I Am That Ghost

"Class monitor, do you know what the most painful thing in the world is?"

The sports committee member stared at the three siblings flirting in the back row, his eyes practically glowing green with envy.

"Death before spending all your money?"

"No."

"Spending all your money before dying?"

"No."

"So you’re actually that gay?"

"Go to hell..."

"Then what is it?"

The sports committee member turned his head, his face twisted in anguish. "It’s a siscon without a sister watching other siblings flaunt their love."

Hearing this, the class monitor—also a fellow siscon—nodded deeply in agreement. "Sigh... you’re absolutely right."

After a pause, as if struck by a sudden thought, he slapped his thigh. "Actually, it’s a double-edged sword."

"Oh? How so?"

"Think about it. Gu Luo, Junior Sister Man, and the three Luo sisters can flirt all they want, but it stops there. One shares his surname, and the other three are stepsiblings—none of them can actually be together." The class monitor raised an eyebrow.

"Imagine living with four beautiful girls but not being allowed to have any romantic thoughts. If it were you, wouldn’t you be frustrated?"

"Plus, sooner or later, they’ll get married. As their brother, wouldn’t he be heartbroken?"

"Damn... that logic... makes perfect sense." The sports committee member stroked his chin thoughtfully, trying to put himself in Gu Luo’s shoes. It really was agonizing.

As normal teenage boys, who could resist the charm of those sisters?

"Right? But we’re different—at least we have the right to pursue them." The class monitor narrowed his eyes with a knowing smirk and concluded:

"So, in this regard, we’ve got one up on Gu Luo."

"Something feels off, but I can’t argue with it." The sports committee member nodded slowly, then shook the head of Situ Wenyao, who was slumped over his desk.

"Hey, Haki Yao, what do you think?"

But Situ Wenyao said nothing, lost in his own delusional fantasies.

"Hey, you two geniuses, do you always scheme out loud like this?" Feng Youqing turned around, crossing her legs and shooting them an annoyed glance before adding disdainfully:

"And what kind of messed-up moral victory is that?"

She then turned to Gu Ximan and Lu Xuexue and asked:

"So, these two weirdos want to pursue you. What do you think?"

Having overheard their loud plotting, Gu Ximan replied casually, "I’m never getting married. I’ll just stick with that jerk Gu Luo forever and make him my slave."

The real meaning behind her words—Since Gu Luo and I can’t marry, we’ll just live together.

But to outsiders, it sounded like this siscon sister was a staunch spinster, determined to cling to her brother for life.

Lu Xuexue, blushing, quickly added, "I... I’ll stick with Manman."

The real meaning—I want to live happily with Manman and Brother Gu Luo.

But to outsiders, it sounded even more extreme—not only was she a spinster, but she also planned to shack up with her bestie.

However, to Gu Luo’s ears, it translated to—Gu Ximan and Lu Xuexue, two beautiful girls in love, don’t care about marriage certificates.

As for Situ Wenyao? He was lost in his own delusions—fantasizing was fun, and he never wanted to stop.

The groups were completely on different wavelengths.

"Wow~~~"

Feng Youqing was instantly hooked, her eyes sparkling. She hadn’t expected Junior Sister Man to be this much of a siscon, willing to forsake marriage just to stay with her brother.

And Xuexue was the ultimate best friend.

In this day and age, spinsterhood and child-free lifestyles weren’t uncommon, so it wasn’t shocking.

But hearing Gu Ximan declare she’d never marry just to stay with Gu Luo made the sports committee member and class monitor seethe with envy.

Is there no justice?

No laws?

A top-tier siscon sister like that—any siscon would spoil her rotten.

In their hearts, they roared in unison—Gu Luo, you bastard, you don’t deserve this!

"Hah..."

After a shudder, Situ Wenyao slowly sat up, scanning the peculiar atmosphere in the classroom before making a silent resolution.

He was going to pull off the ultimate flex.

One so grand it would utterly crush Gu Luo.

The chance to surpass the master was right before him.

......

Time always flew by leisurely at Guangya.

In the blink of an eye, it was the last class of the afternoon.

A few minutes before the bell, Old Wang picked up his thermos and walked out, casually tossing over his shoulder:

"Self-study. If you’re gaming, keep an eye on the time—don’t miss club activities later."

"Who has time for games? Until we find out who the ‘ghost’ is, I can’t focus on anything," grumbled a round-faced, bearded guy once Old Wang left.

"I can’t take the blame for this. I already said I misspoke this morning—I’m not the ghost."

