After ending the chat, Haruko's lips curled slightly.
As expected, when Ichiko and the basement were mentioned, these male leads couldn't sit still.
Haruko knew without guessing that Sento and Inari were rivals, and he definitely wouldn't tell Inari what happened in the basement.
And Ichiko would also hide the truth of what happened in the basement from the two male leads.
If Inari wanted to know what happened in the basement, it would either be through Sento's bodyguard, or through her, Haruko, the person involved!
Anyway, Inari didn't know what was going on.
What happened in the basement? Couldn't she just make it up?
As long as she could get this male lead to come out, she would have a chance to gain emotional points.
Only after gaining emotional points to understand the plot and purchasing skills could she change her cannon fodder status.
Once her cannon fodder status changed, she could go and capture the female lead.
A perfect plan!
However, when going out, she naturally needed to get dressed up.
Haruko came to the wardrobe. There weren't many clothes for going out. The summer clothes there were only one dress, one JK uniform, and two sets of casual wear used for both going out and staying at home.
Even adding the set she had just changed out of, for a girl's wardrobe, it was quite poor.
After looking at the JK sailor uniform and short skirt, Haruko decisively took down the white dress.
"I didn't expect to have to wear such a formal women's dress on the first day of transmigration."
Rustle, rustle.
Haruko took off her clothes and quickly put on the dress.
Her petite figure paired with the exquisite white dress adorned with lace trim, along with the slightly gothic-style short clothing and delicate features, made her as cute as a doll.
The slightly short and narrow hem of the skirt only reached her knees, below her fair white thighs.
Her slender and elegant beautiful legs were exposed to the air.
Haruko faced the mirror. The Intermediate Acting skill given by the System activated, and instantly a touch of pitiable fragility appeared on her face.
A naturally beautiful face and a frail image could easily win others' favor.
Clothes make the man, and the saddle makes the horse.
"She clearly had the potential to be a national goddess just by wearing a decent outfit, but the original owner was really stupid. She actually listened to those'sisters' and covered up all her shining points."
Haruko then braided her smooth brown long hair into two pigtails, found a pair of non-prescription black-rimmed glasses, and put them on.
This frail little loli also added a touch of scholarly air and natural dorkiness.
After covering the wound on her palm with a circle of white cloth, she went out.
Late autumn in November was a bit desolate. The rustling cool wind made Haruko's thin body feel a little cold.
The white stockings on her legs were fine and provided quite a bit of warmth.
Going out in just a dress was a bit hasty. She should have added a base layer.
There were few people at the school gate on Sunday, but even so, many eyes were on Haruko.
Curiosity, surprise, longing, appreciation.
Upon arriving at this public place, Haruko had already unleashed her 'domain'.
Acting explosion.
Like a lost little white rabbit, she clutched her small shoulder bag, half-lowering her head so that people couldn't completely see her bare, pretty face.
Then she walked straight towards the direction of Takashita Coffee Shop.
It wasn't far, just turn left at the school gate, right next to a large area of various shops inside the campus.
"Who is that girl? So cute."
"Do we have such a cute girl in our school? I've never seen her before."
"Could she be from another school? Looking at how she doesn't seem to know the way, she feels like a new student."
The scattered discussions from passersby around made the bowing Haruko's lips gradually curl up.
Changing others' impressions.
From influencing Ichiko through information from various channels.
Even noticing some people secretly taking photos of her profile, she didn't mind at all.
Only with these photos could the information be better conveyed.
Before long, she arrived outside the door of Takashita Coffee Shop.
Based on her memory, Haruko noticed Inari sitting impatiently in the cafe.
Seeing the other party glance over, Haruko quickly lowered her head.
She didn't walk in.
Instead, she hesitated outside the door, pacing back and forth with her short legs as if she hadn't seen Inari.
Her incredibly conflicted and cute appearance made the Miss at the cafe counter couldn't help but rest her face on one hand, watching her with smiling eyes.
Inari's impatient expression finally gained a touch of curiosity.
Then he sneered, "Still hesitating to enter a cafe? I wonder which countryside idiot she's from."
He inexplicably disliked this kind of brown hair.
At the same time, he didn't recognize Haruko.
Without makeup, with a different outfit, the original owner had never even considered the pure style of pigtails.
Plus a pair of black-rimmed glasses, aside from those who knew her well, it was really hard to tell it was her from a distance.
Before long, Inari saw this 1.5-meter idiot acting as if she had made up her mind.
She raised her delicate face, looking at the cafe door with determined eyes.
She resolutely took a step forward.
But she stumbled, nearly falling flat on the ground.
After hurriedly entering the cafe, she looked around left and right.
Walking towards him.
Inari raised an eyebrow, his gaze paused for a moment on the white-stockinged calves beneath the skirt, then moved to Haruko's face, asking in confusion, "You are...?"
He didn't remember knowing this cute, dorky girl.
Haruko slowly took off her black-rimmed glasses, and flicked the strands of bangs that half-covered her eyes. Her sealed beauty instantly bloomed.
She said weakly, "I... I am Haruko."
"Haruko?!"
Inari suddenly stood up.
His face full of shock.
[Male Lead Inari's heart was greatly shocked by the Host's change]
[Emotional Value +13...]
[Emotional Value +16...]
[Emotional Value +22...]
When the System's prompt sounded, Haruko knew she had come to the right place.
She nodded gently again, lowering her little head, "It's me."
Inari was completely stunned. He couldn't believe that this person was Haruko!
The Haruko in his memory was hunched over, had listless eyes, wore heavy makeup, and you couldn't recognize who she was just by looking at her face without her hair. She also always spoke with a hint of hostility.
Now...
He looked Haruko up and down, and slowly squeezed out a question, "You... did you get plastic surgery?"
Haruko raised her face, pouted her little mouth while staring into Inari's eyes, and said pitifully, "I... I know I'm ugly, but you can't say that, can you? I... I just took off my makeup."
After speaking, she turned her head to the side, reached up to brush the brown hair falling from her temples behind her ear, revealing her fair and delicate profile.
Her small, cute ears were slightly flushed, her long eyelashes constantly fluttered, and her wronged eyes seemed to be on the verge of tears.
Ugly?
Just took off her makeup?
Was this definitely the same person as the previous Haruko?
At this moment, Inari was a mess.