The rooftop was quiet, with only the wind rustling through the leaves nearby. Ethan walked up the stairs, to meet Jasmine there.
As he stepped onto the rooftop, he saw her already there leaning against the railing, her long hair dancing with the breeze. Her sharp eyes turned to him the moment he arrived.
"You are early," she said simply.
"Yeah," Ethan replied, trying to sound calm.
She got straight to the point. "I've done some digging. According to my investigation and after I talked with victims, I got the gist of how he blackmailed them."
"How?" He asked
"Cameras."
Ethan blinked. "Camera?"
Of course, it's the same in my original world.
She nodded. "Yeah. There are two cameras, one is in that creep's room and the other is in the female changing room. I tried to find it in both places and the result is failure. But I'm sure it's there. He started suspecting me. If I go back, he'll notice something."
"So you want me to find it?"
"Exactly," she said. "You will take care of his room and I will try again in the changing room. If we can find it and pull the footage, we'll have solid evidence. No one can cover that up."
Ethan rubbed his neck. "Even if we find all this, what about his backers? how will we deal with them?."
She looked at him, serious. "Don't worry. You have the greatest backer—me."
Her voice had a calm authority, like she meant every word. Ethan looked at her, then nodded.
Looks like she has a plan, maybe her family. She was really ruthless in the novel, everything around her was mysterious, she was known as the assassin queen. But looking at her helping people, whom she used to murder ruthlessly, maybe her tragedy hasn't started.
"Alright. I'll find it."
As they walked down from the rooftop together, chatting quietly, they were about to leave the rooftop when Jasmine paused.
"There's one last thing," she said.
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"According to what victims said, I'll show you the angle where I think the hidden camera is pointing from. Hold still."
She suddenly grabbed his shoulders and adjusted his face left and right like a mannequin.
"Hmm…" she muttered. "If the camera is on that side, it'd only catch the left cheek… But maybe—hold on."
As Jasmine was showing him the camera angle, someone was watching them.
It was Rhea.
She had just climbed up to get some fresh air—and froze when she spotted Ethan and Jasmine walking out of the rooftop together.
From her angle, it looked like their faces were way too close.
Jasmine's hand had lightly grabbed Ethan's sleeve as they exited. They were whispering. Heads tilted.
It seriously looked like they had just kissed.
Her eyes widened.
President Jasmine and Ethan? What the hell?
Her heart skipped.
She had just climbed up to get some fresh air—and froze when she spotted Ethan and the second heroine walking out of the rooftop together.
From her angle, it looked like their faces were way too close.
The girl's hand had lightly grabbed Ethan's sleeve as they exited. They were whispering. Heads tilted.
It seriously looked like they had just kissed.
Her eyes widened.
What the hell?
Her heart skipped.
Is there something going on between the president and Ethan? Why is he kissing her?Why do I feel… weird? Jealous? No. It's not that.
"One more thing," Jasmine said, lowering her voice
She reached into her jacket and pulled out a weird little pen.
"What's this?"
"Hidden camera pen. Click once to record. Twice to stop. I want you to keep this and record everything in that room. It will also help transfer the data inside the camera, if there's anything available. If you find the camera don't take it, just transfer the data and leave the camera as it is. I don't want him to find out that someone is on his tail."
That's smart." Ethan gave a thumbs up."
"And if you find it, meet me at the cafe near university after it's over."
But then suddenly, her eyes widened. "Crap, someone's coming!"
It was Rhea, who dropped her phone trying to listen to their conversation. In a flash, she took her phone and hid there.
In a panic, Jasmine shoved the pen into his front pocket… but because she pushed too fast and too low, her hand accidentally landed awkwardly in his waistband.
From the angle Rhea stood, it looked like the heroine had her hand… somewhere it shouldn't be, and Ethan was holding her wrist, looking flustered.
Their bodies were too close. Their faces are only inches apart. Her voice was hushed.
"Don't move."
"I wasn't!"
fuck! it's too soft. She is too focused that she doesn't even realize her chest is pressed right up against me.
"Stay still, I'm trying to adjust it!"'
Control! Control!! Control!! Twinkle twinkle little star-
"You're in my pants!"
"Shh! It's the pen!"
Rhea gasped silently.
Why is the president touching him there? The school idol everyone respected is a pervert and Ethan, what the fuck? He is clearly enjoying it.
My neighbor is a playboy.
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Back in the main building, Ethan took a deep breath as he approached the teacher's room again.
He held the same stack of papers from before.
This time the same thing happened, he got lectured by him again and the teacher again wanted a girl to come with papers, but Ethan again failed that.
He opened the door and stepped in.
The room was the same—too neat, too quiet. .
Ethan bent down and started placing the papers neatly on the teacher's desk, scanning the corners subtly.
Under the shelves? No camera.
Inside the flower pot? Nothing.
Behind the creepy golden cat statue? Just dust.
He was about to check behind the wall clock when suddenly—
SLAM.
The door burst open.
The teacher had arrived.
Ethan froze.
The man walked in with that same greasy smile.
"Oh? Still not done, Ethan? How slow can you be?" His voice was full of fake politeness… laced with poison.
Ethan stood up quickly. "I was just—"
SLAP!
The papers went flying.
"You useless brat," the teacher snapped. "Can't even handle basic organizing? Pick them up and do it again."
You fucking cunt.
Ethan was about to slap him but calmed himself down.
Ethan clenched his jaw but nodded. "Yes, sir."
He got down to gather the papers. His hand reached under the desk—and that's when he saw it.
A glint.
Something small and black, stuck under his desk.
A tiny camera.
Ethan stared at it for a second. It was angled upward, directly pointing at the student's seat, which meant—!
He was recording students from below. What a sicko.
He quickly looked away and continued picking up the papers like nothing happened.
The teacher was sipping his tea now, not even watching.
He is too overconfident.
Seeing, he was not looking, Ethan took out the pen and started transferring the data.
Ethan finished the organizing.
"Is that better?" he asked, placing the stack down again.
The teacher didn't even reply. He waved him off with a lazy hand.
Ethan walked out of the room, heart pounding in his chest.
Once he was a few steps away, the bell rang. He decided to meet her at the Cafe.