บท 127: THE FRIENDZONE CLUB PROMOTION

THE FRIENDZONE CLUB PROMOTION

Hey guys, your king Alaric Eisenhower is here. I know you missed my narration, but sadly, I won't be doing it for a while. But hey, at least you will be with the arrogant heartthrob for this filler chapter.

I'm about to enter the organization that I have convicted myself into, the Friendzone Club. Their office is just beside the locker rooms, a few meters away from the dirty storage room. Well, the club office was originally the Storage Room 1, but who cares. At least the club has an office.

I'm holding a hiking bag full of school supplies. It's quite heavy, but it's required for me to do this. I also have this envelope that contains my formal documents in this club.

When I opened the door, I was wordlessly welcomed by a man in a plague doctor's cloak.

We both had a stare for about five seconds until he finally spread his arm, pointing to the bench. He's silently saying "Have a seat."

I know it's creepy, but you'll get used to it.