All day, he’d felt like the class was eyeing him weirdly.

It was an awful feeling.

After a pause, he swore in front of everyone: "I swear I’m not the ghost. If I am, may every anime I follow end in a trainwreck!"

As the class’s second-biggest otaku, this was no light oath.

"So who is the ghost then?" a ponytailed fujoshi asked, stirring the pot.

"I still think it’s the class monitor. The IP checks out," a girl chimed in.

The class monitor slammed his desk. "Hey, how many times do I have to say it? Tianjin is Tianjin, Sichuan is Sichuan!"

"Then it’s the sports committee. He’s always sitting in Haki Yao’s lap, looking way too comfortable," another fujoshi teased.

"Hey, hey! When have I ever looked ‘comfortable’? That’s slander!"

"I think the guy wearing long white socks is more suspicious."

"Fine, I won’t wear them anymore, okay?"

"......"

The class erupted into chaos—fujoshis ganging up on straight guys, who desperately tried to prove their heterosexuality.

In the back row, Gu Luo sat by the window in Shen Yue’s seat, texting his little angel and staying out of the commotion.

But then—

"QUIET!"

The sudden shout made Gu Luo jump. He set down his phone just as Situ Wenyao, seated in front of him, stood up and strode to the podium.

His first words were:

"I’m the ghost."

The class fell dead silent.

All eyes locked onto him.

Situ Wenyao stood with his hands behind his back, his voice steady. "That’s right. I like guys—I’m bi—and I’ve hidden it well until now."

"But so what?"

"I don’t steal. I don’t cheat. I live with integrity."

"If you’re so desperate to find the ghost, I’ll come forward myself."

The classroom remained dead silent. The fujoshis' eyes sparkled with excitement, while the straight boys instinctively clenched their buttocks in unease.

Noticing this, Situ Wenyao swept his gaze across the faces of the male students, feeling a surge of satisfaction inside.

Brother hiding in the crowd, don’t be afraid. I’ll take this bullet for you.

Even if it’s just one person, I won’t give up.

In such a critical moment, only I, Situ Wenyao, would step forward without hesitation.

That’s right—even if it meant earning the gratitude of just one person, Situ Wenyao would stand up without a second thought.

Even if someone liked guys, they kept it to themselves without causing trouble for others.

But their classmates had gone too far.

At first, it might have been for fun, but things had escalated, even crossing into personal attacks.

No one spoke up—some joined the mob, while others stayed indifferent.

In this regard, even Gu Luo couldn’t compare to him.

Don’t worry, bro. I’ve got your back.

Thinking this, Situ Wenyao spoke again to reinforce his credibility: "Everyone knows the class sports rep is my good friend. We hang out a lot in private. I admit—when he sat on my lap, I was really happy. I even wanted to hug him."

The moment these words left his mouth, all eyes turned to the sports rep, who was now drenched in sweat.

The sports rep’s hair stood on end as he shuddered violently.

Situ Wenyao looked at him earnestly and said,

"Sports rep, I always liked girls before I became friends with you."

"I became friends with you because I thought you were a good person."

"Then, I started caring about you. Slowly, I realized… I’d truly do anything for you."

"......"

The sports rep wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stammered, "I… I kinda get it… kinda… not everything…"

Hearing this, Situ Wenyao asked solemnly, "Sports rep, do I still have a chance to be your good friend?"

"Let’s… talk later." The sports rep covered his face in despair, muttering hopelessly, "But I swear, I’m never going to a sauna with you again."

After a pause, he pointed behind him at Feng Youqing and added,

"Ha, Wenyao, what about Qing-jie—"

Instantly, all eyes shifted to Feng Youqing.

This idiot… As his childhood friend and longtime confidante, Feng Youqing knew exactly what was going through Situ Wenyao’s mind. Cursing him inwardly, she met the stares head-on and declared boldly:

"What are you looking at? No matter what my man’s like, I’ll always love him!"

Whoa!

This sent certain groups in the class into an even bigger frenzy.

Situ Wenyao stood tall at the podium, his back straight, practically glowing with satisfaction.

Even if I only protected one person, that’s enough.

Just as he was about to launch into another passionate speech, his peripheral vision caught Huang Anlu walking past the window.

Huang Anlu glanced curiously at the class’s varied expressions, adjusted her glasses, and whispered something to the ponytailed girl sitting by the window.

The ponytailed girl blinked in surprise before exclaiming involuntarily:

"Huh? Senior, so this morning was just a dare?"

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