After My Girlfriend Dumped Me, I Got Reincarnated As A High School Student. That Part’s Fine—But Why Are All My Ex-Girlfriends Here Too? - Chapter 39 – The School Madonna is an Urban Legend, Right?

“Yuta? If you keep getting this many injuries in such a short time, even I’ll start worrying about you, you know?”

“Ha… hahii!”

“Yuta, even if you’ve turned into a masochist, it’s not okay to get hurt so much that you make Stella-tan worry.”

“I haven’t turned into one!!”

Well, it was good that the Kawasaki incident got resolved somehow. But because of that, I ended up way too beaten up.

And so, I was once again in the care of the infirmary.

Chizuru was smiling, but she was definitely angry inside…

Thinking about that made me feel kind of guilty.

Maybe I should bring her some sweets as an apology next time…

When I got back to the classroom, my classmates once again looked at me with wide, startled eyes.

“Y-Yuta. If this is bullying or something, I can come with you to the teacher’s office, okay…?”

Yae spoke up, unable to stand watching.

“Haha, it’s fine, really. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be a sandbag.”

“How is that fine!?”

I gave her a bright smile and a thumbs-up, only for her to immediately snap at me.

“No, really, it’s kind of fun. You can bounce back and even counterattack.”

“How is that supposed to be fun…?”

“Well, I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone else. Good kids shouldn’t copy me.”

“Of course they shouldn’t! No one would copy that anyway!”

Yes, I am the kind of man who dares to try things no one else would. That’s me—Misumi Yuta.

“Even if you make it sound cool, it’s still no good…”

Rion sighed at me in disbelief.

Hiromi, on the other hand, looked completely disgusted.

“Yeah, something definitely happened to you.”

“See? This time I made sure they hit the right cheek instead.”

“What? Are you stupid? You wanna die?”

“Eh…”

She’s the one who told me, “Then let them hit your right cheek too,” and now she says this.

The definition of unfair.

Everyone, this is what unfairness looks like!

“I didn’t really mean for you to do it! I just said it because I was annoyed… Wait, does that make it okay? Wait, huh?”

“Hey? Don’t start doubting yourself there! Just say you were joking, please? It was my fault, okay?”

“Well… just take care of yourself, alright.”

Hiromi said that, looking away.

“‘Just’? Really…?”

“You really got it bad, huh, Yuta-chan.”

Akina suddenly spoke to me.

“Yeah. Wanna go play soccer now?”

“Sure, but why soccer?”

“Oh, by the way, you’re the ball.”

“I absolutely refuse!?”

The ball is my friend! Akina-tan is my friend!

“Yuta, that’s exactly how you lose friends… Do you even think of them as friends?”

Rion gave me that deadpan look again.

“Probably not. It’s just stress relief.”

“He’s admitting it!?”

“Yuta, you’re too honest, haha! Anyway—!”

“Hmm?”

“You know the school’s Madonna?”

“What’s with the sudden topic? Your Madonna’s Saku, right?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not what I mean.”

Akina-tan’s number one favorite, Saku—real name Minase Sakuya—was from the class next door.

She had long blonde hair and looked kind of like a gal, but her personality was cheerful and friendly, making her super popular.

I actually met her through Utuber connections, before Akina-tan did.

Ever since then, he’s doted on her more than any of his other “wives.”

“Did someone call Akina-tan~?”

“Oh! Sakuya, marry me!”

That smooth, instant proposal was just another day for him.

“Thanks! I’m happy, but we’re still in high school, you know?”

Honestly, those two should just get married already. Oh wait—Misumi Marriage Agency shut down, didn’t it…

“Ah, hey, Yuta-tan, hi! Whoa, what happened to you!?”

Saku finally noticed me and looked shocked.

“I chased a cat that stole a fish, barefoot, and ran into a lady with weird hair doing the same thing.”

“Stop telling lies that can be exposed in two seconds!? And don’t call her weird-haired, that’s mean!”

“What, two seconds? I’d know in one if it were me.”

“Why are you competing on that!?”

