Volume 3: High School Arc - Mirror Game
As expected, elite schools really were different.
“I’m fine, thank you for your concern, teacher. You’re really pretty~ Do you have a boyfriend?”
This boy seemed a bit unserious on the surface, at least in the eyes of the other classmates, but to me... what he said was a counterattack to the teacher’s teasing.
Clean and decisive, his reaction was incredibly quick, without giving an inch.
First, he showed goodwill, and then immediately shifted the topic to the teacher.
At this age, female teachers would definitely be a little shy about such topics.
Even women in their thirties or forties would feel a bit awkward talking about love.
But this teacher wasn’t simple either.
“Oh my~ That’s the teacher’s secret. But if you all behave well, I might find a chance to tell you~ Alright, time to take attendance, everyone go back to your seats. Disobedient students, be careful or I’ll smack your palms.”
She effortlessly dissolved the boy’s comment, even leaving a little mystery.
Then swiftly changed the subject.
Finally, she playfully used what seemed like a ‘clumsy’ but actually fun and lighthearted threat of a palm-smack, instantly closing the distance between her and the students.
Tsk tsk!
This really was high society, every word they spoke carried such depth.
Stepping into this school felt like entering a microcosm of the upper class.
Everyone here was a talent.
I really loved it here...
Yeah right!!
Damn it! As expected of the elite group!
They completely pulled away from the education of the ordinary class from the very roots!
Forget about those infamously spoiled sons, just look at this guy beside me—he’d crush them all, at least from my perspective.
Damn, as an Evil Spirit, I actually ran into such a monster.
This guy must have full marks in sociology, right!?
Shit!
With the teacher’s last sentence, the classroom erupted in laughter again.
But these students were very self-disciplined, all returning to their seats without the usual childish scramble.
I glanced around the classroom... their looks weren’t exceptionally striking, but all had pretty standard facial features.
Looking at it this way... my face stood out quite a bit here.
“Next, I’ll start taking attendance. When your name is called, you have to answer. If you don’t...”
The teacher shook the pointer in her hand, the threat clearly implied.
Of course, it was just a symbolic threat—I didn’t believe she’d actually punish students physically.
But in a school like this, there must be methods far more terrifying than corporal punishment.
You have to understand, this was a true aristocratic school.
An annual tuition of two hundred thousand yuan.
Three years, not counting personal expenses, meant at least six hundred thousand just for school fees—more expensive than studying abroad in many countries.
In a school like this, students were either children of high-ranking officials or wealthy elites.
If you connected them all, maybe not the whole country, but at least two or three provinces’ worth of top officials and tycoons would be tied together.
If someone were publicly criticized here... it would be like disgracing their entire family.
That was far more brutal than any physical punishment.
Being named once was nearly the same as letting everyone in those two or three provinces’ elite circles know: “This person is useless.”
Just like that, most of your future would be ruined.
This school waived part of the tuition for children of certain high officials as a way to include the elite class.
He quickly tidied up.
The boy and girl beside him also gave him a hand.
I actually wanted to help too, but the stuff had fallen on the opposite side from me.
If I went over deliberately, it would feel too intentional.
Better to be cautious—I wasn’t ready to get too involved with him just yet.
Thinking that, I quietly sat back down.
Just as I sat, they had pretty much finished cleaning up too.
As I tucked my feet in, I suddenly noticed something underfoot.
Looking down, I saw a brand-new, unopened eraser.
Just as I saw it, he muttered, “Why’s there one missing?? Over there?”
Instinctively, I turned around.
I saw that he was about to walk over, hand already in his right pants pocket.
“It’s over here.”
I quickly bowed my head.
I didn’t let him pick it up, but picked it up myself instead.
When I looked up, he was already standing in front of me.
At that moment, my Evil Spirit Form was ready to burst out at any second.
Slowly... I handed over the eraser in my hand.
He... reached out with the right hand that had been in his pocket and took the eraser.
At that exact moment, his right fingertips brushed the back of my left hand, and my Evil Spirit Form was ready to counterattack at any second.
Time... seemed to freeze. I looked at him, and he looked at me.
However...
At the moment of contact...
Apart from a ‘pop’ of static electricity, nothing else happened.
“Ah~”
I pretended to gasp and pulled my hand back, while the right half of my Evil Spirit Form was already prepared—if anything felt off, I would immediately pull out his soul!
But...
Aside from that jolt of static, I didn’t feel any discomfort.
In that instant, I caught a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
In response to his concern, I shook my head with a bit of caution, pretending nothing had happened.
He, for reasons unknown, sat back down in his seat.
I was a bit puzzled too.
What was he confused about?
Was it the Evil Spirit Form he saw?
Or something else?
To be safe, after withdrawing my hand, I didn’t make any moves.
Instead, when he turned to look elsewhere, I observed carefully.
There was nothing strange at all, as if... that really was just static electricity.
But judging from the look in his eyes, it probably wasn’t just that.
Maybe he did something—but it didn’t work, otherwise he wouldn’t have had that expression!
Even though he hid it well, it couldn’t escape my sixth sense!
Yes, a girl’s sixth sense!
Damn it!
Who would’ve thought I’d experience something like that one day!
My hand didn’t show anything strange for now, and this probably wasn’t the time to dwell on it either.
Next, the teacher in front began taking roll.
Each student called up was required to come forward and introduce themselves—their name, hobbies, and strengths.
One of the students was even asked to perform some street dance.
To be honest, it was pretty good.
They were going row by row, and my seat seemed to be toward the end?
Tsk... should I be thinking about what I should perform?