6 Meeting A Familiar Figure

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After entering, only then did I find out that the place is so huge. There are many routes and buildings. If I don't know that this is an academy, I might think I am in a secluded city under protection of the great wall. 

As unlucky as I am, it turned out Old Rolan only has vague memories about this place. Although I unlock part of his memory about this academy. I still do not know what to do and where to go. 

To know the way to my destination, I stopped some students that were walking and chatted with them; I asked them for directions, which they kindly answered with a smile. 

Fortunately, I didn't encounter a rude, but kind fellow. Or else, I might get more mockery than an answer. 

After fifteen minutes, I finally arrived in front of a certain door. 

Based on the students who I asked, this is the Class Four room. 

Behind this white-painted door is our classroom. 

Sigh* 

It takes too much hassle just to find this place.

I smile bitterly as I raise my head. 

Mmm...

I nod my head.

There is a wooden plate that is hanging at the top of the door. On this wooden plate, a number four has carved; which means that I am led to the right place.

I take a deep breath, re-compose my collar and the certain crumbled parts of my white uniform before I stretch my hand to open the door.

"And how long do you want to waste before opening the door?! " 

However, just as my hand is halfway through the doorknob, an annoyed, feminine voice sounds behind me. 

The voice sounds so familiar. 

I try to search in my mind if I know someone with this tone of voice as I turn around to see her face.  

Maybe I know this one...

Mm?

As a figure appears in my sights, but yet to have any information, my eyes wander around and scan her. 

A girl wearing a white robe (Our uniform) and a fitted outfit underneath with a logo of an aristocrat family (Golden Coin with a big letter A) at her right chest standing proudly with her wavy, beautiful, long, and black hair that is dancing with the compass of the wind. 

The annoying part of her is that her black eyes are full of arrogance. Just when my gazes meet her, I feel a massive amount of arrogance which makes me annoyed but not pressured. 

Adding the dim aura that circulates around her, I can feel that she's a proud individual. Not to mention her hands are on her waist and she stands like a madam. (Madam is commonly used to call a teacher that acts rich (but not) in his hometown. I don't know if others too)  

Trouble! 

I can feel the trouble.  

My guts are telling me that this is not a good thing to meet her. 

My eyes stop scanning her and follow where her gaze is.  

"What is in the ceiling? " 

I add scorn as I ask. 

"Humph! Why are you imitating me? Huh? A-are you i-idolizing me that much now?! " 

Hearing my question, she hastily turns her gaze away from the ceiling and looks at me. She shows an annoyed expression, but I can somehow see a tip of a smile. I can't comprehend if it's a smirk of arrogance or a smile of happiness for having her conclusion of what I said. 

"Idolizing? What do you~ " 

Clack* (Soft) 

Before I could finish my words, I got stopped as I see her suddenly crack her neck. She blows her little bangs and says; "I-if you like top-praise me... You don't need to, I uh... I know I am beautiful... I am always like this~ " 

I can't help but give her a blank look. 

Who knows what she's talking about. 

But somehow, this reply of her makes me recall something. But vague. 

Rather than listening to her nonsense, I instead start brainstorming and try to guess who she is. 

While I am at lost with the chain of thoughts, trying to remember where I had seen her, the girl in front of me finds out that I ain't even listening to her and so she stops talking; she turns red in embarrassment for a second before black lines appear on her forehead, and smoke comes off at the top of her head. 

She folds her hand and before I knew it; I got shocked to see an enormous fist flying towards me and... *bam*.   

"You aren't even listening to me! You i-idiot! " 

I feel like my head is about to break in the pain. Without giving attention to what she said, I raise my hand and touch the place I am hit. 

Argh* 

But this only makes me feel a bolt of lightning run through my body, which makes me snatch my hand away from the swelling. 

Moist subconsciously forms in my eyes, but fortunately, I wipe it off before it drops. 

It's embarrassing. 

I turn red at the thought of being hit by a girl. 

