In the past, I was always proud of my English grade, which stood above that of my peers, even reaching perfection at times. Yet, I couldn't understand why my gremmer score in Grammarly was rated between 30 and 50. As someone who strived for perfection, I turned to ChatGPT to fix my damn gremmer.
As for editing myself? Hell no. My job is writing, not editing. I don't really care what the text turns into, as long as Grammarly gives it a score above 80. Once that happens, I post my work.
It's not that I'm lazy or anything, but I prefer my own words over the edited version. The edited version is for the public to enjoy, while my original draft is for me. I don't really read the public version because I'm not fond of texts that follow strict grammar rules. I like my fast-paced version that's easier to read and quicker to finish.
I reflected on this while listening to Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei's English lesson.
"Ugh... did you understand anything, Miyuki? This is so damn hard," Ishigami Yuu groaned.
He scratched his head in frustration as the teacher spoke too fast.
I glanced over and saw his notes were a mess; he couldn't keep up with writing down what the teacher was saying.
"Well..." I was about to help the poor guy, but I suddenly felt like someone was watching me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the teacher's gaze heading our way.
Pretending I hadn't noticed, I quickly hid behind my book.
The teacher nodded, apparently satisfied with my fake diligence.
Sorry, my friend. It's not that I didn't want to help, but my face is just too damn handsome, and even the teacher can't stop paying attention to me.
I sighed, lamenting my Caucasian faces.
Anyway, enough joking around. While Yuu might not have cared much about being labeled a cheater due to his status as male, I don't like being labeled a bad student or caught helping a friend cheat. It's enough to give me a negative impression with my teacher.
While pretending to reread my book to catch any grammar mistakes, I stood up from my seat and handed it over to Hiratsuka-sensei.
Afterward, I returned to my seat. Not only did I do this, but most of my classmates did as well after writing down the notes Hiratsuka-sensei spoke of. They carefully reviewed their writing to ensure accuracy before handing over their notes.
I noticed Yuu's hand shaking as he submitted his notes.
Well, it was to be expected—his handwriting was a mess.
When the bell rang, everyone couldn't hide their smiles, and even the teacher noticed. However, she didn't mind and began preparing to leave the classroom. But before she left, she organized the books on the desk and called some female classmates to help her carry them to the office.
Despite how close we were, she didn't ask me for help—likely due to the belief that males shouldn't do hard or physical work. It was considered a woman's job.
In my old world, this would probably be labeled as sexism.
I chuckled inwardly, musing to myself.
"What made you so happy, Miyuki?" Chika's voice almost gave me a heart attack.
Her face was so close to mine, while Ishigami Yuu wisely kept his distance, probably still salty that I didn't help him edit his terrible grammar.
"Nothing," I answered indifferently.
Since the last kiss incident, this girl has been particularly restless. She made no secret of her attempts to chase after me. Unfortunately, even though men are treated better in this world, it doesn't mean women are eager to share their partners.
It would be a huge disaster if Chika ever met Arisu, especially considering the fact that I've already established a sexual relationship with Aris.
I couldn't ignore the reality that I had kissed Chika previously either. While this world's rules operate differently, in my old world, I'd at least be held responsible for my actions, especially when a man does something intimate with a woman.
At least, that's what I knew from my old world.
"So cold, Miyuki... Have I made a mistake?" Her smirked, cheerful facade quickly faded, replaced by a solemn and gloomy temperament—a demeanor that obviously wouldn't belong to the usual Fujiwara Chika seen in the anime.
It was as if the lighthearted girl I knew had momentarily vanished, replaced by someone far more darker.
"Is it about that crippled woman again?"
"Unfortunately, I did tell the truth," I responded, my voice calm but blunt. "It was nothing more than a way for me to amuse myself. I didn't want to share it because it was a matter of privacy. Besides, Chika, it was far too embarrassing to reveal. Are you satisfied with that answer?"
I glanced at her sharply, ensuring my words were as direct as possible.
Her expression softened noticeably, the tension in her features melting away as she cheerfully asked, "How about I give you a treat, Miyuki? It's been so long since we've spoken to each other, especially after the last incident."
Oh, women...
A single day is 'long,' she says.
The way her expressions shift so rapidly—from cheerful to gloomy and then back to cheerful again—is indeed worthy of an Oscar award.
I couldn't help but applaud her silently in my mind while replying, "Hiratsuka-sensei has already instructed me to join the Service Club and participate in their activities. So, if you want me to follow you, you'll have to convince her first."
"Let's see how long she can hold you," Chika remarked smugly as she turned and prepared herself to confront Hiratsuka-sensei.
I was curious, eager even, to witness the upcoming clash between the two.
Who would be stronger in terms of influence and power?
I wanted to see firsthand whether Hiratsuka-sensei truly held the authority I believed she did or if she would fold under Chika's pressure.
If Hiratsuka-sensei couldn't withstand someone like Chika, then what value would there be in seeking her favor? If she could be pushed around by Chika, what would stop her from being overpowered by any of the other influential girls at this academy?
This is my test for her—a test to determine if she's worth investing in or not. She will certainly be a key figure for me, someone who can help hold back those who would otherwise make malicious attempts against me.
I know all too well that my background is too weak in this world. It would be difficult to protect myself from someone capable of flipping the table, and Chika is undoubtedly one of those people.
For that reason, I need more influence. More power. I need to build my own empire, my own web of connections and strength.
And it all starts here.
The die is cast. There's no turning back now.