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Join the Server“Ordinary guns cannot deal lethal damage to superpower beasts.”
“Scientists in the Joint Laboratory used the characteristics of superpowers to manufacture specialized firearms against superpower beasts, which can easily kill weak ones.”
“Of course, the drawback is also obvious—the flaw of such intense lethality is that the charging time is extremely long, and the gunshot noise is exceptionally loud!”
“If the superpower beast isn’t restrained and manages to dodge, it becomes dangerous.
I once had an experience where…”
In the Class B sophomore superpower classroom, dense and detailed chalk notes were gracefully written across the blackboard.
Wearing the ink-black faculty uniform of the Superpower Department, Teacher Shimizu held a textbook in her hand, narrating the lesson in a gentle, quiet voice.
Outside the window, the heavy rain had stopped at some unknown moment, and the sun hung over the distant mountaintop, casting a golden light that bathed half the classroom.
Turning the dry knowledge points of the textbook into engaging stories, she occasionally tucked unruly strands of hair behind her ear.
This beauty radiating a scholarly aura looked just like a Chinese maiden painting—a painting of a fine lady.
She was a famous, gorgeous teacher well-known across both the general and superpower departments.
No one ever missed Teacher Shimizu’s class.
Even if someone caught a high fever of 45.5°C on their day off, they would rush to the classroom before Teacher Shimizu’s class began and sit obediently in their seat.
Oh, please!
With such a gentle big sister lecturing you and occasionally making playful jokes, who wouldn’t love her!
——Except for Aikawa Yoji!
“Sumimasen!
I’m f*cking late!”
“Thud!”
The flimsy sliding door of the classroom was kicked hard.
The sound paused for a second before the door was pulled open from the outside.
“Tsk, these sliding doors are really inconvenient.
Why does our school love installing these things?
Wouldn’t swinging doors be better?”
Munching on a half-eaten Spring Original Recipe chicken leg, Aikawa Yoji casually strolled into the sight of his classmates.
“!”
“Thud!”
Sasaki, sitting in the front row, slammed his desk violently: “What the hell are you doing, Aikawa!”
“Attending class, of course.
Sasaki-kun, making such a loud noise will upset Teacher Shimizu, you know.
It’s class time right now.”
Yoji chewed on the chicken leg, marching straight toward his seat with a smug, shameless expression, completely ignoring Sasaki’s shouting.
“You brat, so you do know it’s class time!
Do you have any idea how many times you’ve been late, Aikawa!”
Sasaki clenched his fists tightly, wanting to blow a fuse, but he didn’t want to act impolitely in front of Teacher Shimizu.
He could only hold his fists tight and glare at Aikawa Yoji, trying to stab him with his eyes!
——Beep!
——Attack Judgment: Sasaki-kun’s glare has zero lethality.
Aikawa Yoji spun his body around, distributing the hostility from surrounding classmates evenly, the sneer at the corner of his lips growing even more disdainful: “Oh my, just how much do you love Teacher Shimizu, Sasaki-san—did that last 45.5°C fever fry your brain?!
Your grades are almost as bad as mine, and you’re here lecturing me?
Oh my, teacher-student romance is a dame!”
“Aikawa!
Yoji!!!!”
Indeed, Sasaki-kun was that guy—cough cough—that tough student who heroically ran to class with a fever of 45 degrees, whose temperature eventually surged to 48 degrees before being sent to the hospital by Teacher Shimizu.
He left a deep impression in every student’s heart, known colloquially as “The 45-Degree Man!
The Legendary Guy!”
“Pfft, hahahaha!”
‘Ah, no, no, the more I think about it, the funnier it gets, hahaha!’
It was only because people in this world had high physical constitutions due to superpowers that someone could miraculously survive being rushed to the ICU at 48 degrees!
If he considered it based on his pre-transmigration logic, 45 degrees would be enough to cremate you three lifetimes over.
“Aikawa, you!”
Our 45-degree legend—no, Sasaki-kun—finally couldn’t stand this man’s shameless provocation any longer, lifting his desk to—
Only to be calmed down by Teacher Shimizu raising a hand.
“Alright, settle down.”
Teacher Shimizu’s gentle voice echoed throughout the classroom, instantly filling the space with a thin white mist.
The cool sensation easily smoothed over everyone’s volatile emotions: “Classmates shouldn’t fight or argue with each other.”
“…Okay!”
Of course.
That still didn’t include Aikawa Yoji.
Taking another bite of chicken meat and chewing heavily, he narrowed his eyes, glanced thoughtfully at Shimizu, and then smiled: “Okay!”
“Also, Yoji-kun, you really are late.
Can you tell teacher the reason?”
“Teacher Shimizu, I didn’t eat breakfast this morning, and because I was so hungry, I rushed to buy something during break time.
I am deeply sorry for being late.”
“Ah, Yoji-kun didn’t eat breakfast?”
“Yeah, because it rained heavily this morning, the convenience store wasn’t open.”
“I see.
Well then, just be careful next time, and don’t kick the door when you open it.”
“Okay—”
“Go back to your seat.”
Teacher Shimizu’s gentleness was such that even toward Aikawa Yoji—this infamous red-named student—she could treat him so well.
If she wasn’t an angel, what was she?!
Aikawa Yoji comfortably sat back down at his dedicated throne: the seat next to the trash can.
