Villain Simulator-Chapter 149: Unexpected turn of events!

Time flew, the day of the monthly test passed, and the next day arrived—the day for the results.

—Hey, party after class today?

—Sounds like a plan. Let’s have champagne."

From the back of the hall, the laughter of students, including Hannah and another girl, was the first thing that greeted me as I entered the class.

’What do these greenhorns know about champagne?’

Shaking my head at their naivety, I made my way to my seat beside Veena. She was slumbering peacefully, her head resting atop her big breasts, acting as a makeshift pillow on the desk.

I gently patted her back and greeted her.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Ah..."

With a groggy sigh, she stirred, lifted her head, and, blinking sleepily, turned to me.

"Oh, it’s Adrian... Good morning. What’s up?"

Tiredness smeared on her face, and her eyes were faintly red as if from lack of sleep.

"Forget about me, and tell about yourself. You didn’t come today, so what happened to you? Didn’t you sleep well?"

"Sleep well? Ha... I was so nervous about the results that I didn’t even get a wink."

She admitted it and let out a deep, exhausted yawn.

"But why so nervous?"

"Did you forget? I couldn’t even finish my report. Those mana formulas were so small, my eyes felt like they were on fire just trying to read them," she lamented, casting me a pitiful glance.

Her lips twisted slightly with envy as she added, "But you, Adrian, finished your report first in the class. Watching you behave so confidently just makes me jealous as hell, waaah. I couldn’t finish it all; damn, it was so freaking tiny."

"Haha, my situation was a bit unique, but you did well too, so don’t’ worry. Even if you only managed to solve the surface layers, I think it’s commendable."

With the level of difficulty this time around, simply completing a portion and writing a decent report would likely suffice to maintain an S-tier ranking.

So I really didn’t lie to Veena; she really did well.

"That’s a relief."

Veena finally sighed in relief, chuckled, and patted her chest.

"It is, and there’s still some time left, so you should probably rest a little more. I’ll wake you up when Professor Isabella arrives."

"Really? Thanks! You’re a lifesaver."

Giving me an enthusiastic thumbs-up, Veena drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Her head again fell back on her breasts, and she was out like a drunk, sleeping peacefully.

Observing her playful antics and the newfound expressiveness in her behavior, I couldn’t help but smile faintly, pleased to see her blossoming into a more cheerful version of herself.

My gaze drifted across the classroom, where most students had already settled into their groups, engaging in lively chatter.

Not far from me were Rosalie and her gang.

Even from a distance, I could hear them talking.

"Can you guys definitely score good on this task?"

"Yeah, thanks to you."

With a grateful smile, Alex nodded her head at Rosalie.

Meanwhile, Hannah wore a dissatisfied expression, her chin supported by her hand.

"Rosalie, when are you going to stop helping Alex and help me too? I did everything by myself in the test."

Rosalie raised an eyebrow at that.

"Sharing brings joy, doesn’t it? And Alex deserves it."

Rosalie knew that if she shared her talent now, it would return as a greater power in the distant future.

The value of Alex and his big sister came not from them as individuals but from their family.

In contrast, although Hannah was also from a prominent family, it was just an average one.

Cypras do not lack such bootlickers.

"As for you, put in the effort and match Alex’s caliber before asking me for help."

"Ooh, so heartless… You’re making poor little me shed tears."

Hannah pretended to wipe away a tear when suddenly.

Bang—!

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—You fucking asshole! If I fail, I will beat the shit out of you.

The sudden outburst echoed through the classroom, causing a flurry of startled reactions. Even Rosalie and her gang turned to see the source of the commotion.

—What a shitty bitch! It’s your fault for getting robbed of the ball, and you’re freaking out.

—Don’t fuck with me, you bitch.

With Professor Isabella still absent, two girls got into a heated argument, probably to settle a score from yesterday’s ball-stealing incident.

Rosalie watched with interest.

—Fuck you!

—Get off me, asshole, before I kill you!

Watching fights was a hobby of hers, especially these thug-style brawls, because it showed how brutal and petty the other person was.

’A bitch with a twisted head.’

That was what she was.

Fortunately, the argument was short-lived; as the classroom door swung open, Isabella stormed in, and her voice cut through the chaos.

"What the hell is going on here?! This isn’t a marketplace! Get back to your seats and sit down, now!"

Isabella’s authoritative tone silenced the class, prompting everyone to obediently return to their seats. I also nudged Veena with my elbow and woke her up from her slumber.

"You all are adults now, so behave like one."

Thud!

Isabella called out and dropped a bundle of papers onto the table with a resounding thud.

"The results from yesterday are out here."

With a flick of her palm, the bundle of sheets shot into the air, each paper landing neatly in front of its designated student.

"I have some work to do, so check them thoroughly while I go out for a few moments. And I expect no commotion when I return, or there will be consequences. So engrave this in your head."

