“No…… I just thought there might be something in the bag since you were suddenly still.”
The endless speculation made even Diane uncomfortable. Neris spoke softly.
“In my bag, there are my books and writing tools.”
Megara’s ways were the same in her past life as now. The only difference was that the torment devised by the current young Megara was clumsy.
In just a few more years, Megara would boast a wickedness that even adults find hard to see, but for now, she was still cute and naive.
Angarad’s eyes shook with confusion at Neris’s words. Shouldn’t this be wrong? Shouldn’t I be screaming and scared?
Growing desperate, Angarad asked a little reproachfully.
“So, is that so? I’m curious, can I look at your bag?”
Among the bragging students of the Noble Academy, showing each other the contents of their bags was not a strange thing. It was a suitable excuse coming from the twelveyearold Angarad Nine. Neris grinned.
“I’m sorry, but my bag is messy. I’m embarrassed to show it, so I’ll show you next time.”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about. My bag isn’t very organized either.”
Angarad’s voice grew louder. The surrounding children looked at Angarad and Neris, startled by his sudden outburst.
Soon, smirks appeared on a few faces. The reasons for the smirks varied.
What’s this, Angarad Nine, he’s clinging to her…… she’s a Baron’s daughter, but so what, a poor country noble, making noise in the classroom and not even embarrassed…… without a proper nanny, she must be filthy…….
The two young counts, arguably the highestranking in the class, feigned disinterest, merely glancing at the small commotion. A faint smile appeared on Megara’s lips.
“But I am embarrassed.”
Yet Neris said firmly, perhaps with an attitude that many would find chilly.
That should have been the end of it, but Angarad, flustered, reached out to forcibly snatch Neris’s bag.
Indeed, if he missed this chance, he would have to find another bug next time, so even if it seemed like a mistake, he wanted to grab it now.
But Diane grabbed Neris’s bag before him. She tightly closed the bag’s opening and placed it between Neris’s and her own chair.
“The teacher’s coming.”
A child said that before the atmosphere could become too strange. Angarad, with anxious eyes, had no choice but to sit obediently and look forward.
Neris sideeyed Megara, who was smiling kindly at her friends, and silently sneered.
Your lizard tail has the same target this time, what will you do? Now your tail can only wriggle on its own; it can’t scare me anymore.
(This is a time marker.)
Madam Lunis, who teaches lowergrade dance, clapped her hands.
“Change partners!”
The violinist took a break as the opportunity arose. Quick glances of exploration darted around the large hall’s interior. Popular children had many wanting to partner with them, while unpopular children often ended up alone.
“Hello?”
As soon as Madam Lunis’s words fell, Neris greeted the boy who ran straight towards her with a polite smile.
It was not out of pleasure. Truly, it was simply because she disliked being bothered.
“Hello.”
“Neris Trued, right? Can I call you Nel?”
“No.”
The boy looked stunned as Neris cut him off with a smile. Madam Lunis clapped her hands three times quickly, and those who had not found partners they liked quickly grabbed the hands of whoever was next to them.
Jingling, jingling! The violin began to play a lively dance tune again.
“Uh, can I ask why not?”
The two held hands and slowly stepped. To his question, Neris gently lied as if an adult were teaching a child.
“Nel doesn’t suit me.”
A nickname like Nellusion.
“It suits you though?”
The boy’s eyes widened in surprise. His appearance was innocent, but Neris knew how he had tormented her throughout her school years and how much more cowardly he became as he got older, so she showed him no mercy.
“Ha ha! Watch the filthy Trued move, just a little movement, and rotten milk will cover that girl!”
The initiation of the prank of placing a cup of rotten milk above Neris’s head was someone else’s idea, but it was clear that it gave good inspiration to this boy. In her previous life, Neris had thrown up several times because of it.
“It doesn’t suit me. So don’t call me that.”
Having said so much, the boy had no choice but to abandon his plan to call her by a nickname.
Neris found everyone in the classroom, including this boy, disgusting, but she dutifully danced with him.
As the dance tune ended, Mrs. Lunis clapped her hands and ordered them to change partners. Another boy who had been glancing at Neris quickly approached and took her hand.
Four boys who missed their timing scattered with disappointed faces, and Alecto, who was standing blatantly without a partner nearby, lightly protested.
“Hey, can’t you see me?”
Alecto wasn’t objectively pretty, and she had a rough personality. Her classmates thought her sharp remarks were fun, but she wasn’t particularly popular with boys.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
