I Give Up on the BL Novel's Male Leads - Chapter 10
“You must’ve brought lunchbox again because you don’t have money?”
Class 1 was located at the very end, and to return from the rooftop, I had to pass by class 10. There were times where I encountered Willai Macintosh unintentionally
“Thanks for the concern. Could you move aside?”
Willai Macintosh’s friends were beside him, smirking maliciously as well.
“Your uniform was also sponsored by the academy, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, really?”
The girls in his group looked surprised.
“A sponsored uniform? How poor must you be?”
“Completely broke. His mother works as a lady-in-waiting, after all.”
Willai Macintosh and I had always been at odds.
Among the nobility, many held the belief that one’s title should dictate their treatment, with a higher title naturally leading to a better life.
The Thierry Barony was of a lower status compared to Macintosh Viscounty.
Both the Thierry Barony and Macintosh Viscounty served as aides to the duke, but there was a rank difference.
And so, he despised me. I was in class 1, and he was in class 10.
“Does that mean the duties of the Duchess’s laundress is menial?”
I was not a saint. I had just learned to hold my tongue to avoid trouble.
“Ha, why? Am I wrong? If you’re so poor you have to pack your own lunch and receive sponsored uniforms, shouldn’t you be grateful to us? You’re benefiting from the tuition fees we pay.”
“Ha ha.”
Laughter came from behind me, prompting me to turn around.
“Hey, by that logic, shouldn’t your father be thanking me? He’s in his position as the deputy aide of the Duchy despite his lack of ability.”
“Damon?”
He was the eldest son of the Candelaria Duchy, where both my father and Willai’s father worked.
“Lack of ability, stuck in class 10, always looking to start something.”
“…!”
“If you want to start a fight, come to class 1. Idiot.”
Willai clenched his fist and glared, but upon locking eyes with Damon, he quickly looked away.
His friends quieted down with Damon’s appearance.
“Why are you so late?”
He naturally took my hand and led me along. Walking from one end of the corridor to the other, I found it a bit hard to keep up with his fast pace.
“I got held up with something.”
“Did you eat? Why is this still full?”
He seemed to have quickly assessed the weight of my lunchbox using his abilities.
With wind power, it’s possible to estimate the weight of an object by the amount of magical energy required to lift it.
“I wasn’t feeling hungry.”
“Do you need to visit the nurse’s office?”
“No, it’s not that bad.”
I appreciated his concern and smiled at him. He looked at me blankly, but I didn’t look away.
“Ah, right. I left something at the cafeteria.”
“What?”
“I’ll go get it.”
Suddenly, Damon let go of my arm and opened a window on the fifth floor.
“Damon!”
He jumped out. Shocked, I watched as he landed effortlessly on the first floor, thanks to his wind ability, and ran off.
After calming my startled heart, I sighed and returned to class with my lunchbox.
Edwin returned 10 minutes before class started, still looking drowsy. Meeting his gaze, I consciously smiled.
He frowned as if annoyed and slumped over his desk.
“Ta-da.”
“Ah, it’s cold.”
Startled by the cold touch on my cheek, I shivered. Then, Damon offered me a cup.
“What’s this?”
“I wanted ice cream, so I went out. You’re too slow.”
It seemed like he bought it from the cafeteria.
“Thanks. I’ll enjoy it.”
“Don’t mention it. I wanted dessert. That’s not my taste, so I’m passing it to you.”
Grateful for Damon’s thoughtfulness, I chuckled. He came to the seat in front of me and handed me a small spoon.
I filled my stomach with ice cream and fruits, and the class began. This lesson required a lot of concentration.
“This potion class will involve mixing the classes and forming groups. After forming the groups.”
The professor swung his wand towards the blackboard, and the words ‘Potion of Fortune’ appeared.
“The assignment will involve creating a Potion of Fortune. Two students from each class will be paired together to form a team. Class 1 will be paired with Class 10.”
That was why I often ran into Willai from Class 10.
It might have been for balancing reasons, but Class 1 was usually paired with Class 10.
“Students called will be in the same team and should sit together.”
Damon’s gaze briefly shifted towards the back, prompting me to look from the professor to Damon, hoping we’d be paired. It would certainly make things easier.
“Illein Thierry.”
“Yes.”
“Team with Edwin Ensest.”
But life doesn’t always go as smoothly as one might hope. The likelihood of events from the original story changing was slim.
I’ve always disliked group projects, in my past life and this one.
Not only because group tasks are challenging to complete alone, but also because they’re often designed under the guise of fostering social skills.
