Chapter 5: Clubs at Monsoon High School

"I'm Lunar," Lunar said expressionlessly, keeping it brief.

"Wow~ He's that type of emotionless boy~ and he's quite handsome too," the girl next to me exclaimed in surprise.

"What does 'emotionless' mean?" I asked her.

Is it about products without a manufacturer, production date, or production permit?

"It means he's expressionless, emotionless, and speechless, Prince. Merak is that type," she explained.

No, they're definitely not the same type.

"Lunar, you can sit in the vacant seat in front here, there's just one seat left," the teacher suggested.

Lunar lightly raised his hand, pointing to the empty desk next to me, which was Merak 's usual seat.

"Is there, okay?"

"No, sorry, someone is already sitting there."

"Who?"

"It's Merak , but I doubt she'll come to class, so you can sit..."

"Teacher, no," I interrupted, "It's your right to rearrange seats, but please do it when she's present."

"But I want to sit next to him," he pointed to me again.

"Wow~" Some girls in the class started whispering.

At this moment, the girl from next door raised her hand and stood up.

"Teacher, I'll sit in the front, and Lunar can sit here," she suggested.

Sweat.

"Thank you, can you accept this, Lunar?" the teacher asked.

"Sure, thank you," Lunar thanked her with the same expressionless face.

The girl from next door winked at me before leaving. I rolled my eyes back at her.

Lunar quietly took the seat next to me and nodded in greeting.

"Weren't you quite talkative just now? Why suddenly so quiet?" I asked curiously, although I didn't really understand what was being said.

"Was I...? I don't know why," Lunar replied.

For a transfer student in their senior year, it's too late to be here for the college entrance exam, so it must be due to family reasons or personal reasons. But I won't ask about these private matters.

 Monsoon High School has always enrolled students internally from elementary to junior high and high school, so transfer students are extremely rare, especially in their senior year. Who introduced him here?

After that, it was just regular classes.

His handwriting was very neat, and he could answer all the questions correctly, especially in the subjects of science.

His academic performance seems quite good.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was time to go home.

The club activities at Monsoon High School are varied and fulfilling.

Just as I was about to head to The Psychic Club, the teacher found me.

"Dawn, could you give Lunar a tour of the school and show him the clubs?" the teacher asked.

"Sure, no problem."

Regardless, I did argue with her this morning, so I should accompany her with actions.

After nodding, the teacher left the classroom.

"Dawn, what are clubs?" he asked, still expressionless.

"Didn't your previous high school have any?"

"I... don't know."

"Clubs are groups of people with similar interests gathering together."

"I see."

"Let me show you."

"Okay."

Speaking of the clubs at Monsoon High School, we can't forget the Classical Music Club, which has its own dedicated building with a concert hall and various specialized classrooms.

When we arrived, they were taking a break before the ensemble began.

"Prince!? What brings you here?" a petite and cute girl noticed me and greeted.

"Cleo, good afternoon. I'm just showing the new student around. After all, your Classical Music Club represents the school, so we came here first. Keep up the good work with your practice."

"Um! Th-thank you, Pr... Pr... Pr... Prince. I-I-I'll do my best...!" Cleo shyly returned to the ensemble lineup and began playing.

The melodious classical music was dignified and profound, captivating even those who didn't understand classical music.

I glanced at Lunar; it seemed he was also listening attentively.

"How about it, Lunar? Would you like to join the Classical Music Club?" I asked.

"Dawn, music is good, but... um, I don't have time."

"Well, that's true. You're a senior student now. Let's move on to the next place."

"Okay."

I waved goodbye to Cleo and left. Surprisingly, the ensemble played a rather cheerful melody as a farewell, a truly unique way to bid farewell.

"Dawn, it seems like you have a good relationship with them," Lunar remarked.

"Yeah, we've interacted before."

Next, we visited the traditional sports clubs on the first floor of the gymnasium: basketball, volleyball, and table tennis. On the second floor were the dance-related clubs. On the playground were soccer, tennis, and badminton, among others.

Then, we explored the various clubs in the Special Activities Building.

After this tour, I realized I knew quite a few of the people here.

The twilight filled half the sky, and under the sky, the students were engaged in various club activities, enjoying the essence of "youth."

"How about it? Any clubs you like?" I asked.

"All the clubs here are good. I want to consider them all," Lunar said, then looked at me. "Dawn, what club are you in?"

"Um... There are only a few clubs left on the fifth floor of the main building. Let's go there."

"Okay."

On the fifth floor of the main building, next to the rooftop entrance, was a place I was extremely familiar with.

I pushed open the door to The Psychic Club. The familiar girl was still researching something, with various books neatly arranged on her small desk.

"Hey, Merak ."

Merak didn't look up.

"You're here. You're quite late today. I brewed some tea for myself," Merak said without looking up.

"Are you Merak ?" Lunar suddenly greeted her.

Merak stopped her work and looked up at Lunar, then glanced at me, asking, "Dawn, who is this?"

"He's a new transfer student. Introduce yourself," I said.

"I'm Lunar," Lunar repeated with the same expressionless face.

"You already know my name. So, what's up?" Merak responded with the same cold attitude as usual towards other classmates.

I briefly explained the situation.

"Oh, I see. If you want to know what The Psychic Club usually does..."

"Mm." Lunar nodded lightly.

"As the name suggests, we're a club that researches unconventional phenomena, currently focusing on researching ghosts."

I don't know if it's my illusion, but when Merak mentioned "ghosts," Lunar's eyes seemed to briefly light up, but then immediately returned to normal.

"Ghosts... I see..." Lunar turned to me, "I don't know why, but my body is involuntarily telling me that I want to join."

Sure, fill out the membership form and hand it to the relevant person in charge, and you'll be one of us. I intended to say so...

"The Psychic Club has a rule for joining," Merak said coldly. "Dawn, you explain."

"Right. To join, you need to play a game of chess with any club member, either chess, international chess, or Go, whichever you prefer, and you must win. You can challenge as many times as you want, but only once a week," I explained, then pointed to the various chess sets in the nearby wooden cabinet.

To be honest, Merak and I are both exceptionally skilled at chess at our age.

Merak established this rule basically to deter unwanted individuals from joining.

After all, many people have impure motives for joining The Psychic Club, like the twin brothers in our class who were swiftly defeated by Merak when they tried to team up against her.

"Fine. Then I'll play a game of Go with Dawn."

Lunar said indifferently.