Despite her flashy appearance, she was surprisingly easy to talk to and very cheerful.

“Ah! Hachi-tan! You’re cute today too! Can I hug you?”

“I’m not cute!”

Saku walked over to Miki, who’d been peeking at us from the hallway, and started patting her head.

Apparently, Saku preferred girls over boys.

Good job, Hatchie…

“So, what about this school’s Madonna?”

Leaving their playful banter aside—

“Yeah, she really exists here too. The school’s Madonna.”

“Huh? You serious?”

“Why do you sound like that!?”

Okay, maybe I did react like she’d lost her mind.

“Come on, every school has at least one beautiful, smart, perfect Madonna type.”

“Not in mine.”

“What?”

“Yeah, none.”

I’d gone through elementary, middle, and high school, but I’d never heard any rumors like that.

Wait. Was it because I was a loner, and no one told me?

Wait, that’s… painful.

“Uh, why are you crying…?”

“No reason… just crushed by the unfairness of the world…”

“From this topic!?”

“You’ve got Saku anyway. Why do you even care about some school Madonna?”

“Ah, Yuta, you don’t get it. Just knowing there’s a Madonna out there—a girl like that—it’s enough for a man to dream! That’s all the reason you need!”

Well… it’s not like I wasn’t curious at all.

But let’s be real: a ‘school Madonna’ is like an idol. Guys like me or Akina-tan—total introverts—wouldn’t even get close. She’s way out of our league.

“What, going quiet? You are interested, huh?”

“No, I just think people who can do handstands are amazing.”

“…What does that have to do with anything!?”

I’ve seen gymnasts do them on TV, but not in real life much.

“Ugh, seriously. Guys are all weak to pretty girls.”

Hiromi frowned beside me.

“Come on, girls love handsome guys too,” Akina-tan shot back.

“Well, yeah, I like handsome guys. But if he’s good-looking and still a jerk, that’s a no from me.”

“Akina-tan would still marry a cute girl even if she had a bad personality.”

“That’s not… totally wrong…”

“See!?”

“I’ve heard of that school Madonna too. Isn’t she the student council president?”

“Yeah! She’s supposed to be crazy beautiful, top of the class, perfect manners—the ideal model student.”

“Huh.”

It’s the kind of cliché setting you hear in rom-coms. I never thought it actually existed.

Wait—come to think of it, I don’t even remember what our old student council president looked like…

Guess that just shows how little I cared about that stuff back then.

“Wow, you really don’t care, huh.”

“Yeah.”

A perfect superhuman Madonna at school—it’s the kind of thing that only happens in stories.

There’s no way a gloomy introvert like me would ever interact with someone that far above me.

Not just “above the clouds” —more like “beyond the galaxy.”

Even if I could do handstands.

Wait, would that help…?

“Excuse me.”

The classroom door suddenly swung open.

In that instant, the room filled with gasps and squeals—from both boys and girls alike.

“Good morning, everyone. Could you please make some space?”

“W-wow! No way! Yuta, look!”

“Huh?”

I turned toward her.

Her sleek, shoulder-length black hair was flawless—no trace of bedhead anywhere.

Even through the sailor uniform, I could tell her figure was tall and slender… but with all the right curves.

Her face, her posture, her every movement—everything about her was refined and elegant.

Her skirt length was exactly by the rules, and her shirt was buttoned neatly to the top.

She was the perfect picture of grace and discipline. Top grades, athletic ability, and beauty—she had it all.

No wonder she was called the Student Council President.

Still… that voice sounded familiar somehow…

Before I could think more, the president herself walked right up to me.

“You must be Misumi Yuta.”

She spoke to me so naturally that it took a second to register.

“Uh, you must be mistaken…”

Throughout history, people who got involved with the student council, the discipline committee, or teachers… never ended well.

Better to play dumb and stay out of trouble!

Yuta Misumi’s motto: Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is best!

“I specifically said your name before speaking to you.”

“So, you knew it was me…”

Can’t escape! Yuta’s vision turned dark.

“To get straight to the point—Misumi Yuta, would you join the student council?”

“…Huh?”

…What?