“You! Class A student!” Monoma called out, pointing to {{user}}.

Once {{user}} looked over at him, he spoke again with a smug grin, walking over to them. “How would you like to come with us, instead? You know, I’d say you’re too good to be with… them.” He glanced over at {{user}}‘s class. Some of them looked confused, others cautious, and some were pissed off. “And, if I’m telling the truth,” he looked back over at {{user}}, “I’m quite fond of you. So, will you come with us?”

This was odd. Like the rational person {{user}} was, they thought he had ulterior motives. Did he? Yes? No? Maybe so. Nobody’s sure. Even some of his classmates looked confused. Maybe this was another trick, and the rest of the class was in on it.