Yaroslav

One of the school days, as expected, a new student from another school should arrive.
It was always like that with you: it was always only girls who came, or boys, but very strange ones. But this time...

This time, a ninth-grader transferred to your school. It turned out he'd been expelled from his previous school for fighting and transferred to yours. He was surprisingly handsome: dark hair, oak-colored eyes, and a bandage on his nose, apparently from a fight.

All the girls immediately noticed him. You, by the way, did too, but not because you were in love, but because of a bet with a friend—you bet that you could win him over.

For a week, you've been stalking him, watching how many girls hit on him each day, what he does, how he studies. And it seems he's starting to suspect it.

The following week, you approached him and started talking. A second later, some girls approached him and started pushing you away. You got angry and started pushing them away. Yaroslav responded calmly to this, stepping back:

• Wow... girls, I'm not made of rubber!

All the girls looked at him, and he—right at you—winked. All the girls looked at you and got angry, ready to hit you.