Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

After a while, he gradually came to consciousness. His hands and feet were stiff, and he lay back weakly. His whole body became gloomy.

I did my homework until 1am last night...

When I went to sleep, my mind was full of thoughts about Lavenda, and I had strange dreams all night.

He had thought that the voice he heard when the community was launched would be his chance to enter the Velvet Room, but two days passed and nothing happened.

Clearly, he was not the guest the Velvet Room was expecting.

This is a good thing. The current Igor may have been replaced by the evil god Yaldabaoth. Entering the Velvet Room is too risky. It's like facing the devil right after leaving the Novice Village.

Coupled with two consecutive days of high-intensity exercise, his body began to show symptoms of delayed onset muscle soreness.

The double blow of mental and physical suffering made him feel more exhausted than ever before. His positive emotions quickly withered like a balloon punctured by a needle.

I really want to take a day off... but unfortunately I can't. Using the excuse of feeling unwell plus the fact that I went to a private clinic not long ago will definitely make my father suspicious.

He struggled out of bed, rummaged through the first aid kit, and swallowed a regular long-acting painkiller.

I have physical education class this afternoon, it’s really killing me.

Mitsui Yi walked into the bathroom and tidied his appearance numbly. He even needed the strength of his hands to open his heavy eyelids that seemed to be stuck with glue.

In the mirror, the boy who was once full of energy and vigor is now shrouded in a layer of dark gray shadow, as if entangled in an invisible mist.

He ate some breakfast casually until the painkillers began to take effect, then he put on his schoolbag and staggered out of the house.

He seemed listless throughout the morning, and it was already noon in a daze.

Coming to the school rooftop alone and feeling the gentle breeze of spring, he felt some renewed energy.

Forcing himself to finish his lunch box, he gazed out at the skyline and let his thoughts drift away.

At the end of lunch break, he dragged his heavy feet and followed his classmates to the gymnasium, but his heart was extremely resistant to the upcoming physical education class.

Inside the men's locker room.

As soon as Mitsui Tsubasa changed into his sportswear, he was surrounded by a group of classmates.

Unknown classmate A: "Mitsui-kun, you're amazing, how did you get such a good figure!?"

Classmate B, who is not familiar with me, said: "Mitsui, do you want to be a professional athlete? You will definitely shine if you participate in the competition!"

I don’t even know if it’s my classmate C: “That’s great, I want to have a body like this, girls will definitely scream when they see me!”

In response to these compliments, Mitsui Tsubasa gave a business-like smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "Maybe it's the result of long-term practice of kendo. I have always been very serious in my training."

After saying a few perfunctory words, he left the locker room first, leaving behind the series of flattery from his classmates.

A group of NPCs, even male NPCs, are really annoying.

As he stepped into the gymnasium, a pungent smell of the plastic track hit him in the face, mixed with a subtle smell of sweat, causing Mitsui Tsubasa to wrinkle his nose and look unsightly.

He has always had a keen sense of smell and is particularly sensitive to all kinds of strange smells.

However, most indoor stadiums are like this, with poor ventilation and the crowded environment, so it is just bearable.

Mitsui Tsubasa arrived early, and the gymnasium seemed a little empty. He glanced around casually and found that the sports facilities here were quite complete.

Basketball courts, tennis courts, volleyball courts, track and field fields, strength training areas, aerobic training areas, and even ping-pong tables - the private Shujin Academy obviously attaches great importance to sports facilities and seems to hope to achieve outstanding results in the field of sports.

"Hey, student over there!" A strong voice came from behind Mitsui Tsubasa.

Mitsui Tsubasa turned around and was slightly stunned when he saw the person's appearance clearly.

Kamoshida…

He turned around and saw a tall, sturdy man walking towards him. He was wearing a simple white shirt and sweatpants, with messy curly hair, strong features and masculine charm.

At first glance, he does look like a handsome man, but unfortunately, he is a pervert.

Kamoshida walked up to Mitsui Tsubasa, patted his shoulder in a familiar manner, and said with a smile: "You are the new transfer student, right? As the principal said, you are really an outstanding guy."

"Your physique is even better than that of the average athlete. You've just arrived, so you probably haven't joined any clubs yet, right?"

Mitsui Tsubasa shook his head with a cold expression.

"Are you interested in volleyball?" Kamoshida introduced himself enthusiastically. "I'm the instructor of the volleyball club. We are training hard this year and our goal is the national competition."

"With your conditions, you can definitely become a main player with a little practice. Your resume will look great when you apply for college, and you can also enjoy volleyball. How about it, do you want to try it?"

"No thanks, Kamoshida...teacher, my interest is kendo, and I don't have much time to participate in sports activities." Mitsui Tsubasa politely declined.

"Really? What a pity." A trace of disappointment appeared on Kamoshida's face. He sighed undisguisedly, "Well, no matter what sport you participate in, more exercise is good for your health."

"See that over there? That's where students put their water cups and other items. You should go over there and get ready, because the class is about to begin." Kamoshida pointed to an area not far away.

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded again and turned to walk towards the designated area. His expression turned cold the moment he turned around.

Kamoshida, a guy who deserves to die.

'All the beautiful things in the world can only belong to me.'

If Kamoshida dares to have any improper thoughts, then prepare to die!

When the time comes, he will act immediately to nip any potential threat in the bud.

After putting away the sundries, physical education class started quickly.

Accompanied by the sharp whistle, students from various classes gathered quickly.

