Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

If you don't have a thick skin, you might actually feel ashamed, like Natsu.

In classrooms.

"See? This is what happens when you're late for class." Stewart earnestly warned the remaining students in the class so they wouldn't follow his bad example.

Then he smelled the aroma of meat coming from the back row:

"York Bedford! No breakfast in the classroom, and you get out too!"

The upright book fell over, revealing a face with cheeks stuffed full of roasted meat, and a large, bony meat stick.

Domi and his group have gained another new member.

Stewart rubbed his head, feeling a sudden headache coming on, wondering what he had done to deserve being the homeroom teacher of these guys.

Fortunately, aside from a few troublemakers, most of the students were quite well-behaved, which made him feel somewhat at ease.

After calming myself down, I decided to begin today's lesson:

"Today we're going to review what we learned last week. Please have someone write down the methods for preparing several poisons on the blackboard. Since the class monitor isn't here, then... Nancy Colette, you do it."

"Nancy?"

"Nancy Colette!"

"Ah...oh! Okay, teacher."

"What are you thinking?"

How could she say that she was imagining why Nats and the others were late, so that she could verify her idea when get out of class ended?

This was interesting for her because Nats had all sorts of reasons for being late, which was as intriguing as opening a blind box.

In a moment of desperation, she blurted out something off the top of her head:

"Teacher, I'm thinking... about what to eat for lunch."

Snapped!

Stewart slapped himself in the eye. Well, this class is hopeless.

In front of them were the four who were late, plus the disorganized and undisciplined people in the back row; behind them was a well-behaved girl who had no interest in class and only wanted to eat; and there were also two scheming idiots.

The so-called "strongest Class A" was all a drug that the principal used to bewitch him; the promise of winning the best prize was just a joke the world played on him.

Let whoever wants to teach this class take over!

Stewart slumped into the teacher's chair, and everything went black...

181. Chapters 178 and 177: The Main Character Team is Formed

Domi and the others were allowed in after standing outside the classroom for one class period; it's currently break time.

When Stewart saw these guys laughing and joking even after being punished, completely unconcerned, he was furious. But since the punishment was already done and they couldn't be dealt with in a short time, he simply closed his eyes and decided to ignore it.

Domi's seat was in the last row by the window, a spot often referred to as the "main seat."

"Ah~ I don't feel that tired, but it feels so good to sit down."

Edward and Argyle, sitting on his left and right, immediately understood and nodded in agreement.

"Ah! Is that a kitten? It's so cute!"

"Dominic, can we touch it?"

Just then, two female classmates who were sitting in the front row walked towards him, or more accurately, they were attracted by the lump of coal on his head.

Belinda and Martha, classmates who entered Class A through the magic exam, are certainly not as good as Shia and Avi, but they are still considered to be from modest families.

But Domi didn't want to have too much contact with them, and as for the reason... we'll find out soon enough.

"Okay... if Coal Ball doesn't mind." With that, Domi lifted Coal Ball off his head and placed him on the desk. The little guy blinked his bright blue eyes, full of confusion.

"Is her name Coal Ball? What a fitting name."

Belinda tried to reach out to the coal ball's furry body, gently stroked it, and then couldn't let go.

There's no way around it, Coal Ball's fur seems to be even smoother than that of a regular cat, making it irresistible.

"Hey! Don't hog the coal ball, I want to pet it too!" Masha joined in petting the cat.

The constant laughter of girls behind him made Edward's heart itch. If he had known that a kitten could shorten the distance between him and a girl, he would definitely have gotten one too.

Having finished rubbing, Belinda put down the coal briquettes and casually remarked:

"By the way, does Princess Shia agree to Dominic keeping a cat?"

coming!

Domi immediately became extremely vigilant. These two were extremely fanatical about shipping couples. Once they announced their relationship, they could interrogate you for a whole day, and their questioning skills surpassed even those of Buddha.

"This should be considered my family matter, gentlemen. Please give Shia and me some private space..."

"Oh, I thought it was just a small matter. Since Dominic is so averse to it, I won't ask anymore."

Although Belinda is enthusiastic, she doesn't lose her emotional intelligence, because she knows that only by building good relationships with her classmates can she have a chance to see more couples showing affection.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit tense, this is when the role of another member of the shipping group came into play.

