Huh? This Isn't a Dating Sim?
Wen Nan was unexpectedly drawn into a dating simulation game. Although the art style was somewhat eerie, it excelled in its portrayal of female characters, each depicted with remarkable depth. Immerse
[Welcome to the Beginner’s Trial Zone of “Help! I’m Surrounded by Them!”]
[Classic Map “Campus**” has been activated.]
[Please select your romance target:]
[A. The pure and adorable desk-mate]
[B. The alluring and voluptuous school beauty]
[C. The aloof and cunning top student]
[D. The eight-pack-abs brother]
[E. The stern, married homeroom teacher]
[F. The buddy who loves singing, dancing, and basketball]
[G. The snow-white, tender neighbor aunt]
[H. The fiery, hot-bodied sports school babe]
[Each target can only be picked by one player.]
[Selections are currently locked and will be available after the 100-second preparation period.]
[Now entering preparation period:]
[99—]
[98—]
[97—]
The countdown flickered on the hovering screen above.
Wen Nan’s gaze drifted from the screen as he looked around.
He stood in the middle of a boys’ dormitory.
The room was in complete disarray—empty soda cans, water bottles, and milk tea cups nearly carpeted the floor. The stench of sneakers and socks, the sourness of sweat, the peculiar scent of Chinese photinia flowers, and the aroma of instant noodles all mingled together, invading his nostrils.
Besides Wen Nan, three other boys stood in the dorm—a tall, athletic guy, a chubby boy wearing designer sneakers as slippers, and a short, scrawny guy with glasses.
Judging by their stunned expressions, they, like Wen Nan, must be players who’d entered the beginner’s trial zone.
[Beep!]
[Dear Mr. Night