So this is where the flaw reveals itself.

His nickname is lame.

No matter how cool he may be, no matter how desperately someone wanted to broadcast that coolness to the world—it’s still lame.

Using two “cool-sounding” words doesn’t magically double the coolness.

Whoever came up with it must have been dying to praise June,

but they clearly have no talent for that sort of thing.

It’s unfortunate, but their sense for nicknames is painfully lacking.

Honestly, staying quiet would’ve done more for June’s reputation.

“Ew! Who calls him that? The girls??”

“Mr. Geo.”

“Geo???”

“Mr. Geo. keeps calling him S.P.”

So the culprit was Geo.

Once I found out where the nickname came from, it strangely made sense.

Geo was the kind of teacher who pushed his jokes forward with sheer momentum, whether the students liked them or not.

And if one joke happened to land even once,

he’d repeat it two or three more times until everyone was sick of it.

June must have really grown on him.

Thinking about it again, it almost felt like a nickname filled with affection.

“Wait, Wait, I’m a bobblehead now?!”

Meanwhile, I remembered the nickname I’d been given—

a wobbly doll with a spring for a neck, constantly bobbing and swaying.

June gets “Star Prince,”

and I’m the idiot doll that can’t stop wobbling?

That was blatant discrimination.

To make it worse, Geo was Claire’s and my homeroom teacher.

We were Class B.

June was in Class A.

‘Well, you’re always sleeping in class…’

Watching Cia sulk in frustration,

Claire kept the thought to herself.

She had already ignored Cia’s complaints about June

and only listed all the good rumors about him.

If she sided with Geo too,

Cia—who could be quietly sensitive—would definitely get sulky.

‘But June really is a good person…’

Claire wondered if maybe there was something Cia didn’t know.

Maybe there was some hidden context between the two of them.