There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 59

“Wow… Cassis de Millang is seriously smart… Even when he’s screwing someone over, how can he be so thorough as to shove it right down their esophagus…”

Hae Yuna said this, and Dietrich said this.

“Haha! My master is a bit like that… Haha. Ha. Hahaha. Hahahahak. Ha.”

Just from their reactions, it was obvious who had cheated off him. While the two of them were collapsed in despair, laughing, Shin Myohan patted her chest in relief.

“Good thing I just bubbled in a straight line. At least I’ll get a fifth of the points.”

Capone, who had been poking his thigh with a ballpoint pen, thought it was a good thing he had bruised his thigh. Lee Hyang said this to Shin Myohan.

“I prayed to the heavens. You should have done that too. Don’t you think they would have listened a little better if you had prayed?”

“Ah, that’s revealing heavenly secrets. Professional shamans don’t do that. It’s different for you guys, though.”

Logan thought it was a relief that he wasn’t a professional shaman. And at the same time, he was contemplating. What offering should I give to the World Tree?

Cassis de Millang told them with a smiling eye that he would continue to write only wrong answers on his exam papers in the future, so they should use them as a good reference, and after that, they lost all motivation to cheat.

“I was going to swipe from the magic section anyway and solve the rest, you kind friend…!”

Hae Yuna whined as she shouted this. When asked why she called him a kind friend, she said that it was indeed kind of him to crush her will to cheat, which made even Cassis de Millang burst out laughing. It was because a sense of satisfaction welled up inside him as he watched Dietrich, who was also whining that he was right about being bad, and was grateful for being made to realize it, so grateful that it felt overwhelming.

‘Serves you right, you bastards. How hard do you think I studied for you to try and swallow it for free?’

Ryuseong calmly thought as he looked at the smile that seemed to be tearing his face apart.

The real madman must be Cassis de Millang…

That was right. No matter how you looked at it, the true madness belonged to Cassis.

After that, four days flowed by like water.

“Sir Cassis is truly, truly amazing. How can he be so lofty even during the exam period?”

“We’re covered in dark circles.”

“It means he doesn’t need to stay up all night studying. A genius’s brain is different from ours, you know.”

During those four days, Cassis de Millang, who stayed up all night studying in his room, had about ten nosebleeds.

There was even an incident where Ryuseong’s bread was snatched away while he was trying to stop him from stuffing blood-soaked bread into his mouth, insisting he had to study and didn’t have time to get a new one. His already pale skin became even whiter, to the point where he looked sickly.

However, his efforts were not seen by others.

As if trying to keep the swan’s paddling beneath the water’s surface hidden from outsiders, he was only as intense as he usually was in places where students could see him.

Lofty and elegant.

But when he returned to his room, it was different.

‘…’

He studied, rummaging through books like a madman, and tried to memorize everything. To put it bluntly, he would be bedridden even if he were told to memorize only the amount that appeared in the exam bank. Cassis, saying that the exam scope might be revised since the exam bank was fully public, was frantically reciting additional material to prepare for a problem that hadn’t even happened yet.

During those four days, Ryuseong wasn’t worried that someone would be carried out; he was worried that the Cassis who was carried out would walk into the exam hall with an IV drip. It was because he thought it was almost a foregone conclusion that he would be carried out.

But he couldn’t stop him either. Throughout the exam period, he had become subtly sharp.

He seemed displeased that he himself wasn’t studying, so he deliberately tried taking new notes on textbook content he already knew, but he just scoffed even more, so he quit. When he quit, he was still irritable, but well.

Prominent families are generally sensitive about grades.

‘Is it because of that kind of influence?’

Is that the reason why Cassis de Millang is pushing himself so hard?

‘If so, were you ever like this at any point?’

Did you stand with your back straight and pretend you weren’t, even while choking for breath and stumbling from lack of sleep? Did you make it so that no one ever knew you were crumbling from the inside?

‘Is that why I didn’t know you?’

Who knew you were so passionate?

Did such a person even exist?

Then, on the fourth day. When the exams were completely over.

Ryuseong was about to get up from his seat, but when he saw him clutch his temples as if his head was spinning for a moment, he lifted him up in his arms. He resisted, but he didn’t care and crossed the hallway just like that.

Even the gesture of his limp wrist tapping against his chest was feeble. A pale complexion. The blue veins on his deathly pale eyelids.

Now, even Cassis de Millang’s splendor seemed to be thoroughly seeking isolation.

Wow, I almost collapsed right there, but this bastard Ryuseong was quick on the uptake. Very good. I pretended to resist a few times while being held by him. I felt like I would actually die if I walked on my own two feet. After staying up all night for about ten days, even when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t look like a living person. I thought Ryuseong did a good job not knocking me out. Of course, if he had knocked me out, I would have killed that bastard. How dare he take away my study time during the exam period? Isn’t he a crazy bastard?