My eyes turn around to see if anyone witnesses it, but luckily, no one is nearby. 

This girl is berserk. A T-Rex... 

The girl, on the other hand, didn't care at all. She just walks over me with a smirk on her face. 

She opens the door and steps inside the room, but before she disappears, she seems to remember something and halts. 

I misunderstand her intention as I think she's going to throw something, so I subconsciously cover my face, which makes her chuckle for a second before her face turns cold but red. She's pretty strange. 

"I-It's not as if I-I am always looking for you because I want to be praised, humph! I-idiot! " 

Bam* 

The door slammed. 

Sigh* 

My eyes squint looking at the closed door. 

What just happened?

She's the strongest person I have ever seen. 

I think she resembles a so-called Tsundere. 

Forget it. 

Seeing that she didn't come back, only then I can take a deep breath. 

That smack is not just a normal smack. Sure enough, she added mana to strengthen that attack. 

It's so sick...!!

Nonetheless, thanks to that action of hers, I manage to remember who she is. 

If I remember it correctly, there is a photo that my little sister showed me. That girl is her, and I am sure about it. Not only that, but the vague memories of mine about her also get highlighted in my head because of that smack. 

First, her name is Jasmine, a beautiful girl with her long shiny black hair and black pupils. Her favorite color is also back which makes her always wear black outfits.

That is why we dubbed her the Tyrant Reaper Goddess. 

Reaper because of her black hair, back pupils, and favoritism towards jet color. 

For the tyrant, that is because she had a tyrannical temperament. She is a hot-blooded girl, easy to get annoyed with, and always doing her best to make someone feel depressed and regret everything when someone offended her. 

And last, Goddess, because she possessed a natural beauty. And as a title of being the number one unparalleled beauty of our class... 

I ain't sure if she's considered the number one beauty of the entire school, but I can assure you, she's one of the beauties. 

Forget it. I don't care, anyway.   

Other than that information, I also found out that she is one year younger than me. However, even though she is younger, just what happened just now; she doesn't show any respect but always tries to annoy me. 

I don't know what her motives are.

Does she don't like me or is she just seeking attention and praise from me? 

There is no contact between me and her, whereas I annoy her, not to mention. 

I take a deep breath, then shake my head. 

I wish this trouble would stop already... 

Jeez…

It took one minute for me to stay in my position before the pain settled down... 

I turn my head and look at the clock tower. 

8:30 A.M... 

Seeing the time, I put all my thoughts at the back of my head.  

The class is about to start. I, with no hesitation, open the door and follow the devil Jasmine inside. 

. . .

The interior of the room isn't anything special. 

There was a crowd but arranged chairs and tables for the students, huge blackboards hanging in front, a stage, a desk, and a chair for the teacher. 

It looks no different from those college schools on earth. 

I try to look around to see if something could astonish me, but I end up getting disappointed. 

Other than being spacious because of its trust stage type structure, nothing more to say about this place. 

But of course, although I am disappointed, this isn't enough to make me discouraged. After all, I shouldn't expect too much from a mid-class "classroom". 

Maybe I should be grateful that I didn't get assigned to a broken-down room.

In my memory, although the capacity of the room can accumulate at least seventy individuals, there are only fifty students in our class. 

And at this moment, I am the one who comes last. 

When I am about to sit in the corner, my eyes accidentally spot the devil... Ahem~ I mean Jasmine waving her hand at me; inviting me to sit in the space next to her... 

My butt is already halfway through the seat, but seeing Jasmine, I halt myself and think through it. 

First; I don't want to create any more conflict and receive unnecessary attention. If I sit next to her, I know some rumors would spread and that's the end of my peaceful life. 

Second; Unfortunately, I also can't decline. Troubles from her and her fans would come like waves of the sea to me when I do so. 

Forget it! 

Having no other choice, I decided to just do what I think was better. 

I stand up again and walk towards her. 

With her words, I took the seat next to her. 

It's better to be her fan's enemy than be everyone's enemy.

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