Although it smelled a bit in hot weather, being able to throw away trash at any time was great.
Yoji finished off the last bit of the chicken leg, tossed the wrapping paper into the trash, placed textbooks from other subjects on his desk, and casually scribbled on his notebook without giving Teacher Shimizu another glance.
Of course, unlike other students whose admiration for Teacher Shimizu could be voiced, Shimizu was no angel to Aikawa Yoji.
She was a colleague.
——A colleague who shared a villain identity in the novel.
“Alright, students, open your textbooks and let’s continue.”
Her soft, gentle demeanor captured the students’ attention, inspiring even the underachieving students to study.
Teacher Shimizu, a refined lady whose every gesture oozed scholarly elegance.
Yoji drew two succubus horns on his notebook…
Of course, she wasn’t a boss stage Ritsuki had to clear in the early game.
This monster—no, this villain—was a deep-hidden character in the original work who appeared quite late.
If a low-level protagonist faced a boss of this caliber in the early game, it would be as malicious as the Four Heavenly Kings spawn-camping the starter village.
The early chapters of the book contained pitifully little description of this woman, basically just brief mentions, which once made Luo Xiao suspect whether the author’s outline had completely collapsed, forcing them to pull an early character up to act as a villain.
With so little ink spilled on her, interactions between Yoji and her were naturally rare.
To avoid affecting the late-game plot, Yoji had never interacted with her excessively.
Yeah, and he would definitely not do something stupid like Sasaki-kun; staying quiet and watching was enough.
“…”
The 45-degree legendary man!
Hahaha, no, no!
Thinking about it again is just too funny!
Hahaha!
Why did he even remember Sasaki’s name?
Because he was the legend of 45 degrees, hahaha!
“Is Yoji-kun thinking of something happy?”
Holy crap, you’re still here?!
“I’ve been here the whole time, Yoji-kun.”
His seatmate Nishimura-dougen pushed up his glasses, his smile remaining as bright as ever.
Yoji’s heart tightened once again.
Wait, no?
“Bro, can you actually read minds?
I didn’t say anything just now.”
“Yoji-kun went outside the school, right?
That wrapper just now was from the fried chicken shop outside school.”
Damn it, don’t dodge my question!
“Though if you just wanted to buy fried chicken, the school cafeteria is still open at this hour, and it tastes pretty good too.
So…
is Yoji-kun a sister complex?
The direction of that fried chicken shop seems to face the freshman building.
Did you go find your sister?”
“…”
Aikawa Yoji picked up his pen and continued scribbling.
“Don’t avoid my question, Yoji-kun.”
Avoid what!
Why are you acting so resentful?!
I’m really not gay!
Can you please crawl far away.
Aikawa Yoji kept a cold face: “Heh, stop joking with me, Comrade Dougen.
Sister complex?
Heh, I hate that disrespectful woman the most!”
“Is that so?”
“It’s true.”
Aikawa Yoji scribbled on his notebook while his brain pondered how to properly monitor his little sister in the most reasonable way—without looking like a sister-complex creep stalker—to see if she was following the plot.
‘This morning was strange too.
That speech clearly strayed off course, so how did it circle back so bizarrely?
The person Ritsuki should have thanked was her deceased parents.
The guy below made fun of her dead parents, which led to a fight.
Now it changed to thanking me, and it still managed to circle back.’
‘Does this world really have some special corrective force?
But back then when I…’
‘Or does this corrective force only apply to the protagonist?
Villains like me don’t matter?’
‘Ah, at this time, she should be getting to know the other two members of the protagonist group in her class, right?
Tsk, ah, why can’t my superpower see through walls!!!’
“!!!!”
“Ah, thought of it.”
…
…
…
As a villain side-character, Aikawa Yoji spent his time in the teaching building uneventfully.
Freshmen had an absurd amount of things to be busy with, and he didn’t see Aikawa Ritsuki coming to find him either.
In the evening, he went home early, flipped through his notebook in his room, and straightened out the plot.
The next day, after the second class let out.
Aikawa Yoji ran to the freshman teaching building with full confidence, kicked, and awkwardly pulled open the door to Aikawa Ritsuki’s classroom.
“I’m thirsty right now, Aikawa Ritsuki.
Hurry up and buy me two bottles of drinks—one green tea and one cold milk.
I expect to drink ice-cold water before the bell for class rings, so move your butt and hurry up!”
Without needing to think, he could spot Aikawa Ritsuki in the second-to-last seat by the window in the back row.
At this moment, she was surrounded by many classmates.
Before these newly made friends of hers could react, the black-haired girl stood up from her chair with a thud.
“Okay!
Onii-chan.”
“Right, I might have other errands for you to run later.
If nothing’s up, come to my place after class.”
‘Yeah, just like that!
Stick to my cruel brother persona, exploit my sister as an errand girl, and question her after class!
Excellent.’
“!”
Aikawa Ritsuki’s eyes widened, her voice trembling.
Was she angered by her brother’s excessive words?
She slowly squeezed out an “okay” from the corner of her mouth.
“Hey!
Don’t agree to this bastard—cough, don’t agree to his unreasonable demands, Ritsuki!
You can’t let him bully you at school too!”
“Hmph.”
Yoji snorted coldly at Big Milk, dropped his words, and left without leaving a lingering view of his back.
He was cold and cool!
“Thud!”
“…”
Damn it, who placed a mirror right at the corner!
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