Transmigrating Into A Villain

So her name was Yana.

"Yana, why do you keep looking at me? Is there anything on my face?" Alina asked deliberately in bewilderment.

Yana's eyes were wide with shock. She and Alaina had been desk mates for nearly half a semester. But to be honest, they were not familiar with each other. They always called each other by the full name. "No, no, no!" She denied it with a stare, without knowing whether to deny that she didn't peep or that there was nothing on Alina's face.

Yana's eyes were clear, though she was a little haughty. Alina could tell at a glance that she was a simple girl.

"Why do my classmates always look at me in a strange way?" Alina asked, moving closer to Yana.

No matter in class 125 or class 126, they were looking at her in a strange way. Although she didn't care about it very much, she felt bad if she was the only one left in the dark.

Then Yana distanced herself from Alina. She snorted with contempt, "Don't you know it?"

Alina was speechless... She just didn't know, so she wasn't ashamed to ask.

At this moment, the morning bell rang... There was a twenty-minute morning reading period before the first class. The class would begin after the morning reading.

After the bell just rang, two tall and thin boy students staggered in from the front door, with their hands in pockets.

These two guys seemed to feel good about themselves. After glancing at them, Alina looked away immediately.

But she didn't know if it was her illusion or not. The guy in front seemed to give her a look.

'It must be my illusion. The guy's seat must be in my direction.'

At this thought, Alina quickly looked around the classroom and found that there were two vacant seats in the seventh and eighth rows of the third group.

Sure enough, she sneered at herself for being suspicious.

Alina opened a book to read. The articles were relatively simple for her who graduated from the university. But she had difficulty in writing. After all, after graduation, she never wrote an article.

So she decided to study hard again and picked up what she had forgotten.

She took out a new notebook. When she was preparing to take notes, she suddenly felt a shadow around her.

Alina paused and turned her head. Wasn't this the guy who just walked in front?

The boy was handsome. His hair was long, with bangs half covering his eyebrows, and he wore a silver stud in one ear. He put one hand in his pocket, lifted the corner of his mouth and gave Alina a vicious look.

The boy's behavior soon attracted the attention of all the students in the class, and they were excited to watch them.

Sitting on the chair, Alina looked up at the boy and asked calmly, "What's up?"

Perhaps her tone was too calm, and her expression was too cold. The boy was stunned for a moment, but soon he returned to normal. He picked out a light blue letter from his pocket, and threw it on her desk in disgust. He said haughtily, "Take back your love letter!"

The boy's voice was not loud, but it caused a commotion in the whole classroom. Yana looked at the love letter, and then at her desk mate. Her eyes widened in shock.

For a moment, Alina didn't know what to say. Although she hadn't done anything wrong, she was Alaina now. In others' eyes, she was a bad girl.

"Oh, thank you." Alina forced a very embarrassing smile and cursed in heart.

She had no choice. She couldn't weep with her face covered or die of shame.

The boy had imagined the scene of him giving back the love letter to the girl in front of all his classmates, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

He carefully stared at the girl's face and found that her expression was calm and indifferent. There was no embarrassment, humiliation, sadness, or even a trace of annoyance. He was a little disappointed. He turned around and left arrogantly.

Seeing that Alina was treated like this, the classmates thought that she would definitely be ashamed and resentful, and that she would even run out of the classroom crying awkwardly. But the result was unexpected.

For a moment, silence engulfed the whole classroom. But soon, they began to whisper.

The bell rang... This was the second ring for morning reading. Whoever entered the classroom after the bell rang would be late.

Paying no attention to others, Alina opened the light blue envelope and took out the letter. As she unfolded it and was about to read it, someone whispered, "The head teacher came."

Alina put the letter and the envelope back into the desk and looked at the door.

A young man of about twenty-five years old with short hair walked to the platform from the door. After he stood still, he smiled and looked around the classroom. He made some dry coughs and said, "Good morning, class. There is more than a week left before the monthly exam. You must take your time to study and do better than last month. Okay, read your books!"

The head teacher was called Jason Su, who was a postgraduate. Class 126 was the first class he was in charge of.

The students didn't take the teacher's words seriously.

Some of them were impatient and complained about the exam.

Some of them, such as the students sitting in the first two rows, were reading books attentively.

Like other key high schools, Ming Hua High School always ranked the students according to their grades. Seats were also arranged according to grades. The students with low grades sat in the back. But Alina didn't know that. In her memory, seats should be arranged according to height.

Hearing that there was more than one week left before the exam, Alina concentrated on the book in her hand.

Yana looked at Alina several times with her round eyes. She wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. As she found that Alina didn't want to talk to her at all, she pouted and looked at the book again.

Time flew by so fast when one focused on something. Alina felt this way when the bell rang for the first class.

It was Thursday and the first lesson was math.

Mr. Su was teaching math. He was an old man in his fifties. He wore a pair of glasses, bald and thin.

For his appearance, he was known as the "thin teacher."

Mr. Su's lesson was ordinary, but he explained it in great detail. Although Alina had forgotten most of the formulas, she understood them at once when the teacher told her.

After a key point was explained, it was time for students to do exercises on the blackboard.

