[COMPLETED] In which 10 dojo trainees compete in Asia's biggest martial arts tournament for a $500,000 cash prize...
「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ANGST • ACTION • FLUFF 」
- VINTAGE VIDEO GAMES & CHINESE AESTHETIC.
- SET IN CHINA, YEAR 2000. 🉐
「 Consider thi...
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— 04 | CAN CALL ME IDOL.
The classroom door slides open at my fingertips. Judging by my zombie walk and frizzy hair, I think it's clear I spent all night training and studying again. Perfect way to start the new semester.
The first thing I see upon entering is Cammy sitting at the desk next to mine, a dozen girls surrounding her as they listen to her stories with intrigue. I guess she's the new foreign exchange student...
Go figure. It's like being foreign makes you a Goddess here, geez.
"Cammy, we love your hair! It's so... Blonde!"
"Yeah, I'm thinking of dying mine like yours. Are those blue contacts??"
"Nope, they're real! See?" Cammy innocently pokes herself in the eye before instantly shielding it. "Ow..."
"Ooo, Cammy! What's Europe like?! I hear it's cold!"
"Yeah. Do you get like, blizzards and stuff?"
"What is a... blizz-udd?"
The girls all laugh admirably, as if she said something funny. Cammy just nervously laughs along. Jesus Christ...
It's funny how someone can gain popularity so quickly. She has that pale skin the girls here all aspire to obtain, as well as big round double-lids and ocean blue eyes. Her hair is always so neat, and face is touched lightly with mascara, blush and pink lipgloss.
Despite the class bombarding her with questions, Cammy's eyes linger on me as I take my seat. It's as if she wants to say something but is suppressing it. I just ignore her glances and continue unloading my backpack.
Ugh. I already miss my old desk... This one's got a bunch of gum plugged underneath and scratches across the top, a prominent "J" carved into the corner—
"Alright class." The teacher finally enters. Everyone returns to their seats before she writes her name on the chalkboard.
"My name is Mrs. Wu, I'll be your teacher for the next academic year. As you know, many of you voted for your new class rep. And the new class rep iiisss...."
Here we go.
".....Sakura!"
"Yes!" Sakura hisses from her seat, immediately standing to collect her badge.
What a surprise! Said no one ever. This is her ninth time in a row being class rep, and third time being head of the student council. She's one of those overly-dedicated, energetic authoritives who get perfect grades and think they're running for mayor.
