The Unattainable Flower Called The Ice Queen of the School Reika Himuro Is My Pet - Chapter 22

The Ice Queen

“Yes, what is it?”

“I was wondering if you have some time after school today, Himuro—”

“I don’t.”

“Yes? Well, just a little bit of time—”

“Is this regarding something academic, like a message from a Sensei to me?”

“No, it’s not exactly like that—”

“Then it has nothing to do with me.”

From the looks of it, even an outsider like me can tell that this Senpai probably wants to confess to Reika after school.

However, Reika shuts him down before he even gets to the point.

And we’re all in this tense situation, watching with bated breath as the classroom falls completely silent.

“I mean, it may not be related to academics, but it is related between Reika…and me…”

Despite the silence and the attention from everyone around him, Senpai doesn’t give up and tries to speak to Reika.

The moment he mentions Reika’s name, the atmosphere instantly changes.

Reika, who changed that atmosphere, directs a gaze so intense at the Senpai it’s as if she could kill someone with her eyes.

The Senpai hesitates and stammers towards the end.

“Who said you can call me by my first name? ”

“…ah? Sorry-sorry, I’ll be careful next time. Anyway, like I was saying, after school today—”

“Don’t evade the question. Did I give you permission to address me by my first name? Answer with yes or no.”

What is this?

Could she stop interrogating him so fiercely that it even stresses me out?

I’d started to forget because I’ve been spending more time with Reika lately, but this exchange with the Senpai reminds me that Himuro Reika is known as the ‘Ice Queen’ behind her back.

The origin of this nickname comes from her beauty and proportions.

Like with this Senpai, people often come to the classroom to confess their feelings or something related to Reika, and each time, she dismisses them with a cold demeanour, just like a tundra.

“No, you haven’t…”

The Senpai is already on the verge of tears, and this scene has turned into a public execution of a pitiful man who can’t even secure a promise to confess his feelings.

“Thought so. I hate men who address me by my first name without permission from the bottom of my heart. So let me make this clear: if this supposed after-school ‘appointment’ is for something as trivial as confessing to me, I will definitely turn you down.”

Wait, didn’t I start calling her ‘Reika’ without any permission?

Is it just my imagination?

Yeah, it must be my imagination.