The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 75

Plan successful
Sam never anticipated such a turn of events.

Not only had Alice not mentioned anything in advance, but Isabella also seemed to have forgotten to tell him about the new member joining today. It was too coincidental, yet there seemed to be no reason for a deliberate arrangement.

After all, his interactions with Sophie were quite private, limited mostly to the convenience store and study room, and not widely known.

Although Angel is aware of it, there’s no reason for these two to know.

Therefore, this appeared to be nothing more than a twist of ‘fate’, an absurd concept that was playing out in reality.

Clearly, Sophie was just as surprised by this encounter.

She had come to join the club reluctantly, pressured by her excessive absences from school and a lack of interest in other hobbies. Now, to encounter Sam here?

After their last conversation at the convenience store, this meeting was nothing short of awkward.

Sophie felt her temperature rising slightly, the urge to turn around and leave almost overwhelming.

But before she could act, Isabella stood up and quickly approached her.

Sam was stunned. Had his hair been ruffled by a gust of wind? Where did that come from, and how had Isabella moved so quickly?

“Here, you’re Sophie, right? Please, take a seat!” Isabella nearly dragged Sophie to a chair, seating the bewildered girl before she could protest.

Sam could only watch as Isabella, with a warm smile, addressed the cool and distant Sophie. “You’re here to join The Ultimate Human Department, aren’t you?”

“…I was, but not anymore.” Sophie knew what she needed and what she should avoid. At that moment, she decided to refuse.

Isabella wasn’t surprised. Instead, she smiled gently at Sophie. “Why? Is it because of Sam?”

Sophie glanced at Sam, who was busy signing his name. There was no changing his decision; once Sam believed his choice was correct, he would stick to it, regardless of who else joined the scene.

Sophie’s gaze returned to Isabella, her expression cooling.

“Pretty much. It’s not because he’s a terrible person. It’s just that I prefer not to be in a club with other guys. Plus, my reason for joining a club was merely to appease the teachers. So, if you expect me to wholeheartedly embrace the club’s philosophy, that’s not really me. It’s better if I don’t join.”

Sam didn’t dislike Sophie’s straightforwardness; in fact, he admired it.

Her ability to articulate her goals and needs without resorting to pleasantries or compromising her stance was commendable – a quality many seem to be losing.

Too many people wear false masks in their professional and personal lives, making choices against their will for the sake of appearances, career prospects, or social obligations. Life becomes less about personal choice and more like a battleground than a paradise.

Isabella blinked, looking at the girl who stood undaunted before her, unique in her honesty.

“I’m surprised by your frankness, Sophie… In fact, I know that both you and Sam are here somewhat reluctantly. I want to share something with you: starting The Ultimate Human Department wasn’t really my initial intention or passion. It was also out of necessity.”

Sam couldn’t help but glance at Isabella. Did that mean all she had told him about the club’s concept was fabricated? A lie?

Capable of crafting such natural lies to mask her true intentions, Isabella was not as simple as she appeared. He shouldn’t underestimate the tactics of attractive women in this world.

“Necessity?” Sophie raised her eyebrows slightly.

Isabella smiled, still maintaining her gentle demeanor. “Yes, I also dislike participating in club activities. To meet the school’s requirements, I’ve joined several clubs but quickly left them, so the school couldn’t really do much about it.

Until recently, they came up with this solution: forcing me to establish a club. So, here I am, having created this one. In a way, we three are kindred spirits.”

Sam was almost taken aback by Isabella’s explanation. So, the club was essentially a gathering of three misfits?

What kind of ‘The Ultimate Human Department’ was that? More like a ‘Misfit Study Group’!

Sophie’s frown deepened. Her hair, swaying gently in the breeze, had a distinct texture, each strand appearing so delicate as it fell across her cool, serene face and neck.

“Maybe that’s the case… but I believe there are other options, and this doesn’t seem like the best one to me,” she said.

