I'm a villain in the superhero world.

Class reunion

Ji Mingyang genuinely thought this boring event was utterly terrible.

It's not about the event itself, but about the people who organized it.

No, it's better to just say he was his classmate.

The existence of "classmates" genuinely troubled and gave Ji Mingyang a headache.

This is a group of psychologically fragile, vain, bullying-the-weak, and despicable people who can't stand seeing others doing well.

At least most of them are—

This is Ji Mingyang's definition of "classmate" as he grew up.

This isn't hard to imagine, considering he's been able to endure not revealing his solar power since he was six years old...

One can imagine the aloofness that Ji Mingyang displayed when facing the mundane world.

Being an outsider, disliked, the subject of gossip, and occasionally the unlucky one who gets blamed by the teacher...

These are all nicknames he's had since he was a child.

There is no shortage of students who have no respect for the dignity of others, who like to gossip behind people's backs, and who directly or indirectly bully others.

Unfortunately, Ji Mingyang encountered both.

So it's really hard for you to make him feel any goodwill towards so-called "classmates".

If it weren't for the fact that after the college entrance exam, everyone was required by the teachers to attend the class reunion as much as possible...

Ji Mingyang, wanting to avoid appearing too special, genuinely didn't want to go.

Therefore, the next day, subconsciously trying to escape this mess, he, who always got up early, slept until the sun was high in the sky.

I was eventually woken up by the changing weather.

"If you really hate it or don't want to go, then don't go..."

Why force yourself to do something you don't like?

Through the stray strands of black hair before her eyes, Yin Qing asked Ji Mingyang in this way.

"I guess you probably... no, you definitely haven't lived a long time in an ordinary, mundane context."

As Ji Mingyang changed his shirt, he said with a headache:

"You know, I may be insignificant in that group, but if I don't go, I'll probably be cursed by the most vicious curse in the world behind my back—everyone does it because it's in their nature."

"Oh... there were two exceptions, but that was purely because those two people had some conscience and manners."

In response to his answer, Yin Qing simply shook her head: "You're avoiding my question. You know what I mean."

"With your power, you can completely disregard them. And now, there's no need for you to return to the mortal realm, so why force yourself to adapt to its rules?"

Ji Mingyang casually picked up a shirt and compared it to his own, but didn't think it looked very good, so he threw it back.

"That's the key, the weather..."

"I need to distance myself from the mundane, to make myself realize that once I remove my special qualities, I am no different from all sorts of people."

"Only in this way can I realize that I am still human, and remind myself to use my power prudently—"

"Even if it requires me to calm down and patiently endure those humanoid beings."

Yin Qing gestured with her eyes to indicate the type of clothing that would suit Ming Yang, then reached out and picked out a shirt for him, handing it to him:

"So, ultimately, you did this because of your own attitude towards power?"

"You can interpret it however you like." Ji Mingyang didn't seem to care much about the question.

Everything was ready, but just before leaving, Ji Mingyang turned back to glance at Yin Qing:

"Are you sure you want to come to the dinner party with me tonight?"

"To be honest, I only have a vague understanding of Lao Lü's identity. I can only guarantee my own safety, nothing else."

Yin Qing tilted her head: "So, you don't think he'll hurt you?"

Ji Mingyang replied without hesitation, "Of course."

"Not even one in ten thousand chance?"

"There's not even a one in a billion chance."

But Yin Qing did not give up: "Even so, I will still protect you—so I should follow behind you tonight."

Ji Mingyang smiled, raising an eyebrow: "You'll protect me?"

Yin Qing remained the same, her natural naiveté mixed with a touch of stubbornness. She nodded and whispered, "I'll protect you."

Ji Mingyang didn't know how to answer, so he could only turn around hastily and flee.

He didn't understand why Yin Qing felt such a sense of mission towards him, someone he had only known for a few days.

Does someone who hasn't done anything really deserve such selfless devotion from her?

Ji Mingyang couldn't understand it, but more importantly, he didn't want to understand it.

So he simply pretended to be confused.

They carried the luggage all the way to their class reunion dinner venue—a well-known local restaurant whose name Ji Mingyang couldn't recall.

He remained as unsociable as ever.

He randomly found a place to sit before everything started, and no one paid any attention to him from beginning to end.

Fortunately, because he did come, no one spoke ill of him to his face.

Looking at those fools who blindly feel superior, occasionally making sarcastic remarks and pointing fingers at me amidst their laughter and banter.

Ji Mingyang simply lowered his eyes and watched the farce unfold.

However, when the cousins, one of the few people I could remember who were considered normal, arrived...

Ji Mingyang began to sense that something was wrong.

Whether it was their expressions or their subtle movements, Li Yelan and Chen Xin, the elder brother and sister, would always occasionally glance at her.

This is illogical—although the two of them are among the few people who can talk to me for a few minutes, it's purely due to their upbringing.

But now, there seems to be something different mixed in with their gazes as they look at me.

Fear, respect, astonishment... they alternated and seemed to coexist.

It was as if she was surprised that someone as noble as herself would grace such a humble abode with her presence and associate with such people.

"Have they... discovered my power?"

"That's impossible. They're just ordinary people. How could they possibly notice me without me noticing?"

"But if that's not the reason, then what made them develop this attitude?"

Ji Mingyang's curiosity didn't last long, because reality gave him the answer.

He noticed that at the edge of the hall, a social butterfly who was flitting among several female classmates, after a few giggles, turned her gaze to him along with those girls.

Ji Mingyang didn't need to guess; these fake people were definitely trying to do something that only children would do—provocative or humiliating.

But he didn't care about it at all.

If Ji Mingyang could persist for twelve years since he was six years old, and still be doing this now, then if he couldn't even let go of such a small matter, he would have found a place to kill himself long ago.

But unlike usual...

The scenarios that Ji Mingyang had imagined did not occur this time.

Because the socialite had only gone halfway when Chen Xinchang stopped her with a hand, leaving her looking on with suspicion.

Then, in a short while, his face contorted.

If it weren't for the need to maintain his image, he probably would have burst into tears on the spot and curled up on the ground.

Ji Mingyang saw it clearly: he did this because Chen Xinchang had secretly punched him hard in the stomach.

Show no mercy, disregard the consequences.