How did I turn the victim into Feng Aotian?

Shilok carried Ain on his back and left with the girl with glasses in his left hand.

The classmates looked at each other.

Someone checked the time, the whole thing from the time Hillock took action to the time he left...

"Two minutes...less?"

The front door of the classroom suddenly opened, and everyone's eyes turned to it.

"What are you looking at me doing?"

Brid munched on some bread as she returned to her seat, feeling that the atmosphere in the classroom was a bit dull today.

Students are arriving one after another.

"Hey, have you heard that? That sissy guy, Shilok, can't even beat a goblin."

"...I don't want to discuss this."

"Why are you so serious? It's not like you can't beat him."

"Okay, stop talking."

"So what are you doing..."

"do not talk."

...

Later, this matter became a secret unique to Class E.

Small groups in the class gradually found out what Shilok had done, but no one told anyone about it.

Although some people did not believe it, when they saw Shilok's desk, the box of blood-stained thumbtacks on it, and the frightened curly-haired girl, no one really wanted to test the truth of the matter.

After all, they are just a mob.

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"The class meeting is about to begin... Haha... You guys are quite quiet today. Students lack energy and motivation, which is... a good thing for me... I feel sleepy when I stay here..."

I've never seen you not want to sleep.

Shilok finally returned to the classroom before class, and covered the words on the table with his book.

Fortunately, the class teacher, Priss, believed what the curly-haired girl said.

I believed that the two absent students were having period problems and did not investigate further.

"I also said last week... Entering the dungeon... requires teamwork... Today... we will start to form a team... By the way, this is an opportunity... Everyone... introduce yourselves again..."

29. Team up? No thanks, but no thanks

"The order is....starting from the highest score....

Tell me about your career goals...your preferred weapon...your age...never mind, anything will do...

Cass, it starts with you.”

"Yes!"

Cass spoke with a clear and appropriate voice, full of righteousness:

"My name is Cass Benol, and I'm from Leta Middle School in the Champore District. My weapon is a one-handed straight sword, and my occupation goal is to be a warrior."

Although Benol Company is well-known, Benol itself is a common surname. If Cass speaks the truth, no one will doubt his true identity.

"Kirsey Ridley, I'm... the... uh, Cawnpore..."

"No need to be so detailed...just sign up..."

Korsi's face turned red with nervousness, and her little hands kept flapping. Priss told her that it was enough.

"Bride Talos."

The following is omitted.

"Finally...Shilok..."

Shilok himself doesn't want to introduce himself.

He had no mood to get close to his classmates. They all wanted to just go down to the dungeon with Lacas, but this was a necessary plot process.

I can't be too conspicuous and try to keep the main storyline unchanged.

The moment Shilok stood up, the atmosphere in the class suddenly changed, becoming solemn and depressing.

Brid and Cass didn't seem to notice that something was wrong and looked at Shilok expectantly.

Korsi, who was usually very good at reading the air, looked around blankly and had noticed something unusual.

Except for the protagonists, no other classmates dared to look him in the eye.

Good, the effect was achieved.

Shilok was very satisfied, so he decided to test it a little more deeply:

"Sirlok Darthway."

Shilok announced his name in a dignified manner, with his right arm across his mouth, covering his chin.

"My preferred weapon is a broadsword."

The left hand is extended with the palm downward, and the whole body is in a mad scientist pose.

"I want to be a priest!"

At the end, he snapped his fingers and ended it in a cool (I thought) way.

“““…......”””

It seemed like there was a silence order in the class.

Priss, the homeroom teacher, fell asleep; Cas had an expression of reverence; Brid said “Huh?”; only Korsi covered her blushing face with her hands, feeling ashamed of the speech.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Looking down at everyone's reactions, Shilok sat down with satisfaction.

Successfully isolate yourself.

It won't be a hindrance to the protagonist group, and no bored passers-by will come to the door in the class in the future.

