ISEKAI'D (Lookism x Female/r)

Chapter 28 - PTJ

The look painted on his was a scene to watch. I could definitely tell that they're taken aback by my comment.

In fact , I was pretty proud of it.

"Oh look. You've stopped talking. Maybe the disease had weared off a little.." I look back at the Class A trainees , slightly initiating the 'did I say something wrong?' Look.

And yup. They're definitely pissed off and mad-

"Well is there anything you'd like to eat? Class A boys. Where'd you get that phone? It's a secret , right? You could get fired for that." Lasol then said with a stern look on her face.

Looking at her , I knew that I should never get on her bad side.

"And why did you all stop eating and leave together? Were you perhaps smoking? Shall I tell the boss and you'll be sorry."

Lasol continues with that authority in her voice as they flinch under her words. They're probably scared. I dont really blame them though , I would be too.

"Let's go Y/n. You too Daniel." Joy says hooking her arms around mine and Daniel dragging us towards the door , which caught me off guard.

Ever since from that day onwards , we didn't really encounter them but damn. They really hate us huh? I mean , did they really have to trash the whole room after they were done with it?

Not only were the trash hard to clean after them , the hours of practising are longer than school too.

It was..

'Freaking torture.' I thought to myself , staring at the room full of trash. It's been days since I've become a personal maid for these Class A trainees.

I picked up a piece of trash with two fingers, my face twisting into a look of disgust as I dropped it into the bin.

Who even knew what they'd done with the trash? Actually, scratch that-I didn't want to know.

A heavy sigh then escaped me. I just want to go home...but nope, there was no chance of that anytime soon.

The monthly evaluation was right around the corner, which meant extra rehearsals and extra suffering.

But now that I have thought about it. Why the heck do I care so much? Can't I just be super bad and get kicked out? That's more ideal for me ain't it?

My lips curled into a grin as the idea solidified. 'If I just bomb it, they'll kick me out, right?' That would solve everything.

No more cleaning up after these wannabes, no more late-night practices , just sweet, sweet freedom.

"Gosh, you're so smart y/n." I muttered to myself, patting my shoulder with a smug little smile. For the first time in days, I felt hopeful.

Too bad that happiness didn't last long as I was then broken off my 'amazing' thoughts when Oliver started talking.

"Alright, since most of you are noobs, Lassol and I will be teaching you today instead of the dance coach," Oliver announced. He stepped forward and began to demonstrate the choreography. His movements were sharp and fluid, every step perfectly timed.

I couldn't help but be impressed. Who wouldnt be? Even i wouldnt be able to furn a blind eye to this gem who has definetly perfected the basics of basics.

It was a shame he was still stuck in Class C. Honestly, with moves like that, he could easily pass for an idol already. Just that it's too bad he has a sour relationship with Aru now.

Shrugging, I decided to follow along with Lassol , without trying too hard, of course. To my surprise, the steps weren't all that difficult. My body just kind of picked them up naturally.