I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 49 Anlos enjoys helping others
Professor Armstrong opened his mouth ungracefully, letting the blood flow from his nostrils and staining his clothes without using a handkerchief to wipe it away.

He just stared at Anlos blankly, feeling that he was still in a dream.

Seeing this, Anlos frowned.

hiss--

He won't make the professor stupid, right?
It's not that scary.
"Professor Armstrong?" Anlos raised his voice and asked again, "Are you okay?"

"Ah," Armstrong suddenly regained consciousness and stammered, "I, I - I'm not good."

"What happened just now? Did you do it?"

Anlos was silent.

Since it was indeed him who caused the trouble, he was not afraid to admit it.

So Anlos nodded and said: "Well, I did it. Hug——"

Before he could finish saying "Sorry", Professor Armstrong exclaimed:

"You really saved everyone! Let me just say, that last voice sounded just like you!"

Anlos: "Huh?"

It seems like something is wrong?

Weren't they talking about the time he "accidentally" caused the Blue Goblin to riot and almost kill an entire classroom of students?

On the other side, Professor Armstrong was completely in shock and excitement.

He wiped the nosebleed casually, rushed off the podium in one stride, and trotted towards Anlos with his round belly, his eyes shining brightly.

"Anlos! There is no doubt that you are a genius that is rare to see in a century, no, a millennium!"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Anlos pursed his lips and smiled.

Ok.

you're right.

Since I didn’t find out that I was the initiator, then I won’t admit it~
Armstrong: "You are even comparable to Samuel Louis, who led everyone to resist the invasion of nightmares two hundred years ago!"

Hearing this, Anlos' smile faded.

"Professor, you are mistaken."

"Huh?" Armstrong's smile faltered and he looked at Anlos in confusion.

I just heard the white-haired young man in front of me say softly:

"You will find later that I, the new star of the empire, will be the only one you can see when you look up into the night."

"."

Armstrong was stunned for a moment, and then a huge wave rolled up in his heart, which was extremely shocking.

This, this is far from what a fourteen and a half year old boy can say.

I didn’t expect that this thin body contained such a grand ambition!
For a moment, Professor Armstrong actually felt tears filling his eyes.

Both proud and regretful.

He is proud that in the two hundred years of the Red Rose Empire, he has finally produced another figure who can be engraved in history, and he is also his favorite student.

It is a pity that Anlos Tian is trapped in the disease, his body is congenitally weak and weak, and he may not be able to stand alone in the nightmare.

"Ugh"

Professor Armstrong let out a long sigh, with mixed feelings, and couldn't help but look around.

He saw Markul, the fourth-placed student in the entrance exam who was barely able to stay awake, with shock and envy in his eyes.

"No need to compare with Anlos, Mr. Maculle."

Professor Armstrong said gently.

"In terms of wizard talent, I think there are only a handful of people in the entire academy, and even the entire continent, who can compare with Anros."

"."

Macul lowered his head, pursed his lips reluctantly, got up with a breath, looked directly at Anros, and said in a deep voice:

"In terms of wizard talent alone, I admit that it is far from yours. However, don't forget, you said you are number one in all subjects."

“I’m not uncompetitive.”

"Yeah, of course."

Anlos raised the corner of his mouth, habitually wanting to cheer for this warrior, but then suddenly remembered:

Markul's nerves are sensitive and he can't stand any stimulation.

So, Anlos thought for a moment, blinked his eyes, and said:

"You are so awesome, Macul~ I admire you so much~"

In an instant, the originally silent classroom fell into "dead silence" in another sense.

With a flick of the floor, Inashal's eyes were fixed on the stunned Markul. The hands hanging by his sides were clenched, and his nails dug into his flesh.

"Uh, cough." Professor Armstrong quickly came to his senses.

Clearing his throat, he showed his unnecessary gentleness at this moment and smiled:

"Nymeria's school spirit is open, don't worry."

Ah - this is youth.

Professor Armstrong, who was already an old man, couldn't help but sigh.

When the words fell, Inashal's face was calm.

A trace of blood flowed from the fist hanging by his side.

Turn into flames and burn up.

"."

Makur was completely dumbfounded.

He faced the encouraging and kind eyes of Professor Anlos and Armstrong. For the first time in his life, he did not want to be the center of attention.

Might as well pass out like a dead fish.

Markul's expression gradually turned blank.

Macul gave up thinking.

Seeing his face no longer solemn and becoming peaceful, Anlos nodded with satisfaction.

I am really a little angel who loves to help others.

hehe~
At this moment, a burst of chaotic footsteps sounded from outside the door, approaching from far away.

Led by a woman with wheat-colored skin, a large group of people rushed in from the doorless doorframe and looked at the classroom in shock.

What happened? !

How could it become like this? !

"This, this is a major incident and the principal may get angry."

The woman with wheat-colored skin said tremblingly, her arms as delicate and round as cream stretched.

Just standing here, the remaining nightmare power cut into her nerves like a knife, making her scalp numb.

Hearing the words "The principal will get angry", Professor Armstrong suddenly withered like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Oh, yes.

Poor supervision can lead to accidents.

He will be punished.

The desire for "promotion and salary increase" seemed to flap its wings and fly away.

Ying.

The woman with wheat-colored skin directed the teachers and medical staff to send the unconscious students to the infirmary.

"Are you Anlos?" She looked at the unharmed Anlos, sniffed twice with the tip of her nose, and asked doubtfully, "Why do you have a strong smell of nightmare?"

Nightmares still smell?

Anlos couldn't help but raise his head curiously, his eyes very innocent.

"Oh my God! You are just like my 'Snow White', a female cat who can only talk and is as cute as you."

The woman's expression softened and she couldn't help but rub Anlos' hair.

"I'm Professor Trich, teaching wizard courses. Originally, I was supposed to meet you three weeks later."

Having said this, Cuiji couldn't help but sigh.

What are these things?

Students were moved out one by one. Anlos tried his best to feel guilty, but failed.

In his eyes, these lovely classmates have turned into little leeks waiting to be harvested.

They are all the source of his fear~
"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the bare door frame, and everyone turned to look and saw Instructor Byron looking very interested.

"Wow - the scene is really tragic!"

Instructor Byron pushed up his monocle and seemed to be reciting a poem.

However, it is obvious that Instructor Byron's talent is just like Anlos' conscience, there is some, but not much.

It's all superficial.

After holding it in for a long time, but nothing came out, Instructor Byron coughed twice in embarrassment under the gaze of everyone.

Then, he walked quickly behind Anlos, held the handle of the wheelchair, pushed him and walked out.

"Anlos, our distinguished principal is looking for you!"

　There is not a drop left...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)