I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 271  Inter-Year Class [1]

"Are you that eager to get a niece? For God's sake," I sighed, utterly exasperated by John's persistence. "Just wait for a year."

"What does that an?!" John suddenly grabbed my shirt, demanding answers.

"Get off ! I took ti to put on that damn tie!" I retorted, annoyed at his disruption.

"Silence, please," a loud, calm voice cut through the commotion. The noise in the stadium gradually subsided.

John reluctantly released his grip and stepped back, shooting a determined look. "You will tell whatever you've planned."

I couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "Do you really want to hear it?" I smirked, my tone both aningful and provocatively angry, just to irritate him.

"B-Bastard!"

I chose to ignore his protests. For God's sake.

I beg you, Eden.

Give him a girlfriend already.

Our attention was then drawn to Gamir Teraquin, who had stepped forward and was addressing everyone through a microphone.

"I will start by displaying the groups you will be included in," Gamir announced.

I turned my gaze toward him. He stood there with an aloof expression, using a microphone to address the assembled students.

A massive screen suddenly appeared above us, displaying a list of groups and the nas of their mbers below.

"Once you find your group's letter, please stand in the assigned area on the ground," Gamir instructed.

I narrowed my eyes, scanning the list to find my na among the groups.

"I found mine…" John muttered, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Group A... with Victor, Adrian, Rodolf, Roda, and Alia…"

"Good for you," I grinned.

John groaned, clearly unhappy with his luck, and then stomped away toward his designated area.

Now, let's see which group I'm in...

Not Group A.

But Group B.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I found my na listed under Group B, alongside Elizabeth, Celeste, Alicia, and Cyril. I let out a resigned sigh and made my way toward our designated area. Each group had roughly forty mbers, creating a diverse mix of students from different years.

The center of attention in our group was undoubtedly Cyril Raven. He was surrounded by a group of third-year students who seed to be his lackeys, basking in his reflected glory.

"Looks like we're in the sa group, Amaya."

I turned to my left and saw another gathering of attention within our group. Celeste and Elizabeth were engaged in a cheerful conversation.

"I hope we can hold our own against the others, Celes," Elizabeth replied, her smile radiating confidence.

"Don't worry about that! You and I are quite strong!" Celeste bead with optimism.

It was clear that Celeste was doing her utmost to ignore Cyril, who was also in our group. Her attempts at avoidance were rather conspicuous from my vantage point.

The last popular figure in our group was Alicia. She sat gracefully on a bench, ticulously tending to her golden rapier. A few first-year students mustered the courage to approach her, but a re glance from her crimson eyes sent them scurrying away.

As for , I garnered so attention as well, but no one dared to approach. It was a lonely existence.

I cast a glance at John, who was a short distance away, muttering to himself. He was also alone and grumbling. My mood brightened slightly. I was genuinely glad he had accompanied .

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