How To Survive As A Villain

Not A Window Seat

The classroom was filled with black benches made of some unknown metal, accommodating all 20 students in this section.

Upon entering the now-packed classroom, Ren noticed the sudden silence engulfing him from all sides.

All eyes turned towards him, watching his every move as if he were some sort of exotic animal. Recalling from memory, he made his way toward the fifth bench in the third row, though it wasn't a window seat.

Ren pondered silently, 'Who made the rule that only protagonists get to sit at the window seat? Why am I not a protagonist?'

The system picked up on Ren's thoughts and presented him with a considerate option: 'Do you want to take Sabrina's role and be with Win, or do you want to be Win and be with Sabrina?'

At the mere mention of Sabrina, Ren's body subconsciously shuddered. He gulped his nervousness down, thinking, 'Forget it. This seat is very comfy. Very good to sleep on.'

The system chimed in, 'You are here to study, not to sleep!'

Ren, recalling his habit of sleeping during high school classes, refrained from teasing the system this time. Observing the narrowed eyes of the cub casually resting on his desk, he wisely stayed quiet.

As Ren sat down, the whispers in the class began to fill the air with gossip once again. He could vaguely hear the students talking about the park and Win, but he ignored them.

Each table was equipped with an optical brain loaded with studying materials and various applications.

Ren's slender fingers touched the smooth edges of the table as he tapped on the indicators to understand its working pattern.

The screen lit up and floated in front of Ren. Following the memories in his mind, he separated the screen into two windows: one for classwork and another for noting crucial points.

With a few minutes left before the teacher's arrival, the system began to teach Ren about the software he would be using from now on.

Ren marveled, 'Oh! That's so cool! You can just select this, and no need to draw shapes individually. You don't need to make notebooks at all. Oh, my fellow students who were beaten by teachers for not completing their copies, you will be remembered.'

The pious look on Ren's face, accompanied by his hand placed on his heart as if giving tribute, left the system speechless.

After paying homage to the 'homework warriors', Ren was about to explore more options when a hand knocked on his table.

Those tanned fingers didn't give him a good feeling.

Sure enough, Win was staring at Ren, or rather at Ren's black hoodie.

"Dorion, we need to talk," Win said.

"No," Ren answered without hesitation. Dorion wouldn't talk, but he had already done so yesterday. It should be fine, right?

Ren waited for Win to leave, but instead, Win's clenched fist knocked on his bench with such force that it shook even the floating screens.

Ren immediately sought help from the system. 'Oi, little God, what's going on? Didn't he go back yesterday? Why is he still here now? I thought these kids were very obedient.'

The system felt like hitting someone. 'Dear Ren Jiang, I sent you all the data yesterday. Did you not read it?' 

The more polite the system became, the more frowns appeared on Ren's forehead. It seemed to be the case. He really forgot about that!