“Stop harassing us! You’re acting like a thug! Aren’t you ashamed?”
Charlotte was shielding Yenika behind her, pointing at Cohen’s head and shouting in the academy.
Many students were watching their argument, gossiping with ridicule, insults, and slander, while most remained indifferent.
“Isn’t Cohen pretending to care about someone again just to play with their heart and body?”
“How many times is this this month? There’s been no peace since he came to the academy?”
“He’s still able to attend school thanks to the Student Council President’s help, right?
Otherwise, how could someone without a wealthy background or ability still be here?”
…More murmurs.
Cohen simply shrugged, indicating he hadn’t done anything wrong.
He just happened to overhear the female lead’s childhood friend talking about finding books to enhance her magic.
Since he worked in the student council and knew the location of the school’s books, he offered to help Yenika.
Charlotte immediately appeared after Cohen offered his suggestion in the hallway.
Is this how the villain attracts the protagonist to farm small-fry experience points?
He was clearly and meticulously maintaining a distance while subtly helping the protagonists with small things around the academy without being impolite.
It’s not that Cohen was looking for trouble; he believed that small things could accumulate and lead to qualitative change.
Someday, he hoped to change the overbearing protagonist’s negative view of him.
But he couldn’t see any hope right now.
Although he had top-notch looks, Cohen’s past behavior was just too outrageous.
He once broke into the girls’ locker room just to find his favorite lace-trimmed panties.
He repeatedly faked illness just to get close to the socially awkward nurse with white stockings.
He performed the “Thousand-Year Kill” on the head teacher just because he reminded Cohen not to run around in the hallway.
A series of actions worthy of a perverted poet.
What else could he do after being so unlucky as to transmigrate into this person’s body?
He had reformed many times, handling everything, big and small, perfectly.
He apologized when he needed to, and accepted his punishments. Wasn’t a cannon fodder’s life still a life?
As soon as he did something good, it turned into sabotage. And the root cause of it all was the overbearing protagonist currently confronting him.
Helpless, a weak villain has no human rights and can’t appeal. For the sake of a better future, gaining some favor was worth the suffering.
Cohen was truly out of ideas.
No matter what, as soon as he came into contact with the overbearing protagonist’s harem, it was like triggering a mechanism, and the protagonist would appear in an instant.
He couldn’t avoid it even if he wanted to.
He even considered giving up, wondering why he should bother with that girl so much.
But why was he always being misunderstood?
Back to the present:
“Titi, actually, Cohen he…”
“It’s okay, Yenika. Cohen is a scumbag full of bad intentions.
You must have been wronged, right? I’ll teach him a lesson for you.”
Immediately, Charlotte began to condense magic in her hands.
“No way, is she going to…”
Charlotte planned to use the hardening magic she had just learned today to deal with Cohen.
If the magic was concentrated enough, even a kindergartener could easily shatter bedrock.
And who was Charlotte? The most representative magical genius in the entire Fallison Academy of Magic.
She could remember any magic she saw and even extrapolate from it.
But she was single-minded when it came to her childhood friend.
“Don’t do this, Titi. He didn’t do anyth…”
Yenika suddenly stopped talking because she saw Cohen’s expression.
Cohen shook his head slightly.
It was a helpless and considerate look.
Cohen’s light gray eyes shimmered with light, which Yenika happened to notice.
His eyes seemed to say, “It’s okay.”
Actually, Cohen just realized he was going to die. No matter what he said, the protagonist wouldn’t listen.
Forget it, let it all burn!
“Yenika, what were you going to say?”
“Nothing.”
Was she really misunderstanding?
Immediately, a heavy punch struck Cohen’s abdomen.
“Puh-ha—”
Cohen immediately clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, his face contorted in pain.
He’d probably be bedridden for a few months.
“Next time, it’ll be your head.”
With those words, Charlotte grabbed Yenika’s hand and left the crowded area.
“Everyone, disperse. The clown’s act is over.”
Everyone dispersed from the hallway.
And why didn’t the teachers come?
Perhaps they were used to Cohen’s miserable appearance, and the teachers turned a blind eye.
Once the crowd had left, Cohen slowly got up, clutching his stomach.
“She almost shattered my kidneys. Hiss—ugh!”
Cohen coughed out a mouthful of saliva.
That really hurt. Luckily, Cohen hadn’t neglected his training.
He went to a stall in the men’s restroom and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing solid chest and abdominal muscles.
Thanks to the loose school uniform, Cohen’s figure wasn’t well displayed to people.
A perfect inverted triangle.
Knowing he was a weak villain, if he didn’t secretly develop himself, he would have died long ago.
“Hiss—”
But no matter how perfect his body was, taking that hit couldn’t have left him completely unscathed.
There was still a small red patch on his abdomen.
“So ruthless.”
Even though he was complaining, Cohen didn’t really care about the overbearing protagonist’s humiliation.
After all, it wasn’t the first time. Ever since he had transmigrated into this body, he had never received care from his peers.
Like a solitary island, the sea breeze howled, bringing only coldness.
Forget it, do good deeds without leaving a name.
***
“Titi, you really went too far this time,”
Yenika couldn’t help but say to Charlotte after she was brought back to the classroom.
Yenika was very concerned about that look in his eyes.
He hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he was still subjected to everyone’s insults and contempt.
Yenika felt bad because it was her confusion that Cohen had noticed.
The problem was with her.
But Charlotte wouldn’t back down.
“Have you forgotten that he’s a scumbag? Once he’s played you through, you won’t be able to escape even if you want to.
I know you’re too kind, Yenika, but you deserve it.”
“But—”
“No buts. It’s already good that I didn’t cripple him this time. How dare he touch my Yenika, my treasure.”
“Um—”
But Yenika wasn’t listening to these words. She was still thinking about Cohen.
She’ll find a chance to apologize to him.
**
“I’m back.”
Cohen returned to his cozy little home after a tiring day.
Although he had a high-level face, putting aside his past misdeeds, he would definitely be popular.
Cohen didn’t have a prominent family background or heaven-defying abilities.
According to the game plot he knew from his previous life, he was just an experience pack who was accidentally kicked to death by the protagonist.
Maybe not even an experience pack, at most a binding agent to consolidate the protagonist and her harem.
“I just want to live my ordinary and humble life in this completely unfamiliar world.”
“Ah! Welcome back! My beloved Cohen!”
A pink figure flew out of the room.
Interesting