MTL - The Strong Beauty is a Goddess in Showbiz - Chapter 359 Jin Si is really good

Cote: There is Something Wrong With HikigayaBy: XiaokoPatient Profile:Patient: Hikigaya Hachiman, Year 1 Class D, Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High SchoolDiagnosis: Adolescence SyndromeCondition Overview: The patient claims to have woken up in a parallel world, where both his physical age and relationships have drastically changed!Yukinoshita Haruno is now his classmate.Shizuka-sensei is somehow teaching at Sobu Middle School...And before he knows it, he ends up in a prestigious school with a 100% graduation and employment rate, stepping onto a fate that even destiny itself cannot predict!

Religious and cultural schisms wreak havoc on its internal politics, while revolutions are brewing in neighboring kingdoms. The aristocratic houses play endless power games amongst themselves, and the Emperor desperately abuses what little influence he has left to keep his rivals down.Amidst all of this, Arnold von Hohenfels, first son of the Margrave of Hohenfels, finds himself in the unfortunate position of having to attend the Imperial Academy, a notorious battleground of wits and brawn for ambitious young nobles.Armed with a magical gift that is as much a blessing as it is a curse, he must learn to navigate the treacherous waters of aristocratic entanglements. In the name of his family’s ambition, he must represent House Hohenfels' interests in this microcosm of Imperial politics, deal with his formidable enemies, form alliances of his own, and somehow keep his brash cousin Friedrich out of trouble.Frankly, he would much rather be anywhere else.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”