The Villain Can't Lose - 70 Surrounded In The Garden

It’s been a few days since I moved into the dorms, and everything seemed fine so far. The room was comfortable enough, and I’ve managed to get settled in pretty quickly. But there was something strange going on with the hero. He kept annoying me ever since I got here, and I couldn’t figure out why. It’s not like we had any kind of confrontation or anything. I started to wonder if maybe he had something against me personally and this was his way.

Meanwhile, Doru has been keeping himself busy trying to form a gang of followers. I’m not sure what he’s up to, but he seemed pretty dedicated to the cause. Frankly, I was not really interested in getting involved in any kind of group like that.

I got dressed in my uniform, which was a light blue jacket for first-year students, blue shorts because it was still hot outside, and a white t-shirt. I have to admit, the uniform looked kind of funny, but there wasn’t really anything I could do about it. I just had to wear what was given to me.

I arrived at my classroom and took a seat near the back. The other students were all chatting and laughing with each other, “it’s so loud,” I muttered and sat at the back of the classroom to avoid the noise.

As I was sitting in class, someone walked in and caught my attention immediately. My eyes were drawn to her – it was like nothing else in the room mattered anymore. She had long, straight blue hair with bangs that framed her small nose and plum lips. Her purple eyes were like nothing I’d ever seen before – they shone like something out of a fairy tale.

But it wasn’t just her face that caught my attention. She had a figure that was hard to ignore – a real hourglass shape that made my heart skip a beat. I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help but notice how her uniform hugged her curves in all the right places.

I felt a flush rising in my cheeks as I realized I was staring. I quickly looked away, “My name is Ranela Winsa” this woman spoke.

The class immediately fell silent as she in the front of the room began to speak. Even the other girls seemed mesmerized by her beautiful voice. “We’re here to learn the history of the Kretto, and I’ll be your teacher,” she said, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit more interested in the subject already. Even though, Kretto was something I aready knew pretty much everything about, it was still interesting what history she could tell me about our country.

As she continued to talk, my attention was drawn outside to the hallway. I saw the same man from a few days ago walking outside with a gown on his face. It was a strange sight, and I couldn’t help but wonder who he was and what he was doing here.

Suddenly, the woman spoke again, and my attention was brought back to the front of the room. That’s when the hero walked in, fashionably late as usual. He got all the attention he needed, of course, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes a bit, “how unexpected…” he was the same in the book, always being late to something and stupidly apologising to everyone.

But then something strange happened. He saw an empty seat next to me and decided to sit there. The desks were long and connected, so we were practically shoulder to shoulder. I could feel his presence next to me, “there were also many empty seats, so why sit next to me? Don’t we see each other inside our dorm?” I asked him while flipping the brown book’s pages.

“You’re the only one I know here, so I thought why not?” He forced a smile.

That “innocent” behaviour of his was the reason why it was irritating, why couldn’t he just act like normal people? Why pretend to be kind and generous all the time?

“So you’re basically telling me that you are afraid to be a loner?”

“…”

He had no answer to that.

As the class ended, everyone stopped to look at Ranela. They were all mesmerized by how beautiful she was, and I had to admit, I was too. I thought she was probably in her twenties, but it was hard to tell for sure.

As I exited the class, I was suddenly surrounded by the same gang from before.

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But then someone kicked me from behind, and I stumbled forward. I looked around and saw the same guy whose blood I had manipulated standing still and healthy.

“yes, let’s go outside…” I muttered while looking at him with no facial expression.

I realized that it was probably best not to draw too much attention to myself and go outside with them, at least for now.

As I followed them from the hall, I couldn’t help but notice the grandeur of the place. The hall was vast, with marble floors and high ceilings that were adorned with intricate designs. The walls were lined with portraits of the family’s ancestors, and there were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that cast a warm glow over the room.

As we made our way to the back garden, I could feel the cool breeze on my face. The garden was sprawling, with tall hedges giving some privacy and colorful flowers that lined the pathways. In the center of the garden, there was a large fountain that was surrounded by benches where people could sit and enjoy the view.

But my attention was soon drawn back to the group of people in front of me. They had all gathered around me once again, their faces filled with confidence. I knew I was outnumbered, with six of them against me.

Then, the guy whose ass was beaten up spoke up. “What did you do to me last time?” he asked, his tone aggressive.

I sighed and replied, “I don’t remember exactly, but we could repeat it again.”

The guy jumped in the air, like a monkey, and tried to punch me. I easily dodged his punch and replied, “Is that all you’ve got?”

The rest of the group laughed, but the guy was not amused. He charged at me again, but this time I was ready. I blocked his punch and countered with a swift kick to his stomach. He fell to the ground, gasping for air.

The rest of the group stared at me in shock, but I knew I couldn’t let my guard down. I was ready for whatever they threw at

Then the guy from the ground shouted, “now!”

My body felt paralyzed, and I didn’t know what had happened. The last thing I remembered was dodging the guy’s attack, but now I couldn’t move.

“The fuck…?”

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Author here:

I feel like the story has been dying since I went premium. Readership has dropped, and comments have decreased as well. It seems like nobody likes the story or the main character. If this continues, I will most likely have to drop the story.