"...Ah, is it over... Then after class... I will take you all to familiarize yourself with the training facilities on campus... and form your own teams..."

Priss took a sip of refreshing drink and started the class.

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after class.

"what's your name?"

"Want to team up with me?"

The students happily discussed forming teams and left the classroom in an orderly manner. Priss was leading the team.

With the intention of visiting, Shilok followed at the end of the team tactfully.

Priss weakly showed his classmates around the facilities.

"The arena....in addition to being used for duels...can also be used to adjust the intensity...and practice skills."

This is where Cliff and Cass had their final battle.

It is much wider than it looks in the game, at least the size of two football fields. After all, some talents have a large effect range, and a larger map also makes it easier for these Lv supermen to run.

"The infirmary... is also a health room... there are teachers of the priest profession... who are stationed here all the time. If you get hurt in a dungeon or during training..."

Beren happened to be on duty, and Shilok waved to her.

Beren looked away.

Huh? I thought our relationship had become more harmonious after that incident.

The person on the hospital bed suddenly pulled open the green blackout curtains.

It's Ain and the girl with glasses.

The two of them caught sight of Shilok. Ain's forehead was covered with sweat and he covered his mouth reflexively. The girl with glasses seemed to have seen a monster and her legs went limp.

The discussion in the crowd suddenly stopped.

The only ones present who didn't understand what was going on were Cass and his friends.

There are information cocoons between different groups in the class. Cass, Brid, and Korsi, who are not so familiar with the others, have not yet learned about what Shilok has done.

The three of them looked at each other.

"You two...are your aunts okay?"

Priss seemed completely unaware of the strange atmosphere and asked in a lazy tone.

"Priss, you should be more reserved, especially in front of so many students."

"Oh...sorry..."

Unexpectedly, it was Beren who reminded him.

"Does the wound stop hurting? If you feel uncomfortable, it's okay to rest for a while."

Beren turned to the two healed wounded men, putting on a professional smile.

The two girls glanced at Shilok secretly.

Shilok looked out the window, touched the ends of his hair and muttered: My hair is a little dry after dyeing.

After confirming Shilok's reaction, the two students returned to the visiting group, and Priss also led everyone away.

Shilok looked back at Beren one last time and found that she was staring at him.

—I'm not here to wipe your ass—

— Treating students is your essential job, don’t avoid it —

Huanbiao sent a message from Beren, and Shilok replied quickly.

Yes, she must be very unhappy about the sudden disruption to her work.

Suddenly, a clear and mellow fragrance wafted over, and Cass moved closer to Shilok.

....Cass why do you smell so good?

"Sirocco, everyone's attitude is a bit strange."

When Shilok saw Cass approaching, he stepped back appropriately.

"They said this morning that they were, uh, having it. There were no sanitary pads in the trash can, and the doctor didn't prescribe any medicine. But there were traces of residual magic in the room. What kind of menstruation requires skill treatment?"

Sure, this guy.

Although I don't know why he knows so much about menstruation, his observation skills are worthy of the title of protagonist.

"Cas, you know a lot, Friend of Women?"

"Eh? No, no! I just found it randomly on the Internet...Sirlock, you came early today. Do you know anything about these two?"

"I don't know. I'm curious too."

Priss took everyone on a tour and stopped at the arena:

"Finally... I believe someone has already gone down to the dungeon... Next, a layer of gatekeeper bosses will be launched here... a simulated battle... even if you are attacked... you will only feel... a strong sense of paralysis... you will not die...

Please form a team of 3 to 5 people..."

Just at this moment the bell rang, and before I knew it, the second class had ended.

"Oh...you choose...after dinner...come here and gather..."

As soon as Priss left——

The students' discussion immediately became heated, and everyone was scrambling to find better people to form a team.

Commonly known as hugging thighs.

It is also true that this grouping will have a huge impact on interpersonal relationships, college life, and the life of explorers.