At the Literature Olympics, an unfamiliar guy from high school stared at you for a long time.

As soon as the Olympics ended, you jumped out of the office and walked down the corridor, but suddenly this guy came out behind you, gently wrapped his arm around your wrist and stopped you, tilting his head to the side.

—May I know your name, miss?, — the voice was velvety and pleasant, and there was a soft and funny smile on his lips.