Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 77 : Preparations for the School Festival Part 2

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His words were so eloquent that even some of the students who were not particular to El Asintieton, convens by their words. The air in the classroom vomeno to tornase more tense, an expectation that soon became a slight spark of division.

And then, from the bottom of the class, a female voice cut the air like an arrow.

"I do not agree," said a girl with pink hair that fell into silky waves to her waist, in addition to the only atmosphere that attracted you. " If we talk about merit, we should consider the best second -year student.

His washed eyes mirn directly into me.

My heart spin.

Immediately, silence reigns over the place again. Now all eyes perched on me. Some faces watched me with curiosity; others, with disbelief. I even felt the occasional spark of hostility throbbing in my direction.

"N-No, "I tried to deny, raising a clumsy hand. I don’t...

But before he could finish, another student intervened from the other side of the classroom.

"It has reason." The number one has been since the first year, not only in theoretical evaluations, it has also exceeded the limit time in the practical tests of the circuit. If someone can organize and make us stand out, it is him.

And as if a gate opened, the entire room was divided.

A group began to raise their voice supporting Erwing, arguing his eloquence. The other group talked about me - my record, my academic talent, my ability to control the mana and my composure.

The tension grew as a magical storm contained.

Small flames of mana floated in the air, product of the stirred emotion of the students. Some even stood up, gesturing, exchanging stronger words than due.

From the side, Verónica Glass watched the scene with a crooked smile, as if she were enjoying it as a personal show.

"Wow, go ..." he murmured as he slowly passed the pages of a report. This gets interesting.

I crossed one leg on the other and leaned forward with his eyes shining with a mescla of emotion and malice, for her, this little drama was a free entertainment that did not plan to interrupt.

"If someone else wants to nomine, to do it now." And if not ... well, you will have to fix them among you, "he said at last, closing the report with a soft click.

Then he got up elegantly from his seat and without hurry as if the situation was resolved, and headed towards the door without looking back.

The discussions soon resumed, the excited voices crossed interrupting each other, and the atmosphere was more and more hostile. I watched everything in silence for a few seconds. In my mind, I thought this would be resolved if any of Noaros simply took a step forward ...

Eata, I sincerely wanted to get involved in those annoying discussions. I did not feel like fighting, or wasting time in something that, in my opinion, nodebia will be so complicated. So, with determination, I got up and headed to the center of the classroom. I waited for a minimum of silence to be made, and then I spoke clearly:

"I refrain." I am not interested in continuing with this.

I said what I thought, without walking through the branches. But to my surprise, and some frustration, my words were completely ignored ... at least in the group that supported me. They began to mirror each other, some with expressions of disbelief, others directly denying their heads as if my words had no weight.

I was disagreed for a moment, as if the floor were moving under my feet. Didn’t I just say that I didn’t want to participate? Why did they insist?

Seeing that Nadiograred to agree - even after several mediation attempts - the discussion dissolved by itself. The students began to disperse little by little, muttering, exchanging tense looks. We are waiting for the next meeting, where the winner would be supposed to be decided definitively. freewebnoveℓ.com

The classroom was not only a group of chatting companions, it was now a war zone clearly divided into three sides: there were the neutral those who wanted to wait and see, then those who supported Erwing, finally those who, for some reason, continued to insist on supporting me. Everyone had taken the situation much more than imagine. They were collecting evidence, comparing skills, reviewing old projects, as if this were a kind of school trial.

I never thought that something as simple as choosing the class leader for the school festival could climb so much.

***

The next morning, try to clear my mind with a little exercise. I was in the Gymnasio making a bank press. The air was fresh, and the sun barely looked between the treetops. For a while, I managed to forget the matter

But then I felt it. Those looks.

They were not aggressive, peri if annoyed. As if they were evaluating, measuring, hoping to make some mistake. Fake not notice at first, concentrating on my breathing and movements, but it was clear that something strange happened.

When I finish and prepare to return to my ciarto, I saw two students in the distance, half hidden in the corners of the hall. One of them held an auxiliary recording crystal, something like a camera in world terms, the thing is that it was focused directly towards me. Another checked a notebook, muttering things to his partner.

I realized then: they were following me. Not only that, they were recording me.

"Are they looking for evidence ... what?" I thought, irritated. "What am I hiding something? What am I more capable of what I admit? Or do you just want to stain me to win?"

I did not know the exactly what was its goal, but one thing was clear: if they continued with this ridicule, I was going to fuck them. I am the guy who stays with crossed arms while someone looking for problems with me. Although for now, I decided to ignore them. Fake that I was not affected. Sometimes, indifference is the first blow.