Martha changed the subject:

"Hey, you guys know what? Natsu and Nancy have been getting really close lately, their relationship seems to be something special."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. I just saw Nancy bring breakfast to Natsume. What ordinary male and female classmates would do that?"

"Ah! Is it another couple?! No, I need to observe them closely!"

Domi felt ashamed listening to their conversation. It was truly terrifying to be someone who only watched others fall in love without ever experiencing it themselves.

On the other side, the two main characters of the previous topic were sitting face to face in their respective seats.

The two students sat side by side in the middle of the classroom, on the right, separated only by a small aisle.

Nats took the breakfast Nancy handed him from the drawer; he could still feel its warmth through the brown paper. He was both surprised and embarrassed.

How did you know I didn't eat breakfast?

"Would you believe me if I said I was aware of your situation? I had a feeling you'd be late as soon as I woke up this morning, and if you were late, you wouldn't have time to eat breakfast, right? So just in case, I brought you a portion too."

"Hehe, I didn't expect it to actually work."

Nats felt like he was holding a hot potato, not breakfast, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

This was the first time a girl had brought him breakfast.

Natz's brain was about to shut down when Nancy said again:

"Um, if it's possible..."

Nats tensed up again, thinking Nancy was about to say something that would leave him speechless, but he didn't dislike this feeling.

"Can you tell me why you're late? Please, I'll feel terrible all day if I don't know."

"what?"

After explaining the reason, Nats breathed a sigh of relief and told Nancy about why he was late and everything that happened on the way, which made her laugh non-stop, even though Nats didn't think it was something to laugh about.

At this point, Stewart, who was lying on the teacher's chair pretending to be dead, seemed to have his own biological clock, always waking up just before class started.

"Class is about to start, so find a chance to eat breakfast. It's not good for your health to go on an empty stomach all the time."

After saying that, Nancy sat back down in her seat, opened her notebook, and looked up to prepare for class.

What a good girl… Nats thought to himself, then, imitating York, he held the book up upright and wolfed it down under its cover.

Professor York taught him this skill when they were both standing outside the classroom as punishment; it's a practical application of what he learned.

Of course, the idea that they wouldn't be discovered was just wishful thinking on York and Nats's part; Stewart could see everything clearly from the podium.

Several veins bulged on his temples, and the chalk in his hand was crushed in his hand, like a lion about to pounce.

"Ignatz! Stand up!"

Nats was startled, but by then he had already finished his breakfast, though he hadn't swallowed it yet; it was all stuck in his cheeks, like a squirrel.

"Oh... here!"

“Tell me yourself, why was York Bedford punished just now?”

goo-dong-

After swallowing his food, Nats tilted his head slightly to look at York in the back row. York simply lowered his head and whistled guiltily, pretending not to see Nats's resentful gaze.

When York went out, he spoke to everyone in a proud tone, saying that the failure was due to a small mistake on his part, which would have been impossible to discover under normal circumstances.

Domi and the others treated it as a joke, but Nats believed his nonsense, and unsurprisingly, he was locked out of the classroom again until lunch break.

"I'm sorry...it's all my fault, I made you get locked up again..." Nancy apologized to Natsume dejectedly on their way to the cafeteria.

"It's not your fault, you have to blame yourself."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to actually believe York. I thought everyone was laughing at him, but it turns out you've become one too..."

Edward was speaking when he was suddenly grabbed by the waist by Aiwei, making him gasp in pain.

"You should just shut up."

Girls seem to experience a special kind of extra pain when their kidneys are pinched; it hurts like hell.

Domi followed behind them, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips. Unconsciously, the campus life he had longed for most in his previous life had come true, giving him a sense of life being like a dream.

Just then, the road ahead suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing?" Nats looked at the six people blocking their way and immediately saw their ill intentions.

The leader was a fourteen-year-old boy. He was a freshman at that age, but he was two years older than most of the students. He was also a size bigger than Nats, and with his arrogant expression, he looked like a local thug leader. Standing in front of him, he was incredibly intimidating.

"Nothing much, just wanted to see what kind of people made it into Class A... Tsk, they're nothing special."

Edward, who was in excruciating pain just moments before, immediately adopted a completely different expression, his arrogance no less than that of his opponent.

It's that feeling of raising your lower lip, nostrils pointing to the sky, as if you're about to shout "Eat shit, Leung Fei-fan!"