

Just as the conversation was about to continue, the door to the clubroom suddenly swung open.

Bright sunlight spilled into the room.

A petite figure stepped inside.

Her voice, sharp and unmistakable, sent a chill down Fujiwara's spine.

"I don't have a good figure, so I'm jealous of you. I'm so sorry, Fujiwara-san.."