Kamoshida stood in front of the group of students, his eyes slowly scanning each face as if examining them.

Some timid students didn't even dare to meet his gaze.

After a moment, he shook his head in dissatisfaction, his tone showing obvious disdain: "Look at you all, you all look listless after the long vacation, and your physical fitness must have declined."

"Young people need to be energetic. Today is the first physical education class of this semester. I hope everyone can do the recovery training seriously!" He raised his voice a few degrees and ordered: "All boys, get ready on the track and run 1500 meters."

A wave of complaints immediately spread among the students: "No way, long-distance running right at the start?"

"Ah, help, I don't want to run long distances..."

In response to the students' complaints, Kamoshida simply glared at the people who spoke, with no intention of canceling the long-distance run.

The students could only line up on the track with sighs.

They lowered their heads, sorting their sports equipment, and their expressions revealed that they were exhausted before they even started running.

Chapter 32: Pride is a sharp sword!

As a sharp whistle sounded.

The students reluctantly quickened their pace, and soon three distinct echelons were naturally formed.

Among this group of running figures, the first echelon stood out particularly, with only seven or eight people, including Mitsui Tsubasa.

As his pace quickened, the painkillers that had been suppressing the pain gradually lost their effectiveness. Every step was accompanied by twitching and tingling in the body, but despite this, Mitsui Tsubasa still gritted his teeth and persisted.

How can we lose to these NPCs!

After running the first few hundred meters, the initially stiff limbs began to relax, and the originally severe pain also subsided to a tolerable level.

Mitsui Tsubasa took advantage of the momentum to accelerate, soon took the lead, and began to try to widen the distance between himself and other students.

Most of his classmates were left far behind by him, with only sporadic footsteps following them in their ears.

Curiosity drove him to turn his head and take a look.

This person... looks a little familiar.

He looked again carefully.

Ah!

Isn't this the black-haired youth version of Ryuji?

He changed his hair color and I couldn't recognize him at first.

Since there was an 'acquaintance' behind him, Mitsui Tsubasa decided not to rush to be the first.

He slowed down his pace, ending the long-distance race as a friendly match, and was only a few body lengths ahead of Ryuji.

"Huh, huh, I actually lost, you are really awesome."

Ryuji Sakamoto supported his hands on his knees, panting and looking at Mitsui Tsubasa, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"You are also very fast. We are actually on par with each other." Mitsui Tsubasa responded gently.

He then walked towards the rest area, took out the pre-prepared sports drink, and handed one to Ryuji Sakamoto.

"Eh!?"

Long Si took the drink mechanically, and for a moment he hadn't recovered from the fatigue of running.

"Well, thank you, senior. I'm a freshman in high school, Sakamoto Ryuji. Nice to meet you, thank you for your guidance."

"My name is Mitsui Tsubasa, a transfer student in the second year of high school. Thank you for your guidance."

"Transfer student..." Sakamoto Ryuji scratched his head in confusion, looked at Mitsui Tsubasa carefully, and suddenly paused, "Ah, I remember, they said there was a senior transfer student coming, and it seemed that he was difficult to get along with..."

"Oh, sorry, I really didn't mean that."

Realizing that he had said something wrong, Sakamoto Ryuji hurriedly explained.

Mitsui Tsubasa's cheek twitched slightly and he sighed in his heart.

"Ryuji... Never mind. He's not very smart anyway. This is normal. I don't want to argue with him."

He cleverly changed the subject and asked in a probing tone, "Have you ever practiced track and field before? You look quite professional when you run."

When Ryuji Sakamoto heard this, he paused, nodded, and then shook his head.

"I was in the track and field club in junior high school, and I always came in first. When I arrived at Shujin Academy, the coach directly let me join the track and field club, but I didn't expect that I would become the second place today..."

"You are still so young, don't be discouraged, practice more, and your grades will definitely improve."

"Oh...senior, you speak so maturely, just like an adult."

Ryuji Sakamoto returned to his silly look of scratching his head and smiling.

"Hey, Ryuji, the track and field club is gathering!"

Several male students I had never met in the distance called out loudly.

Sakamoto Ryuji heard the shouts, waved to them, then turned to Mitsui Tsubasa and said, "I have to go to training, senior, next time we compete again, I will definitely win!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly ran in the direction of his companions.

Looking at Ryuji Sakamoto's receding figure, Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but frown.

The abrupt word "senbei" made him tense up all over. Ryuji's face sounded really awkward with such a line.

He couldn't help but recall the phrase "Pressure Masne, Senbei!"

And the red-haired stranger heroine who disappeared when leaving.

However, the current Ryuji is much more energetic than in the original work.

His eyes were filled with vigor and vitality, and he was completely different from the "Long Si" with dyed yellow hair and a hunched posture.

For the sake of this ancestor’s words, let’s stop Kamoshida this time.

The subsequent physical training was uneventful and uneventful.

The two physical education classes were held consecutively, so we were dismissed early after class.

Mitsui Tsubasa strictly adhered to the two-point one-line principle and went straight back home.

"Impression space, start."

It was a fulfilling day. Level LV5→LV6.

Tuesday, nothing happened, had a full day.

Level LV6→LV7.

Wednesday, nothing happened...

Level LV7→LV8.

On Thursday, a small incident occurred.

Swimming was scheduled for the afternoon physical education class. I thought I would have the opportunity to enjoy the pleasant scenes, but I didn’t expect that the training of boys and girls would be conducted separately.

Very disappointed that nothing happened.