The Most Beautiful Girl In School Who Got Engaged Is Devoted To Her Marriage Even Though It Was A Political Marriage

The third period is over, and it’s time for recess. I spread out my notebook and reference books on my seat, immersing myself in preparing for the next class.

I basically spend my free time preparing for lessons and reviewing. It’s not because I’m a loner and don’t have any friends. Well, while that’s one aspect, the primary reason is to pass a top-tier university’s entrance exam.

People nowadays think that “having an educational background doesn’t matter,”” but my personal opinion is that “at least, it’s better to have one than not have it.” Especially if I aim to become the chairman of the Yamabuki Group. A leader with an academic background will be more trustworthy than a leader with no academic background. That’s how it is.

In the noisy and lively classroom, I was alone and silently running my pen across my notebook.

“Look at this, Tsukimisato-san!”

While I was reviewing, I suddenly heard a voice and stopped what I was doing.

Is it because Renge’s name came up? Without thinking, I found myself trying to find the source of the voice.

Ahead of my line of sight, several girls were hanging out by the window at the front of the classroom. Among them are Renge and Tamamo-san, who invited me to play the other day.

Renge was looking at the smartphone that Tamamo-san held out to her. Apparently, it was Tamamo-san who called out to Renge earlier.

“Isn’t this MV amazing?”

“That’s right. It’s quite impressive.”

“Right!”

Tamamo-san gets excited, but Renge calmly responds to her. The bright smiles, mischievous demeanors, and blunt remarks that she used to show when she was alone with me were nowhere to be seen.

I guess Renge has a side that only I can see.

Thinking about that, I felt a slight sense of superiority, and I was taken aback.

Wait, what am I thinking? The engagement with Renge is just a political marriage!

I shook my head vigorously, trying to get rid of the feeling of being in love.

Despite our agreement, Renge continues to spend time separately with me, just like before. However, I can’t afford to act this way. I mustn’t engage in behavior that taints our relationship, especially after advising her against spreading our relationship throughout the school.

I take a deep breath to calm my mind.

Meanwhile, Tamamo-san pointed at the screen of her smartphone, as if she wanted Renge to take a look.

“Especially this vocalist! Isn’t he cool!?”

“Yeah. I think so too.”

Tamamo-san asks for her opinion, and Renge nods with a peaceful expression.

…Moyaaa

At that moment, I was struck by a mysterious discomfort. It was similar to frustration but somehow different. It wasn’t as intense as frustration; instead, it was a lingering feeling.

What’s this? This is my first time feeling this way. Besides, why all of a sudden? What triggered it?

The mysterious discomfort didn’t subside and continued to smolder within my chest. It seemed as if my own expression was influenced by this discomfort, growing more stern. I couldn’t understand why.

The sensation of discomfort in my throat, like a small bone stuck, made me scratch my head in frustration. At that moment, our eyes suddenly met, mine and Renge’s.

When Renge noticed that I was watching her, she smiled and moved her lips without making a sound.

(Hidetsugu is the coolest one, though.)

As a closing gesture, she gave me a wink.

I couldn’t help but blush at the bold message.

W-what is she trying to tell me!?

I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t make eye contact with Renge, so I quickly turned my head away. Perhaps amused by my reaction, Renge let out a giggle.

“What’s wrong, Tsukimisato-san? Did something strange happen?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Tamamo-san and her other friends looked at Renge who suddenly starts laughing.

You’re truly a tricky one, aren’t you?

I muttered under my breath and realized that the strange discomfort I had been feeling until a moment ago had disappeared as if it were a lie.

I frowned and twisted my head.

It suddenly surged up, and then it disappeared without any warning… What was that emotion? I’m grateful that it’s gone, but it’s frustrating not knowing its true nature until the end…

With a somewhat unsatisfied feeling, I returned my gaze to my notebook.