What's next?

Pull out the Rulebook

"Er," your hands scramble back. "Hold on!"

Fishing out your Rulebook from your backpack, you lay it open on the front desk. The brown-haired adult woman before you watches with a raised brow as you think.

The cafe accident proved that if you wrote an old rule it would change the reality around you. Amazing, but how far could it go? Could you erase the female sex from existence? Make all classes take place outside and watch as the school walls all suddenly vanish into thin air?

In addition, there was also the new rule category, which only initiated its governance as of the time of writing, or at least within a recent window of time.

Tapping your chin, you contemplate whether you should be concerned with such questions, or if you should just go with your gut instinct. At the moment, that's synonymous with "your perverted instincts", but nevertheless. Eyes refocusing on the page, you hesitantly clutch your pencil.