The Magic That Made the Playboy Who Never Dates Fall for Me Chapter 05
Breakfast? Nope. Magic? Wouldn’t even look. Talking? crickets. Bro went full ghost mode. 😂
System and I called an emergency summit—all night, coffee, chaos. And we finally landed on a diagnosis:
> **HOST.** You pushed. Too. Hard. He’s feeling smothered. Give him SPACE. 😂
Ohhh. That… actually makes sense. I nod like a bobblehead. “System, you’re a genius. How do you even do it?”
> **Pfft,** it’s nothing. Really. Insert unhinged electronic cackling here
Next morning, I walk up to Mason with his usual breakfast. He’s staring at his textbook like it’s about to reveal the meaning of life.
But this time? No lingering. No magic. Just—drop, turn, walk to my seat. Space. I got this.
Minutes later—BAM. Mason rips his textbook out and slams it back in. Sophie spins around. “What, you got a landmine in there or something?”
Mason doesn’t even answer. His face is a whole thunderstorm.
Class starts. I stash my cards and whip out a pristine biology textbook. System had another revelation during our 3AM brain-dump:
> **If you keep bottom-feeding those rankings? Mason’s ENDGAME is NOT you. 😂**
I blink. “Why?”
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【Because FUTURE, Host. He’s gonna land in some top-tier uni. You can’t even get into the same city? You’re toast. Together? Never happening.】
And just like that—click.
Everything fell into place.
I shower System with praise until it’s practically glitching from joy. It laughed its pixelated butt off all night.
Look, I grew up with a traveling magic troupe. Books? Never my vibe. So in terms of academics… let’s just say I was built different—and not in a good way. 🎉🎉
After one full class of grinding, I try the practice questions.
Yeah. I only got two right. 😊
Still, that’s huge progress. I’m about to close the book when—
“This one’s C.”
A cool voice comes from beside me. Familiar.
I look at the question he’s pointing at.
I picked A.
Okay, so I got two right, and one of them was wrong.
Not huge progress.
Just… some progress. 😁
I look up at the person who spoke.
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It’s Evan.
After correcting that one, he goes ahead and explains the rest of the questions to me.
Even though he seems cold on the outside, his explanations are thorough. Like, actually helpful.
After I write down the last answer, I say: “Thank you.”
System murmurs in my ear: [The male lead is usually super aloof. Barely talks to anyone. If he came to you, it must be something serious.]
Evan doesn’t say “you’re welcome.” He just rests his chin on his hand and asks:
“You do magic, don’t you? Could you show me one?”
System: […]
I look into his eyes. “Do you like magic?”
He doesn’t answer that. Just says: “If it’s a hassle, never mind.”
“It’s not,” I say.
Then I pull three small balls out of my bag.
Evan doesn’t say anything, but I can tell—he probably really loves magic. Because in my past life, every single person who came to me asking to learn had that exact same look in their eyes.
It’s mid-morning break. Classroom’s mostly empty. Mason went out to play ball with the guys. Sophie tagged along for the fun.
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I place the three balls one by one into my left hand, then take one out and put it in my pocket.
“Guess how many balls I have in my hand now?”
Evan thinks for a moment. “Three.”
I open my palm. The balls are all gone.
He blinks—but the corner of his mouth can’t help twitching up. “Are they all in your pocket?”
I shake my head. Close my hand. Open it again. The three balls reappear.
His lips part slightly. He’s got that look—like he really wants to learn.
Since he just spent a solid ten minutes saving my grades, I figure I owe him. I start explaining how the trick works, spreading my hand open to show him the move—
“I can teach you more later too.”
Evan’s finger traces a lazy circle on my desk. He looks up at me.
“I’ll tutor you. Every day, if you want. In exchange… will you teach me magic? From now on?”
I blink. Process.
He’s offering to be my personal study slave in return for magic lessons?
I don’t even have to think. I nod. “Deal.” 😊
Magic? Easy. Costs me nothing.
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But studying? That’s hell. 😭💔
This is the best trade deal in the history of trade deals. 😁