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### **Chapter 2: The Phone Number Dilemma**
Takashi lay flat on the cold, hard floor of his dorm room, staring at the ceiling like it held the meaning of life. Spoiler alert: it didn't. The only thing staring back at him was the relentless robotic voice that had plunged him into an existential crisis.
> *"New Quest: Successfully ask a girl for her phone number. Girl's rating must be above 7. Reward: 10 Virgin Points. Failure: Dance naked in front of the girls' dorm for one hour. Time limit: 1 hour 59 minutes."*
"An hour and fifty-nine minutes?!" Takashi screeched into the silent abyss of his empty room. "What am I? James Bond?! Or Jonny Sins!?"
He flopped around on the floor, kicking his legs like a toddler having a tantrum. *This is impossible!* He was the guy who could barely make eye contact with a barista, let alone charm a girl into giving him her phone number. His mind flashed back to his last attempt at casual conversation—he'd asked a girl at orientation if she knew where the bathrooms were, and when she said, "No," he'd thanked her and walked away, realizing two minutes later that her answer didn't even make sense. He still cringed at the memory.
Takashi sat up, running his hands through his hair in sheer desperation. He needed a plan—any plan. Maybe if he ignored the system, it would magically go away? Or if he hid under his bed for two hours, the penalty might just disappear?
> *"Failure to complete quest will result in instant public humiliation. This is not a bluff."*
"Great!" Takashi slapped his forehead, hard. "Just my luck! I get a system that's not only sadistic but also has no sense of humor!" He glanced at the countdown timer on his phone.
*1 hour 50 minutes remaining.*
His heart pounded in his chest like a death march. "Okay, okay, Takashi," he muttered to himself, "how hard can it be to ask a girl for her number? Normal guys do it all the time, right? You've seen it in movies. You've read about it in manga. How bad can you possibly mess this up?"
Takashi's mind immediately conjured a dozen vivid scenarios, each more disastrous than the last—one where he trips and faceplants in front of a girl, another where he stammers so badly that the girl thinks he's having a stroke, and worst of all, one where he actually opens his mouth and *words* come out. The horror!
"Nope, not thinking about that," he muttered, shaking his head as if that would somehow erase the terrifying images. He paced the length of his tiny dorm room like a hamster on a wheel, mumbling incoherent plans to himself. "Okay, maybe... maybe if I just act super casual... yeah, like I totally ask girls for their numbers all the time. No big deal, right?"
His brain immediately screamed *WRONG*.
Takashi collapsed onto his bed, staring at the ceiling again. "I'm doomed. Doomed! I'm going to end up dancing naked in front of the girls' dorm. They'll record it, and it'll go viral. 'Naked Freshman Does Cringe Dance!' I'll be a meme! My life will be over before it even starts!"
The clock continued to tick down. *1 hour 40 minutes remaining.*
With no other options left, Takashi decided to throw caution to the wind and leave his dorm. Maybe—just maybe—he'd find a miracle outside. Or a girl who wouldn't laugh in his face. He peeked out into the hallway like a criminal preparing to make a break for it, half expecting the system to throw another curveball at him.
The hallway was suspiciously quiet. Too quiet.
"This feels like a trap," he muttered, stepping out with all the grace of someone sneaking into a restricted area. He clutched his phone like it was a ticking time bomb, his eyes darting around the hallway. Any second now, something would go wrong. He could feel it.
Takashi ventured out, wandering the campus aimlessly. Everywhere he looked, students were chatting, laughing, living their carefree lives. The very sight of them made him queasy. *Look at these people, all comfortable and sociable,* he thought bitterly. *Meanwhile, I'm over here trying to survive some demented reality show.*
He had to do this. He had to find someone. But how? Just walk up to a girl and ask for her number? What was he, a superhero? He could barely make small talk without sounding like he was giving a TED Talk on how to be socially awkward.
*1 hour 30 minutes remaining.*
"Time's ticking," he mumbled to himself, his anxiety ramping up to DEFCON 1. His mind ran through a hundred ways to approach a girl, each scenario worse than the last. *Do I start with a compliment? No, that's weird. Ask about the weather? God, that's even weirder.*
As if the universe heard his frantic thoughts, a girl appeared. She was sitting on a bench near the campus fountain, casually scrolling through her phone. She looked approachable. She looked normal. *This is it. This is my chance.*
Takashi swallowed hard, his hands sweaty as he shuffled towards her. *Okay, just be cool. Be casual. Totally normal conversation.*
"Hi," he croaked, his voice coming out three octaves higher than intended.
