My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

How to get along with others is a difficult question from any perspective.

However, those who live as difficult a life as I have must be a minority in this world.

Tasia didn't know why, but no matter which school she attended, she always encountered this kind of thing, and even changing schools repeatedly didn't help.

So much so that she had become somewhat accustomed to this feeling of being rejected.

"It can be handled... It's okay, just like every time I've endured it before."

She spoke to herself silently.

Back in the classroom, her classmates' gazes lingered on her for a while.

But when she looked over, they would all avert their gaze.

Tasia walked back to her seat and skillfully inspected the chair and desk step by step. Sure enough, she found that glue had been applied to the bottom of the drawer and the adjustable pins on both sides of the chair had been removed.

She took out her tools from her small handbag and dealt with these expected incidents before class started.

This is a familiar scenario for her, and she should be able to get through today just fine.

After finishing her classes for the day, Tasia packed her things and prepared to leave.

"Ouch! Watch out!"

As I reached the door, a girl outside suddenly called out.

She was carrying a bucket of sewage, which she was about to pour on Tasia.

Tasia took a step and, with remarkable agility, flipped out of the window next to her.

Her figure drew a graceful arc in mid-air.

"Splash—" A bucket of water spilled all over the ground, staining everything.

The girl stared in disbelief at Tasia, who had landed steadily in the corridor, and uttered a sound as if fate had seized her: "Uh..."

Tasia turned her head and looked at the dirty water on the ground.

"Next time you're cleaning, please be careful holding the bucket steady," she said.

God knows how many times she secretly practiced the moves to prepare for such emergencies, so that she could perform them so smoothly.

"Very good, you dodged it perfectly this time."

The expensive uniforms issued by the academy must not be dirtied because of something like this.

She found out on her first day of school that it would cost 5 gran pounds to buy a new uniform.

That was an unbearable burden for her.

Tasia lifted her boots and walked step by step, seemingly calm but actually full of vigilance, down the corridor fraught with danger.

As she approached the stairs, two classmates were playfully fighting with brooms and mops, then ran down the stairs recklessly.

The person in front, holding a broom, had his back to the corridor and blocked Tasia's way downstairs.

The people behind them raised their mops high.

"Hehehehe~ Don't run away~"

The girl holding the mop shouted excitedly with an exaggerated expression.

Tasia moved with lightning speed, snatching the broom from the person next to her.

Grasp the handle, calm your mind, and sweep it across.

"Snap!"

The broom hit the mop precisely, and the girl lost her grip, sending the entire mop flying.

"Clang—Clang—Clang—"

The mop rolled down the stairs one step at a time, making a reluctant thumping sound.

The two people, one in front and one behind, stared at her with wide eyes.

They stood there, frozen, their hands empty, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"Next time you're cleaning, please be careful not to play around in the stairwell."

After saying this, Tasia calmly returned the broom to the girl next to her.

After she left, the two of them finally realized what had happened and looked at each other in surprise.

"How is that possible—"

……

"Excellent, another crisis averted."

Tasia has successfully descended the stairs and arrived at the main entrance of the teaching building.

Generally speaking, you're pretty much safe once you leave the teaching building.

Even the girls wouldn't resort to their despicable tactics in public, probably because they were afraid that exposing themselves to others would damage their ladylike image.

These noble ladies have been doing such things openly and secretly with no restraint...

However, we cannot relax now, as the last leg of the journey is often the most difficult.

Tasia held her breath and looked around, carefully examining any suspicious objects nearby.

The spacious first floor felt somewhat empty.

She carefully avoided the enormous, luxurious crystal chandelier in the very center.

Although I don't think they have that kind of courage, it's still better to be careful.

However, the scene was not what she had envisioned.

She didn't notice anything amiss until she stepped out of the teaching building.

"Is that all?"

Tasia was a little surprised.

"Are these aristocratic young ladies, who spend all their time in academy, so unexpectedly simple-minded because they've never experienced the harsh realities of society...?"

—That's the only reason I can use to convince myself.

She tightened the strap of her handbag and slowly but firmly walked outside the building.

The gloomy sky always makes one wonder if it's about to rain.

Looks like I need to go home as soon as possible.

Just as she was about to quicken her pace, her gaze was unconsciously drawn to another item under the tree next to her.

"That is..."

After hesitating for two seconds, Tasia resolutely changed direction.

She walked over and saw its true form.

It's a snow-white, fluffy Bobby doll.

It lay pitifully on the ground, its big, dark eyes looking at me innocently.

"Bobby—"

After recognizing the doll, Tasia looked up and scanned her surroundings.

No one is empty.

She bit her lip, bent down, and picked it up.

"Who was so heartless as to leave you here?"

Tasia gently patted the dust off its back.

"Beep, beep..."

Strange sounds emanated from Bobby's body.

"Um?"

Tasia felt a little strange and subconsciously tried to find the source of the strange noise. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her and she remembered something.

Her expression changed.

But before she could make her next move...

"boom--"

The Bobby in my hand exploded.

The pitch-black ink inside sprayed out completely.

……

"Tasia!"

Chris's anxious voice rang out.

Today, Class E's last class was a practical lesson, which had to be conducted in another teaching area. Even though I rushed back as soon as get out of class ended, I still didn't have time.

Appearing before Chris and Wayne was Tasia, standing under the tree with a blank stare.

She clutched several pieces of fabric, unrecognizable from their original form, tightly in her hands. Her body was covered in black ink, emitting a pungent odor.

Both of them looked somewhat surprised.

"Why...didn't we have time?!" The same thought crossed their minds.

According to the plot, Chris should have discovered the noble ladies' threats against Tasia just as they were stopping her. Then Chris should have jumped in and driven them away!