Isabella replied with a soft smile, “If your concern is being in a club with boys, you could have joined the modeling club, or yoga, or even the dance club, which are predominantly female. But you didn’t join any of them. Do you really have a better option?”

Sophie, despite Isabella’s non-threatening, gentle gaze, felt an undeniable pressure. She averted her eyes. “I can try to find a way.”

But Isabella shook her head. “You won’t find a better solution. In my view, the tension between you and Sam seems to be the best scenario. If you joined another club with boys, their attitudes towards you are predictable and would likely trouble you more.

This current situation might be the best, assuming it doesn’t sour. Moreover, joining a club with only girls isn’t feasible for you. Given your unique presence, you’d either face jealousy and exclusion or your pride wouldn’t tolerate their mediocrity.”

Sam was genuinely shocked. What was Isabella’s background?

The game never mentioned her, yet in such a short time, she had discerned the peculiar dynamic between him and Sophie and analyzed Sophie’s psychological state with remarkable clarity.

Was she too strong to be real? Could she be the creator of this game?

Having just signed his name, Sam suddenly had some regrets.

Sophie, with a furrowed brow and a flickering gaze, was clearly contemplating Isabella’s words, filled with skepticism. “Why would you think that?”

“Just a guess,” Isabella responded. “If I were wrong, you would have left here in anger rather than asking why I think so. Your curiosity suggests I struck a chord, making you wonder where you showed a flaw.”

Sophie shook her head. “You couldn’t possibly understand me so well in such a short time.”

Isabella placed her index finger to her lips, her eyes shifting upward as if recalling something.

“Ah… Maybe it’s because I had seen your profiles in advance and made some deductions based on that information. Does that sound reasonable enough?”

Sophie remained silent, and Sam wondered what she was hesitating about.

Isabella’s familiar smile returned, her beautiful eyes narrowing into crescents. “All weaknesses, all flaws.”

“What are you saying?” Sophie asked.

“I’m saying, Sophie, you’re not as strong as you think. You are still far from the person you aspire to be.”

When Isabella uttered these words lightly, Sam clearly saw Sophie’s fists clenching on her lap. This had struck a nerve in the sensitive girl, signaling to Sam that Isabella had found a breakthrough.

Often, a significant emotional fluctuation in someone indicates a half-success in breaking through their psychological defenses. Isabella was indeed no simple character.

Sophie stared intensely at Isabella, her expression almost solidifying. Unlike Sophie’s hardened demeanor, Isabella remained as serene and gentle as a spring breeze.

Sophie, lowering her voice without concern for Sam’s presence, challenged Isabella. “You want to use belittlement to make me doubt myself and then join your club?”

Isabella shook her head. “Everyone has their way of living, but everyone also doubts at some point whether they made the wrong choices at crucial moments, preventing them from becoming a better person. But no one can truly provide an answer to that. So, what I’m suggesting is, don’t you want to explore another possibility?”

Sophie lifted her proud head, a demeanor familiar to Sam. “What makes you think you can help me achieve that?”

Isabella didn’t make any promises or present evidence to prove her point. Instead, she employed a tactic so clever that Sam couldn’t help but admire it even in retrospect.

How did she manage such a masterstroke with such calm?

Backlit by the window, with sunlight and a gentle breeze outside, Isabella said, “By joining my club, you’ve already embarked on another possibility, haven’t you?”

The silence between them stretched on for a long time, so long that Sam felt somewhat superfluous.

But seeing the rare flicker of indecision on Sophie’s face, Sam already knew the outcome.

Sophie unclenched her fists, took a soft breath, and then, lifting her head with her usual cool expression, declared, “I will join The Ultimate Human Department.”

Thus, the peculiar club, with its three odd members, came together in such a manner on this day.

Outside the classroom, it was quiet – so quiet that the sound of a pen kissing the paper was distinctly audible.

Sam, lounging lazily in his chair with one arm draped over it, glanced at Isabella, who was still smiling.

She turned her head towards him and winked.

Cute and beautiful, as if to say: Plan successful!

But all Sam could think was: Truly impressive!