"Erlig, get up. It's time for school."

I woke up to Annie's voice. As I looked around, it was the same surroundings that greeted me for the past few days. Sighing, I quickly did my morning routine. I washed up and hastily ate breakfast.

Yesterday, as I looked through workbooks and Birchland High's schedules, I figured out what to do. The material was mostly things that I learned during my high school years and the first few years of college. I forgot some things, but most of the material I still remembered, and somehow I managed to do the homework.

I took my bag, which I gathered up yesterday, and after saying my goodbyes, I left the apartment. As I listened to lighthearted music, I started thinking. The question that was occupying my mind was what happened to me. It was definitely not a standard game bug.

Was it like in those novels that I read where people got sucked into the game world? No, it was something different, as this game felt different than when I was playing it. Not only the people, the overall aesthetics, and the main stage, schoolllege, changed.

Maybe I had an accident and was now delirious, in a world of dreams? It was plausible speculation.

"Argh, dammit! What the hell happened." I struck a near lying can with my foot, startling a few passersby.

No matter how hard I racked my brain, I couldn’t come to any meaningful conclusion. There was a small lingering thought that maybe, just maybe, this was a reality and the "real world" was just a dream, but I quickly shook this off. How could've I dreamed about "reality" if I didn't see it anywhere? But this world, this world I've seen as a game.

"I need to find someone who I can trust and discuss this."

Considering different hypotheses, I didn’t notice how I was already in front of the school gate. Even though yesterday I felt that I might get lost on the way, I still finished up coming here without a hitch. Maybe it was because I was thinking of something else, and this body went on its own.

"Sigh, I hope I will quietly go through this." I went to my classroom. As I walked in, I carefully peeked at "my schoolmates". And they all looked like a bunch of misfits.

On average, schools had around nine hundred pupils, and only a tiny amount of them would dress informal, and even a lesser amount would cause trouble. But looking at the people around me. I felt like I was in a school that was reserved for delinquents only.

Almost every one of them wore their uniform, but it was so heavily modified that only the colors could've been recognized. Lots of accessories such as earrings and necklaces, rings, piercings, bracelets, and some of them even had tattoos.

The guys were buff, although I must say not as buff as this body. Almost all of them had stylish haircuts and fashionable clothes remodeled from their uniform to match the latest trend. But it was hard to call what they wear a uniform. Especially, when you saw a few students that were present here and dressed like me.

While the guys looked like chick magnets, girls didn't lose one bit. They were extremely hot, with most of them rocking deep cuts in combination with formidable chests. Small skirts or shorts. And I swear I saw one of them walking in the jean hotpants that exposed half of her butt cheeks.

I once again looked at myself and my clothes that looked overly serious. In fact, this suit-like uniform made me more eye-catching in a crowd like this.

"And how the fuck I should spend my time quietly when I'm sticking like a sore thumb." I sighed once again.

My classroom was on the first floor, and I located it fast enough. As I entered, there were already some students talking amongst each other.

I saw three rows of double desks. Some guys were already sitting together, talking with each other. A few of them, at the end of the class, crowded over the turned desks. Discussing something and laughing loudly.

But one thought struck me like a lightning. I didn’t remember where this body's seat was. Or to be more precise, I didn’t know it. I stood at the doors and thought about what to do when one of the guys sitting in the front noticed me.

"Hey, big guy, why are you standing there? Take your seat."

It was a small fellow that looked like he didn’t belong here. Even though most guys looked much more handsome here than in reality, he still managed to look even blander than my body in reality. But the way he wore his uniform properly made me remember. He was the one and only protagonist's friend, Jet.

"Why are you standing there like a tree? The school will soon start."

As he urged me, I went to him and started unpacking my bag.

"What happened to you? You still haven't recovered?" He asked me as he looked genuinely concerned.

"I… think so?" I didn’t know what to answer. That's because I didn’t know what the hell happened before I occupied this body.

"Are you perhaps still suffering from a concussion of some sort?" He looked me over.

"What? No, nothing like this, I-I just felt unwell."

"Are you sure?" As he looked into my eyes, I felt something other than his concern for my wellbeing. Was he feeling nervous or relieved?

"Now that you mentioned it, I guess I have some trouble with my memory." As I said this, I looked at his reaction. He visibly trembled from my words.

"Wow, are you serious? You should rest in the bed then, don’t you?"

It was good advice, but I didn’t even know why I attended the hospital in the first place. And my parents acted like everything was normal, so I could only mix some lies to get myself from this mess.

"They said that I'm one hundred percent healthy, and my memory will soon return as I attend school. And for example, I still remember your name, Jet. There were no other aberrations."

"That's good," Jet looked relieved by what I said and nodded a few times, "So I guess it's my job as your best friend to make you remember everything you forgot, so don’t shy away and ask me anything," he patted himself on the chest.

"Yeah, I will."

In most scenarios, Jet was the most trusted friend of the MC, along with two girls. He will support and advise you in most of the school events. And even in the worst-case scenarios, he would still be of some help.