Her stern gaze scanned the room, making sure everyone complied.

No one dared touch their result sheet until she left, but as soon as she did, chaos erupted once more as students eagerly examined their grades.

Although Isabella claimed that she had to leave because of work, I knew that she might have simply wanted to watch how things turned out here.

In fact, she may even be viewing everything that happens inside via the live video from outside the corridor, as far as I know.

’Truly a shrewd woman, humph.’

Smirking inwardly, I secretly glanced over at Rosalie’s side, but only saw a slight dissatisfaction on her face and no other major change, which made me frown in return.

’What happened? Did she not get a failing score?’

I was only considering it when, suddenly,

"What the fuck!"

A scream, closer to a fit, resounded in the hall.

"Ah—no, fuck fuck fuck fuck! Why did I get a zero?!!"

The sissy Alex, with his slender feminine figure, was throwing a fit as if he had been tazed.

"..."

For a second, I was taken aback because these weren’t the words I was expecting from this sissy.

’No, why did he get zero? What happened to Rosalie?’

My gaze subconsciously turned to Rosalie, who was looking thoughtfully at Alex, and instantly, I figured out what had happened.

’It seems Rosalie really gave the ball to Alex in the end. Sigh!’

I couldn’t help but sigh at the protagonist’s luck.

’Well, whatever, though a little less effective, this should still do the job.’

Despite the unexpected turn of events, it was still a satisfactory outcome.

’At least my sniping was successful, hehe.’

It was a shame, though, that Alex wasn’t my primary target, but his reaction was entertaining enough.

"Wow, I’m going crazy—!"

I watched the sissy with interest, as if watching a movie.

"Which son of a bitch stole it? No, this is fucking unbelievable…."

’Ho! It seems like he still doesn’t realize that someone has tampered with the ball.’

That, however, was to be expected, considering who would think that their mana ball contained the incorrect mana formula?

Despite this, the enraged sissy also forgot that each student could only report on the ball they really had. In order to report on the magic formula of a different ball, the student would have to be without a ball, which was obviously not feasible in S-tier since everyone got a ball regardless of some students getting their first ball stolen.

But Alex, unaware of that, was still causing a commotion.

"Come out, which bastard or bitch copied my magic formula and submitted it? Really, fuck, who the hell?"

Suddenly, he spun around, and at that moment, our eyes met.

I raised an eyebrow and said it nonchalantly.

"It wasn’t me."

"… Who said it was you, dumbass? No, wait…"

His eyes widened in realization; he seemed to have understood something as he shouted, pointing at me.

"It’s you! You stole the first ball and hid the second one. It’s you, bastard!!! It’s always you!! I will kill you!"

With bloodshot eyes, Alex charged toward me, his rage clouding his judgment as he grabbed me by the collar.

My body was lifted into the air, and the paper in my hand fell to the ground. It was quite a powerful grip.

Nonetheless, I didn’t say anything, not because I didn’t want to but because I knew that Isabella must be looking at everything from the outside, and if I reacted here or treated Alex like a month ago, his actions would have lesser consequences, and I would also be punished despite being a victim for using excessive force.

Which was not good for plans.

Besides, even if I used [Concealment], I doubted I could hide my actions from Isabella’s keen eyes.

My motive was simple: since my target had shifted from Rosalie to Alex, I intended to crush him even more thoroughly.

So, I did nothing, allowing him to lift me without resistance, and I stared coldly into Alex’s eyes.

Feeling my murderous intent, his grasp on my collar loosened for a brief moment as he staggered back subconsciously, but then, as if sensing his cowardice, he overcame it with even greater hatred.

His grip tightened as he shouted.

"You son of a bitch!!!"

Before he could explode, however, Rosalie intervened.

"ALEX!!"

She yelled, pushing him back, and then...

Smack!

Her hand connected sharply with his cheek.

"Rosalie!"

Ignoring his protests, she extended her hand again, and...

Smack!

Delivered another resounding slap.

Her finger prints were left on his cheek as she glared at him.

Pindrop silence settled in the classroom for a moment before Rosalie shouted again.

"Have you gone insane?! Did you forget that only someone with no ball can steal your magic formula?!"

"…I."

It was only then that Alex came to his senses.

His body trembled, and his pupils shrank to the size of dots.

But it was already too late, because at that moment.

Bang!

"I said no commotion!!!"

The classroom door burst open, and Isabella strode in, her voice booming with fury.

"You fucking idiot!"

Her intense gaze fell upon Alex, whose legs immediately lost strength, and he dropped to the floor under her pressure.

Even so, I paid no attention to him or Isabella.

Instead, my gaze shifted to Rosalie, who, for some reason, was looking at me with wide eyes and a pale face.

Beads of sweat covered her forehead.

It was as if she had seen a ghost.

’Huh? What happened to her?’