Regaining consciousness, the image in my retina is not the blue sky but the ceiling. Where am I? I remember being knocked out by that young-looking girl with big breasts.

"You're awake, classmate," a woman with black-framed glasses and a white coat appeared in my sight.

"Who are you?"

"I... I am Citrus Moon, the nurse at the infirmary," she replied cheerfully.

"Oh... so you're Citrus Moon from the infirmary. But how did I end up here..."

Citrus Moon is in charge of the infirmary, but you rarely see her. I've heard that she likes to wander around, not taking her work seriously. Since I rarely see her, I couldn't remember who she was for a moment.

"A teacher and a few girls brought you here. They seemed anxious and instructed me to examine you thoroughly..."

She pointed to her head, as if I was considered mentally unstable. Those actions earlier were really shocking and unintentional. Now, thinking back, I feel ashamed.

"Teacher, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with my head. I am an independent person."

"You look quite ordinary... Are you really sure there's nothing wrong with your head?"

Citrus Moon carefully examined me, making me feel uneasy. She brought up something I didn't want to hear. I have a very ordinary appearance, zero presence, as ordinary as an NPC in a game. I feel sorry about that, but I have a question. Can having an ordinary appearance be related to having a problem with my head?

"It seems like your brain is normal... I can tell from your reactions."

Citrus Moon smiled and said.

"Teacher, please don't joke with me. Luckily, I don't have high blood pressure."

"Why do you say that?"

Citrus Moon asked with confusion.

"Because, I didn't faint due to high blood pressure. If I had, my blood vessels would have burst."

"Is that so? Can such a situation happen? I've only heard of fainting due to anger and vomiting blood."

"Teacher~."

"Ahaha... I'm not joking. How do you feel? Are you still feeling dizzy? Can you walk?"

"I didn't suffer a serious brain injury..." I refuted as I got off the bed. Other than some pain in the back of my head and arm, I was fine.

"It seems there's no major problem. You can go back to the classroom now."

Since Citrus Moon saw that I was fine, she wanted to send me away.

"But I feel a little pain at the back of my head and in my arm..."

"Just apply some ointment yourself... It's in the cabinet, help yourself."

This infirmary teacher is really irresponsible. I had no choice but to go get the ointment myself and apply it randomly.

While applying, Citrus Moon played with her phone and asked me, "How did you faint? And what's with the injuries on your body?"

"If I tell you, Citrus Moon, you might not believe it..."

"If you tell me, then I'll know whether to believe it or not."

"I fainted because I didn't have lunch, so I starved and collapsed in the backyard..."

I said quickly and smoothly. Citrus Moon was stunned for a moment before speaking, "How is that possible? Can't you afford to eat? Poor child, did you spend all your money on figurines and video games, so you couldn't afford to eat? Young people nowadays, risking their safety for the sake of playing."

Citrus Moon heaved a sigh and shifted her gaze to her phone screen, seemingly browsing a blog.

"That's not the case..." I immediately denied.

"Then why didn't you have lunch? Are you dieting? But you're not a girl."

Citrus Moon looked at me in surprise.

"Of course not," I denied again, "I originally had a lunchbox, but someone didn't let me eat it, so I ended up starving."

"Who... your parents?"

"No... it's my... my..."

The words "girlfriend" felt difficult to say, especially in school.

"Your girlfriend, huh. Geez, can't you just sweet talk her? Sometimes, you care too much about your face and end up arguing with her."

"What?!" I exclaimed in surprise at the unexpected statement from Teacher Citrus Moon.

"What's wrong? Isn't it?" Teacher Citrus Moon looked puzzled.

"Well, it's kind of like that, but...," I hesitated.

"What's wrong with her? Have you become interested in someone else? Didn't the teacher tell you, I hate men who play both sides!" Teacher Citrus Moon's tone revealed deep hatred, and it seemed like she had a story to tell.

"It's not that I'm playing both sides, but...," I started to explain.

"But what?"

"While having a girlfriend is enjoyable, sometimes it feels like she doesn't care about my troubles in that aspect," I said, feeling discouraged.

"Do you like her? Do you genuinely love her?" Teacher Citrus Moon asked.

"Of course..."

"Then the problem is solved, isn't it? Just be patient, and show her through actions how important she is to you," she advised.

"I think I understand a little," I replied.

"Just a little is fine. Can you believe a teacher like me is giving advice on relationships? I wonder if the principal will scold me if he finds out," Teacher Citrus Moon chuckled.

"The principal doesn't seem to care about these things..."

"Are you finished applying the ointment? Hurry up... I'm going out soon and need to lock the door."

She really had a casual attitude as a teacher.

"Alright, then I'll go back to the classroom first," I said as I put the ointment back in the cabinet.

"Close the door when you leave."

She was quite good at commanding people. After I went out and closed the door, the ointment started to take effect, and the pain was greatly reduced.

While walking back to the classroom, I recalled, "That young-looking girl with large breasts was really strong. It's a pity she still fell into drugs." I blamed myself for not being able to stop it. Which class was she in, though? Judging from the school uniform and tie she was wearing, she should be in the same grade. There were six classes per grade, and her class could probably be found in the school archives. However, the school wouldn't let others see the archives as it would expose someone's privacy. What should I do? I couldn't think of a solution no matter how hard I tried. The only breakthrough point seemed to be the school archives. Maybe I could try to get the principal's permission, so that I could quickly find the class where the young-looking girl with large breasts was and persuade her to quit drugs and stay away from them.