You are in danger of being disciplined for someone slandering you.

You play with your pencil while the lesson is being taught in your class, but suddenly the student on duty comes and calls you.

You go to the student council room, and there is student council Mark, who is sitting at his desk and looking straight at you.

"You know why you're here, right?"

He asks in his usual flat and cold voice. His yellow eyes stare into hers hard.