Chapter 1

Silas suddenly found himself in a classroom, surrounded by other students. Disoriented, it took him a long while to understand what was happening. He turned his head left and right, taking in the sights around him. Everyone was doing various things, whether it was playing on their phone, discreetly chatting with their neighbors, or listening to the lesson seriously.

What the heck is going on?

As far as Silas could remember, he was sleeping in his bed, not looking forward to another lame day of school. He had no memories of waking up, commuting, or starting another school day. Trembling in incomprehension, his mind was running at full speed to try to understand the current situation.

Did someone prank me? But who? And why? No one seems to pay any particular attention to me. Then what? A hidden camera? An act of God? A supernatural event?

Silas tried to rack his brain to remember something, anything. However, no matter what, his last memory was of going to bed—nothing between then and now. Panicked, he wasn't sure what to do. Was this a hidden camera event or a prank?

He didn't want to humiliate himself in front of his classmates. But what if he just shouted out the situation? Everyone is behaving normally. They'd think he was crazy or some attention seeker.

Nervous, he kept sending glances around. His attitude didn't go completely unnoticed, as some other classmates sent him interrogative looks. After around ten minutes of panic, Silas finally had the brain to check his phone. Tuesday, the 18th of September, the third week after going back to school. The date was correct. He remembered going to sleep on the 17th.

Since this was the third week of being a freshman in high school, Silas already had time to make a couple of friends, and Remy was a new friend from this year. The two of them were watching him, thoroughly bothered by his weird demeanor. A bespectacled girl, Jarah, was scowling at him from time to time. She was a serious one and disliked anything that disturbed the class. She wasn't just frowning at him either, but at everyone who wasn't following the lesson, which was a lot of people. She was a busy girl.

Calm down, calm down. Acting like a paranoid hamster isn't going to solve anything. Use your brain, Silas. He tried to scold himself into composure, but it didn't work that well. Eventually, the current first period of math ended when the bell rang and the teacher left the room. Callan and Remy immediately came to his desk. The three of us were like traffic lights with the wrong colors. Callan was tall and had blonde hair with green eyes. He has always been quite popular with the ladies, something Silas envied him for. Silas was neither tall nor small, and his physique wasn't particularly special. With his brown hair and brown eyes, no one gave him a second look, for better or for worse. As for Remy, he was small for a boy but had fiery red hair and blue eyes, making him hard to miss. When standing together in the correct order, looking at us was like the stairs on a kid's playground with a lot of different colors.

"What's up, Silas? Did you eat something wrong this morning?" Callan asked, mainly in jest but with a ton of worry.

"I'm not sure. Say, did you see me arrive this morning?"

"What do you mean? I was here when you came in. Of course, I saw you."

"Huh. Was there anything special about me?"

"Not really. Same old boring Silas."

"Hey, damn it. What about you, Remy?"

"Did you lose some part of your memories? You barely made it in time before the bell rang."

Seeing Silas's expression, he added, "Wait, did you seriously lose your memory?"

"I don't know. I only remember going to sleep last night, and then I was here suddenly."

"Huh. Are you for real?"

"That doesn't sound good. Temporary loss of memory? But if it's just from yesterday to this morning, it's not too long. Could it be you were just on automatic mode and didn't pay much attention?"

"I don't know."

"Is it the first time this happens to you?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm. Do you want to go to the infirmary just in case?"

"No, I'm not feeling bad or anything. It's just super weird."

"You'd be troubled too if that happened to me."

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm fine. It's strange, but I guess it's not a big deal. I didn't listen to anything Mrs. Molnar said, though."

"That's no different from usual. Hahahaha."

"It's true. Damn math, how could such torture exist?"

Callan then added, "Too bad for you two. She's coming back."

Mrs. Molnar was our homeroom teacher. In our school, homeroom teachers had to teach an additional subject, sexual education, which was what our next period was," Silas answered.

"An eight. Damn sexual education. What a drag."

Callan and Remy looked at him in surprise and finally responded, "You said what?"

"What what?"

"What did you say?"

"What a drag."

"Damn sexual education?"

At that moment, the door of the classroom opened, and Mrs. Molnar returned. Silas sat down awkwardly.

His friends scrambled back to their seats, and the sexual education lesson started.

"Alright. Today's topic is blowjobs. Find a partner and practice."

Huh? What? Blowjobs? What the hell? Did I hear that right? Am I seriously getting crazy?

My classmates' reaction was the exact opposite of mine.

"What again?"

"Come on, Mrs. Molnar, just skip sexual education."

"This is a mandatory topic. Don't forget that it'll reflect on your global average score. There'll be tests at the end of each semester."