Written as a cheerful, pervy, and a bit lethargic character. He was in the game to make the protagonist more notable. Still, he quickly came to be hated by most of the players. Because he could cuck the protagonist.

But as I stated earlier, romance interests in this game were of no concern to me, so this little guy wasn't a threat to me. Especially in a situation when I didn't know what the hell happened to me. Both in the real and the game world.

"Then I will ask you the first question, could you please confirm our class schedule and what I usually do?" As I thought about this, I ripped a page from my notebook and decided to note everything down. "And what's with my scores, you know what, just tell everything you know about me."

Maybe I asked him too aggressively, but he became nervous again.

"Erlig, are you sure that you are alright if you don’t remember anything?"

"Of course I am. After all, I remember most of the things, but to have a full picture, I need to hear about my everyday life from someone close. It's something doctors said." I tried to look a bit more amiable.

"Ohh, if it's like this, I will tell you. Sooo, where do I even begin?" It worked.

As Jet started telling me about this body's habits, I took note every time I heard something of importance to me.

While he talked about "my" habits, it soon became just reminiscing of "our" everyday life. Still, I managed to hear some new things that will help me pass my time here without arousing unwanted attention. As I listened to him, I didn't even notice when the school bell rang.

"Erlig, you are already out?" I heard a girl's voice from behind.

"We should talk at the break, alright?" Another girl's voice added.

I looked at the two girls until they sat down at their own desks. It was in the middle of this class. Two beautiful high school girls. One with long blonde hair, that flowed freely down her spine. And another with a bowl-like haircut of chestnut color. It must be the love interests of the game.

"You don’t remember them?" Jet looked at me with a troubled gaze.

"Elle is the brown one, and the blonde one is Joanne, our friends."

"So you remember them," he smiled.

"How could I forget my friends? I remembered you too, didn’t I?"

"Yeah, you're right hehe," he laughed sheepishly.

As the door opened male teacher entered. Short proper haircut, a suit, and a kind look plastered on his face. He looked generic, to say the least. I didn’t even remember his name from the game, nor from my research.

"Alright everyone, I hope you did your homework. Now let's start our lesson by reviewing everything."

As he started scribbling something on the desk, I glanced at the classroom one last time. This school had a lot of strange students, but somehow this class looked the most normal throughout the school. At least there weren’t guys with sleeve tattoos.

"So who should solve this problem?"

As the teacher finished writing, he turned around, so I decided to concentrate on the lesson. So that I won't gather any unwanted attention.

The lesson went on without a hitch, and I listened to it while also thinking about my situation. Sometime later, the bell rang, indicating that we can take a break between the lessons.

And two girls stood near our desk. One of them, Elle, looked like a typical tomboy from any romance-related artwork or literature. Good body proportions, long and slender legs, tight waist, and protruding chest and butt. Combined with her cute-looking face, she earned her title as one of the romantic interests in the game rightfully.

And next was Joanne, a blonde beauty with the biggest bust size amongst the girls in the school. Well, not that I saw every girls' boobs. She was mature and aloof. A cold-looking beauty to others, but with her friends, she acted cute and clumsy.

Just like Elle, she was a romantic interest and designed to be the most beautiful girl in the whole school. When I looked at her, she reassured my feeling. That she was the one on the pov sex tape. But after talking to Jet, I started doubting if this was even a game. That's why I started doubting even more things. With this one being one of the many uncertainties. Was it her in the video? I didn't know.

Nevertheless, it didn't matter if she was fucked by someone else. I didn't like her character. Joanne, just like Elle, was a one-dimensional character. Written by the book, they could've only catered to the taste of most of the players with their looks. They were the most basic archetypes of heroines.

"So, are you cured now, Erlig?" Asked Elle with a boisterous voice that brimmed with energy.

"I have some little problems, but overall, I'm okay."

"That's good to hear," Joanne, who stood there obviously feeling nervous, exhaled lightly. "But what about these... Little problems?"

"Oh, he just lost his memories, no worries, hehe," said Jet and started laughing.

""Huh?!"" both girls looked at me with round eyes.

"Actually, it's nothing serious. I lost some trivial memories, but I could easily regain them as I listened to how I was and spent my time in your company." I tried to calm them down.

"And here you are frightening us." Elle fumed and started slapping Jet, who was still laughing.

"So I would appreciate it if you could describe my life, my habits, and stuff like this."

"Alright, then. Let's gather today after school and talk?" After thinking for a second, Joanne suggested.

"Uh, I can't today." Elle stopped slapping Jet and focused her full attention on Joanne. "I've got some stuff to do."

"Me too, I've got some plans." Jet said while rubbing his shoulder that Elle just slapped.

"Then how about tomorrow?" asked Joanne

"You don’t need to do this. The memories will eventually return by themselves, and I don’t know what exactly I don’t remember. That's why a quick rundown is all I need. And if I forget something, I will ask you, is that okay?"

"Alright, you can ask me anything you want." Elle puffed her chest.

"So what are your three measures?" Jet quickly asked.

"I said it to Erlig, you stupid!" Elle went red and started slapping Jet again.

Somehow, due to learning these body habits, I managed to act like nothing changed. But the long week has only just begun.