Chapter 34 : I still had a chance!
"I absolutely wouldn’t sleep with that perverted, scheming, bad-egg angel again, absolutely… absolutely… absolutely!!!"
On the way to school, Iphilia kept saying this to herself without pause, as if trying to strengthen her resolve through this thod.
Aimiya, anwhile, walked about two body lengths behind her, watching with so interest as the nearly obsessed Iphilia repeated these words to herself.
『By the way, was I really that scary? Was it necessary to go to this extent?』
Miss Angel slightly pursed her lips, sowhat unhappy.
If Iphilia had heard these inner thoughts of hers, she would probably have exploded with anger on the spot: What did she an by “Was it necessary to go to this extent?” Didn’t she have any Hercules in her heart about what she’d done!?
And the one who should truly feel aggrieved was Iphilia, okay!
Her wings had been tugged at for half the day, nearly toyed with until she fainted on the spot, and yet that video still hadn’t been deleted, remaining perfectly intact in Aimiya’s phone.
Iphilia was the one who’d lost so much she’d even thrown away her panties, alright!?
Fuming with rage (▼ヘ▼#)!
The two of them, maintaining this awkward yet sowhat peculiar relationship, arrived at school and returned to their classroom.
However, not coming would’ve been better; as soon as she sat down in her chair, Iphilia felt that the atmosphere in the class was sowhat off.
『Why did I always feel… everyone’s gazes toward were strange?』
For so reason, Iphilia kept feeling that the way her classmates looked at her today carried a hint of unusual emotion.
As a demon, she was very sensitive to such emotional shifts.
In the past, the emotions she sensed when classmates looked at her were mostly admiration, appreciation, or worship, but today, Iphilia suddenly noticed that their gazes seed to carry a bit of… pity?
What were they pitying? Iphilia hadn’t copied howork or violated school rules, so there was no way she’d be punished by the teacher. What was there to pity?
But although Iphilia thought this way, her intuition told her things couldn’t be that simple.
Her gaze slowly shifted to Aimiya beside her, her eyes questioning whether the other had done sothing immoral again.
『I didn’t, it wasn’t .』
That was Aimiya’s response to Iphilia with her eyes.
『Strange, then why was the classroom’s atmosphere so odd?』
The kind and innocent Miss Demon unhesitatingly believed Aimiya’s nonsense.
She furrowed her brows slightly, propping her head with one arm, sowhat puzzled and unable to figure it out.
Just then, a slightly nervous and shy voice ca from in front of her, interrupting Iphilia’s confusion.
“Uh… well, Iphilia, I know it might be rude to ask, but could you let a buddy know what you were up to last night?”
The owner of this voice was none other than Zhang Anran, the “Second High School Know-It-All” sitting in front of Iphilia.
At that mont, he leaned toward her with a mysterious expression, cautiously and nervously asking her.
“Hm? I didn’t do much~ Just ate dinner outside as usual, then went back to my rented place to rest~ Why’d you ask?”
Iphilia couldn’t quite understand why Zhang Anran suddenly cared about her itinerary from last night.
Other than being followed by so clueless black-robed pervert, nothing particularly special had happened.
Oh, right, and that jerk Aimiya bullying her.
At that thought, Iphilia fiercely glared at Aimiya, who was sitting beside her reading a book like nothing was wrong, but the latter kept her focus on her textbook, completely ignoring Iphilia’s intent.
Damn it, what was with this lonely feeling, like being abandoned after a night of passion with a scumbag? Wuwuwu, aaahhh! That damned angel, so annoying!!!
For so reason, being ignored by Aimiya like this made Iphilia feel super irritated! And judging by Aimiya’s behavior, she was definitely pretending to read to ignore her on purpose, that jerk!
Glare at her one more ti!!!
While she turned to look at Aimiya, in a mont she didn’t notice, a faint trace of dejection appeared in Zhang Anran’s eyes as he looked at her, his fists unconsciously clenching slowly.
“Nothing, just so rumors going around in class today, so I thought I’d ask the person herself.”
But soon, Zhang Anran perfectly hid that dejection in his eyes, reverting to his sunny and cheerful deanor, speaking to Iphilia with a sowhat forced ease.
“Rumors? What rumors?”
Iphilia was slightly stunned. Rumors related to her? Who was bold enough to spread rumors about her?
“Just that so people said you and Aimiya were in a romantic relationship. After all, judging by how you two act, you probably knew each other long before this, right?”
Zhang Anran asked Iphilia casually, but in reality, he was extrely nervous at that mont, his heart pounding like galloping hooves, each beat bringing him imnse pressure.
“Ha!? Who’s in a relationship with that girl!? What a joke!?”
Upon hearing that soone had paired her up randomly, and with Aimiya of all people, Iphilia imdiately got a bit anxious.
Normally, when those bored classmates paired her with so school heartthrob or beauty, that was fine—kids in their teenage years, it was normal.
But now, these audacious people dared to pair her with Aimiya, an angel?
Didn’t they know so pairings couldn’t be shipped carelessly?
Angels and demons, their races had so deep-seated blood feuds.
Although it was possible that because both of them were rather special within their respective groups, the atmosphere between them wasn’t that tense, Iphilia felt it was still far from the point where people would pair them up!
After all, the video from ho hadn’t been leaked (whispers)…
“That’s what I thought, those people pairing you up randomly deserve to die!!!”
Zhang Anran had known Iphilia for more than a day or two and was well aware that she was the type to wear her emotions and thoughts openly on her face.
So, seeing her reaction, he instantly knew this was indeed her true feelings, and at that thought, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, it was probably just so rumors among classmates.
I still had a chance!
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