Chapter 1190: Chapter 810: Campus Story? Chapter 1190: Chapter 810: Campus Story? “Although that’s what I say, to be frank… I don’t want to go to school at all,” Duanmu Ai confessed.
“Why do I have to go to school? Can’t you go, Lumiaire?”
“If I went, they’d just treat like a primary school student.”
“There are plenty of high schoolers in cartoons who look just like elentary students, aren’t there?”
“Do you really dislike school that much, Great Judge?”
“Heh, at the very least, I have no fond mories of school.”
Hearing Lumiaire’s question, Duanmu Ai snorted coldly. He had disliked school since he was very young, and that included kindergarten, elentary, middle, high school, and university. Of course, it wasn’t that Duanmu Huai was bullied. In fact, because of his fierce appearance, others were afraid of him from a young age, teachers included.
Duanmu Huai had certainly tried hard; he had always ranked at the top of his class and wasn’t bad at sports. But ultimately, humans are visual creatures. In simple terms, Duanmu Huai gave off the vibe of a tiger. No matter how intelligent or ta the tiger was, most people wouldn’t dare approach it, fearing a deadly bite.
Of course, there had been so kids who got along well with Duanmu Huai in the past, but their parents feared Duanmu Huai would be a bad influence on their children. They strictly forbade them from playing with Duanmu Huai, so gradually, even those who could have been considered friends disappeared.
There were also people who tried to get on Duanmu Huai’s good side, hoping to share in his power, but Duanmu Huai wasn’t stupid. Anyone who dared to try using him as a scapegoat would be dealt with one by one, which ended up making people distance themselves from him even more. By the ti Duanmu Huai graduated from university, he couldn’t even rember his classmates’ nas, let alone have any friends.
But for Duanmu Huai, that was no big deal; he had lived like that for years. It was clear that he had no particularly fond mories of school, much less any nostalgia. Perhaps most people look back on their school days with emotion and nostalgia when entering society, but for Duanmu Huai, school life was truly a pile of crap. He’d rather be holed up at ho, grinding away at gas by himself.
At least in gas, he could et a few people.
So when Duanmu Ai realized he had no choice but to go to school, he was utterly disgusted.
“You really do hate school, Great Judge.”
“That’s right, bloody useless teachers, a principal who’s all flattery, classmates who just nod and bow, everything annoys . Not to ntion, I even have to wear this damned uniform!”
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Duanmu Ai was visibly irked.
In the mirror, he saw Duanmu Ai’s appearance, altered by a ga prop – hair dyed black and styled long, eyes a blue hue, with the upper body clad in a blazer-style uniform, and the lower body donning a plaid skirt and tights — well, at least Duanmu Ai thought the tights were tolerable, feeling sowhat like wearing thermal leggings.
“But you look very pretty like this, Great Judge. I think you’ll be very popular at school.”
“Heh, if any idiot dares to confess to , I’ll plaster his face on the bathroom wall imdiately!”
“Uh… You’re not planning to bring that hamr to class, are you?”
“I can take them down with my bare hands.”
Duanmu Ai clenched her fists, indicating that her fists alone could crack open a skull.
“I think there’s really no need for the Great Judge to be so… agitated.”
Lumiaire, observing Duanmu Ai’s deanor, was sowhat surprised. Although she had been with the Judge in this world for sixty years and knew that most of the ti the Judge was rather irritable and straightforward, it was more about thodological choice.
For instance, with a password-protected door, so might look for the password, others might cut the power, but the Judge would opt to smash the door open. The only reason to do so was the belief that this approach was faster, and he had the strength to do it. So, in Lumiaire’s view, for the most part, Duanmu Huai was a very calm person who didn’t really get hot-headed like his partner Axelle, who liked to stir up trouble without knowing how to end it, causing chaos.
But this ti, she found that Duanmu Ai truly loathed school.
“Uh… Great Judge, do you have any good mories of school?”
“To tell you the truth? Not a single one.”
Duanmu Ai shrugged.
“School is a closed little society, with more pronounced and hidden social hierarchies. I don’t know what kind of school life you had, but my ideal school life would be to eliminate all those bastards and turn them into a horde of zombies that can only walk.”
“But now you…”
“That’s the other part that annoys .”
Duanmu Ai waved her hand dismissively.
“Forget it, let’s just say I’m playing a character in a life simulation ga. After all, it’s just a ga.”
“……”
Hearing this, Lumiaire hesitated for a mont and remained silent.
“Well then, I wish you all the best, Great Judge.”
“I hope so too, otherwise I might not be able to resist tearing down that damned school.”
With these words, Duanmu Ai picked up her backpack and turned to leave the office.
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