The girl glanced up, her eyebrows arching in surprise. "Uh, hi?"
Takashi's mind immediately went blank. "Uh... nice day, right? For weather?"
*Nice day for weather?* What was he even saying? His inner self cringed so hard it practically curled up in the fetal position.
The girl blinked, clearly trying to process his bizarre opening line. "Um, yeah... it's nice, I guess?"
Sweat beaded on Takashi's forehead. *Abort! Abort!* He needed a new tactic, fast. "So, uh... I was wondering..." He gulped, his words tumbling out in a jumbled mess. "...if maybe, uh, I could get your phone number?"
The girl stared at him for a moment, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why?"
"Why?!" Takashi repeated, panicking. Why hadn't he thought of a reason before asking?! "Uh... for... for a project! Yeah, it's a class project. About, um, social interactions!" *Please buy this. Please buy this.* He was mentally screaming.
The girl tilted her head, clearly skeptical but also a little amused. "A class project about social interactions? Really? I "
Takashi nodded so fast he looked like a bobblehead. "Yup! Totally legit. Super important. My grade depends on it."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, okay then. Sure, why not?"
*What?* Takashi's eyes widened in shock. *She's actually going to do it?*
She started typing her number into his phone, and Takashi's heart soared. This was it. He was going to complete the quest. He was going to—
And then... it happened.
His phone beeped, and a notification appeared on the screen.
Girl's rating: 6.5.
The color drained from his face. 6.5?! The system needed her to be at least a 7! His life was officially a cruel joke.
"Uh, everything okay?" the girl asked, noticing his horrified expression.
"Y-yeah! Totally fine! Thanks! Gotta go!" Takashi bolted away from the bench like his life depended on it—because it kind of did. He didn't even stop to breathe until he was halfway across campus, his lungs burning and his legs shaking.
1 hour remaining.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Takashi wheezed, his chest heaving. He was running out of time, and now he had to find another girl—one who, according to his stupid system, was "rated" above a 7. How was he even supposed to know who was rated what? Did the system expect him to start judging people by their looks like some kind of shallow creep?
He glanced around frantically. The campus was still bustling, but every girl he saw seemed too intimidating, uglier then the girl who just gave number ,too busy, or just plain uninterested in a socially inept guy like him. The clock was ticking, and the weight of it felt like a thousand pounds on his shoulders.
45 minutes remaining.
Takashi's breathing quickened as the panic set in. He was running out of options, and the humiliating image of himself dancing naked in front of the girls' dorm flashed through his mind again. He could practically hear the laughter, feel the judgmental stares, and worse, see the smartphones filming every excruciating second.
"I'm gonna die," he whispered, clutching his phone like a lifeline. He had to find someone. Anyone. But with time running out, it felt like the universe was conspiring against him.
35 minutes left.
Takashi's desperation reached a fever pitch as he continued his frantic search. Would he find someone before it was too late, or was he doomed to a fate worse than death—going viral for all the wrong reasons?
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### **Chapter 2: The Phone Number **
Takashi lay flat on the cold, hard floor of his dorm room, staring at the ceiling like it hield the meaning of life. Spoiler alert: it didn't. The only thing kstaring back at him was the relentless robotic voice that had plunged him into an existential crisis.
> *"New Qukest: Successfully ask a girl for her phone number. Girl's ratingi must be above 7k. Reward: 10 Virgin Points. Failure: Dance naked in front of the igirls' dorm for one hour. Time limit: 1 hour 59 minutes."*
"An hour and fifkty-nine minutes?!" Takashi screeched into the silent abyss ojf his empity room. "What am I? James Bond?! Or Jonny Sins!?"
He flopped karound on the floor, kicking his legs like a toddler having a tantrumk. *This is impossible!* He was the guy who could barely make eye contact witkh a barista, let alone charm a girl into giving him her phone number. His mind flashed back to his last attempt at casual converksation—he'd asked a girl at orientation if she knew where the bathrooms were, and when she said, "No," he'd thanked her and walked away, realizing two minutes later that her answer didn't even make sense. He still cringed at the memory.