To be honest, I’m good at cramming. The reason I consistently prepared and reviewed was because it was a field I was encountering for the first time; cramming is what I can call my true essence. Staying up for ten nights? I did this before the college entrance exam and went from a grade 9 to a full grade 1 in six months.

‘But I was carried out after the exam ended.’

Now, too, it was a scene of being carried out, only it was Ryuseong carrying me instead of an ambulance. I arrived safely at the nurse’s office thanks to Ryuseong, in a dazed state. But the medical professor himself wasn’t there. Well, since he’s also in charge of being a homeroom teacher, he must be busy managing grades. I respect you. You work so damn much. If it were me, if they made me be a homeroom teacher and the school nurse at the same time, I would probably throw my resignation letter in the principal’s face. As I was thinking that and staring blankly out the window, Ryuseong waved his hand.

“What is it?”

“…I’m not sure if you’re in your right mind.”

I was about to let out a smirk, but even the smile faded powerlessly. It seemed I really was out of energy.

“Should I give you a potion?”

“If I’m going to drink a potion, mine is better. Still, it would be better to get a check-up first, so, hmm. How about calling the internal line to report a patient…?”

“Is it okay for someone to know about your injury?”

“Ah.”

Oops. I can’t even realize something this simple, my head must really be hurting, huh?

“Say that you’re hurt.”

“…I carried you in, so it would be so natural if I said I was the one who was hurt.”

“Hmm.”

That’s a good point too. I was about to tell him to do whatever it takes to drag the homeroom teacher here, but suddenly the door opened with a loud noise. Bang! I was just startled, but Ryuseong drew the curtain faster than anyone and got on the bed.

Fortunately, the people who opened the door were too busy talking amongst themselves to even notice that the curtain of the nurse’s office bed was closed.

“Eek! What are you doing, opening it so suddenly like that?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve never seen the school nurse in her place. The kids just take potions on their own and stuff. Then they get restocked by that much.”

“Doesn’t the teacher scold you?”

“She’s going through hell doing the homeroom teacher thing she’s not used to, so I doubt she has the energy for that? Ah, anyway. Sit down, sit down. It’s been so long since I’ve set the mood with just the two of us…”

And the next development was as expected. They started hugging each other and doing the deed. Wow. There are really guys who do this kind of thing in the nurse’s office? No, I guess there would be. We had them too. Damn it! For crying out loud! That wasn’t my intention! I was swept up by Ryuseong and couldn’t help it!

“How distracting…”

At that moment, Ryuseong, who was on top of me, spat out fiercely. However, I couldn’t understand why he was acting like this.

‘What, are you getting secondhand embarrassment because someone else is doing what you did?’

I don’t know for sure, but like a master of double standards, it seemed he wanted to throw open the curtain, walk out majestically, and kick their frivolous butts if he had his way.

However, a lump like me was stuck to his side. As long as I was injured and didn’t want to show my weakness, he couldn’t act rashly.

It was fun to see Ryuseong being swayed because of me for no reason, so I was chuckling, but he contorted his face in annoyance. Oh, now that I think about it, our faces are close. Our bodies are pressed close together too.

…Should we try doing something naughty over here too?

“Don’t get any funny ideas. I called him.”

Ryuseong looked down at me with eyes full of regret and shook his phone. I was a little confused about what he had called, but an absurd sound echoed through the rough breaths and moans.

It was the sound of a pig being slaughtered.

“Kkeo-eo-eo-eo-eo-eok!”

“Alright. Get dressed and get out.”

The school nurse. Our homeroom teacher was ramming the attendance book into the crown of their heads with an incredibly tired face. The way he was selectively smacking them with only the metal parts seemed like a practiced skill.

‘Well, it’s not like there were only one or two tomboys in the school.’

Considering how much of a hellion college students were back in my day…

My goodness, how dreadful.

“Where are you.”

Anyway, after kicking them out and locking the door to the nurse’s office, the medical professor called for us, and Ryuseong opened the curtain. When I said, “over here,” the homeroom teacher came over immediately. As Ryuseong told him about the frequency and severity of my nosebleeds during that time, his expression grew increasingly stiff.

It seemed that since he had come in as an exam proctor every time and saw me, he hadn’t known my condition was this bad.

‘My acting skills haven’t died yet, huh?’

Whether I was cheerful or not, the homeroom teacher, after finishing his diagnosis, opened his mouth seriously.

“I think you need to get an IV drip.”

Compared to his serious expression, the content was nothing much. I answered readily.

“Yes, please give me one.”

“…Me?”

“…Then should I stick it in myself?”

After silently explaining that that wasn’t what he meant, he gave me a complicated look and administered the IV. But after that, the air flowed strangely. The atmosphere was as if I had said something wrong.

‘What is it? Did I violate a medical law or something?’

…I haven’t stuck it in yet, though?