Henry Carter, uncertain, tentatively asked, “That’s right, I’m Carter. And you are…?” He was being overly cautious, even accidentally using honorifics.

The short girl squinted her eyes into crescents, her expression growing even more annoyed as she blushed with anger. “You don’t recognize me?”

“Uh… have we met before?”

The girl seemed like she wanted to explode but couldn’t, holding it in for a moment before suddenly standing on tiptoe, stretching her mouth to latch onto the rim of the ramen bowl on Henry Carter’s tray, and with a loud slurp, drank a big mouthful of his ramen broth. She then shot Henry Carter an angry glare and strode off, her small figure disappearing in an instant.

What just happened? Henry Carter stood there, baffled, and after a moment asked James Walker, “She… who is she?”

James Walker was also stunned. In all his years, this was the first time he’d seen something like this—someone brazenly stealing someone else’s ramen broth? After thinking for a moment, he said, “Judging by her height… I think that’s Emily Turner from Class C.”

Over there, Ryan Smith had already found a seat and was waving them over. As Henry Carter walked over, he asked in confusion, “Emily Turner from Class C? Why would she do that?”

Drinking someone else’s ramen broth out of nowhere—she must be crazy, right?

James Walker was just as puzzled. “I don’t know either. From the info I’ve gathered on the girls at school, you two shouldn’t know each other! She’s a local, you’re from Tottori Prefecture, that’s pretty far apart… Weird, weird!” He followed Henry Carter over and sat down, still showing off his intelligence-gathering skills. “Emily Turner, apparently got in from a public junior high in the DS district, blood type A, Capricorn, shortest in the grade, claims to be 150 cm, but rumor has it she hides lifts in her shoes and is actually only 145 cm, and her figure is AA grade.”

Henry Carter looked at his ramen bowl, hesitating. He wondered if Emily Turner had any contagious diseases—could he still eat this? If he threw it away, his wallet would take a hit. He had no income right now, and 250 yen wasn’t a lot, but it wasn’t nothing either. Lost in thought, he absentmindedly replied, “What’s AA grade?”

James Walker had been waiting for that question. Picking at a splinter on his chopsticks, he grinned gleefully, “You don’t know? Let me teach you, this is all knowledge! AA grade means her bust difference is only 7.5 centimeters—she’s super flat-chested, probably still wearing a training bra. It’s just too sad!”

He burst out laughing at his own joke—even when he laughed, he looked annoyingly smug!

Henry Carter glanced at James Walker, speechless. He’d only known him for less than ten days and already learned about 266 types of girls’ underwear… If this guy put that much energy into studying, he’d easily get into a good university and secure a bright future, but instead, he wasted it all on this nonsense.

James Walker laughed to himself for a while. He actually enjoyed talking to Henry Carter. His “childhood friend” Ryan Smith was a taciturn stickler, who either ignored him or scolded him with a stern face whenever he spoke. It was rare to find someone who could patiently listen to his nonsense and put up with him. Seeing Henry Carter hesitating over his ramen bowl, he quickly figured out what was going on, his eyes darting mischievously as he pushed his own bowl over with a sly grin, “Let’s switch!”

Henry Carter shot him another look and immediately understood his intention—he was staring at the spot where Emily Turner had slurped the broth, probably hoping for an indirect kiss!

This guy, there should be a limit to how pervy you are! Have you never seen a woman in your life?

He cursed inwardly, then simply picked up his chopsticks and started eating—James Walker’s ramen was a bit more expensive, and he didn’t want to take advantage of him. Plus, he didn’t have much money left and didn’t want to buy another bowl, so he just put up with it!

James Walker was thick-skinned and didn’t care about Henry Carter’s eye roll. He’d mostly been joking anyway. As pervy as he was, he never really intended to go for an “indirect kiss,” so he just said, “Itadakimasu!” and started eating, changing the subject—he actually wasn’t that interested in girls like Emily Turner who didn’t act feminine; a few jokes were enough. He asked, “By the way, Carter, what club are you planning to join?”

This question immediately caught the attention of Ryan Smith, who was slowly eating his fried noodles on the side. He looked up, a bit expectant.

Chapter 3: High School Clubs

“You mean clubs?” Henry Carter asked with his mouth full of ramen.

China and Japan are separated by the sea. Despite deep-seated hatred, their cultural influence on each other has never ceased. But Henry Carter’s understanding of Japanese high schools came only from anime like “Slam Dunk” and “School Days.” Now, with the identity of a Japanese high school student, he didn’t want to draw suspicion or end up dissected for science, so he had to pretend to know things he didn’t, hoping the others would say more so he could follow along.

As expected, the chatterbox James Walker spoke up again, “That’s right, what club are you planning to join? Ryan is probably still going for the kendo club, right?”

Ryan Smith nodded slightly, and James Walker looked smugly satisfied, then turned to Henry Carter with a sly grin. Henry Carter smiled and shot back, “What about you? Which club are you planning to join?”