There were three questions on the blackboard. "Any volunteers? ... If no volunteer, I will call the roll." Mr. Su glanced around the whole classroom through his glasses.

All students lowered their heads, trying to avoid the eye contact with their teacher. They prayed in their hearts that they wouldn't be called!

These three questions were about what they had learned today. Alina wrote them down and worked them out on paper.

"Jenny, Steve and Yana." Mr. Su took a glance at the register and called them.

When Yana heard her name, she was depressed. She cast a hateful glance at the thin man on the platform and stood up reluctantly.

Yana's seat was against the wall. Alina must move her chair so that Yana could get out.

As Yana stood up, Alina immediately moved the chair to make way for her.

When Yana passed by, she gave a glimpse at the paper on the desk and found there were three questions written on it. Alina had worked out two of them. She stopped and looked at them carefully before she ran to the platform quickly.

Yana chose the first question on the left. She wrote the steps and the final answer according to what she saw just now.

Another girl chose the question in the middle. After thinking for a while, she worked it out.

The boy was depressed. He didn't know how to do it.

Seeing that the two girls had finished their questions, Mr. Su glanced at the boy through his glasses and said, "All right. You may leave now."

The boy was so relieved that he threw the chalk and ran as fast as he could.

"Well, everyone, let's see how these three students are doing? Did they get them right?" Mr. Su knocked on the blackboard and looked at the students.

Being a little guilty, Yana secretly peeked at Alina. She didn't know whether her answer was right or not since she copied the answer on the paper.

"The answer of the first question is correct. Yana did a good job, but there are two steps skipped. I'm afraid some of you don't understand, so I write down the two steps."

Hearing that the answer was correct, some of the students looked at Yana with admiration.

Being praised by the teacher, Yana pursed her lips and peeped at Alina. Alina felt her eyes and responded with a congratulatory smile.

"For the second question, all the previous steps are correct. But there are mistakes in the last step, so the final answer is wrong."

"For the third question..."

The bell rang...

"All right, let's call it a day. Class is over!"

"Stand up. Goodbye, sir." Then there was a ten-minute break after class.

Someone went to the bathroom; someone was chatting; someone was going to the corridor to take some fresh air. Alina didn't move. She was making her time in revising math.

Yana was about to get out of the room for some fresh air. But when she saw the serious look on her desk mate, she hesitated and didn't get up.

She felt that her desk mate seemed to be different than before. Their scores were about the same. She knew only a little about the questions, but her desk mate got all the questions right. This was not reasonable!

And when Leo Tang gave back her the love letter in front of all the classmates, she was so calm as if the love letter was not hers.

Moreover, in the past, Alaina always called her by her full name. She sometimes pulled a long face when she asked her to make way for her. Now she not only called her Yana, but was also very cooperative in moving her chair. Yana wondered if she had been replaced by someone.

Alina felt the intense gaze beside her. She stopped writing, turned her head and looked at her desk mate. She smiled and said, "Yana, if you keep staring at me like this, I will think that you fall in love with me!" When Yana heard this, her cheeks turned red. She said angrily, "Nonsense!"

Well, the girl was so shy that she couldn't stand teasing. Alina raised her eyebrows and went on reading her book.

The students in the class gathered together, discussing about what had happened during morning reading, and also the affairs between Alaina and the guy in class 125.

Of course, they were talking behind Alina, so she didn't know she was their topic.

"Why are you still sitting in the classroom after class, Yana? Come out. I have something to tell you!" Yana's friend asked her out.

Upon hearing this, Alina moved her chair. Meanwhile, she kept writing.

Yana snorted and managed to squeeze out.

In the corridor outside the classroom, girls got together to chat at the front door and boys played together at the back door.

Seeing Yana, Mandy Li held her arm and said sarcastically, "When Leo returned the love letter to Alaina, did she look terrible? It's a pity that I didn't see it from so far away."

Yana wanted to say no but she didn't want to spoil Mandy's good mood, so she nodded.

"I don't like her for a long time. As a student who came here through the back door with us, how could she look down on all of us! It's so funny to watch her make a fool of herself! Yana, did you feel satisfied when you saw that?"

After hesitating for a while, Yana said, "Mandy, do you think that Alaina looks a bit different today?"

"What's different? By the way, she didn't go to class 125 to find Lily today. There must be something wrong with her. She's too ashamed to go to class 125."

"I don't know if it's true or not. Don't talk nonsense."

"Nonsense? Everyone in grade one is talking about it. If it's not true, is everyone talking nonsense?"

Several boys surrounded Leo. One of them joked, "Leo, you're too bad. You returned the love letter to the girl in front of everyone. Only you can do that!"

"A girl always falls in love with a bad guy. Leo is the dream lover of girls. Many girls have written love letters to him."

"By the way, what does it say on Alaina's love letter? Have you read it? Read a few words to us!"

With his back leaning against the wall of the corridor and the sunlight gently passing over him, Leo replied arrogantly, "I don't remember. I've forgotten it." "Don't say that. Does it say 'Dear Leo, since the first time I met you, I've fallen in love with you...?"

"Hahaha..." A group of boys burst into laughter.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