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

Each round of hard training brings new insights, and this martial art that has been honed through thousands of trials will eventually shine brightly at some point in the future.

Chapter 42: I'm the only one missing from the class (Part 1)

On Monday morning, Mitsui Tsubasa walked into the school gate with a relaxed pace.

The campus is particularly charming today, with bright sunshine, fresh air, and even the clear bird songs are unusually pleasant.

He walked into the classroom of Class 2-A in a cheerful mood and stopped to look around.

He came early today, and there were only a few students in the classroom chatting in low voices.

Mitsui Tsubasa walked slowly to his seat and put down his schoolbag.

Then he deliberately walked around his classmates.

No one greeted him, no one even looked at him.

This situation was in stark contrast to the enthusiastic scenes that usually surrounded him.

He searched the classroom and noticed a female classmate who looked familiar.

The one called Kyoko something...oh, her name is Kyoko Wataya.

At this moment, she was looking around furtively, with a nervous look on her face.

This girl is usually very active and every time she sees him she will greet him enthusiastically in an exaggerated lilting voice.

But today she seemed not to see him.

In order to verify whether cognitive learning really worked, Mitsui Tsubasa walked directly towards Kyoko Watani.

When he stood in front of her, less than a meter away, she still didn't react.

She was still fidgeting, seemingly unaware of his presence.

Mitsui Yi was certain in his heart that the effect of cognitive learning was indeed very powerful, and these classmates simply ignored his existence.

A serious comic suddenly appeared in his mind. I remember it was called "The Street Where Only I Am Not Existing"...

No, that's not the point!

Mitsui Tsubasa quickly brought his thoughts back to reality and decided to try some bolder actions to test the limits of the influence of current cognitive science.

He quickly recalled some scenes from campus comedies, then without hesitation stretched out his hand and slammed it hard on Kyoko Watani's desk.

He shouted mischievously, "Kyoko Wataya-san, what are you doing?"

The girl's body trembled with fear. She raised her head, as if she had just noticed the existence of Mitsui Tsubasa.

She looked very guilty and said: "Mitsui-kun? I'm copying... No, I'm previewing the text..."

Then, she suddenly realized something, froze for a moment, looked at Mitsui Tsubasa with a hint of grievance and said: "My name is Wataya Yui..."

Mitsui Tsubasa's momentum suddenly stagnated, and a trace of confusion arose in his heart. Why did these words sound familiar?

But, never mind, I won’t remember the NPC’s name.

He shook his head, his expression gentle again: "I know, I was just joking with you. After all, you always call me Kyoko Kyoko every day. You two have a really good relationship."

"Yeah, that's it. Kyoko is my best friend."

Yui Wataya laughed happily, and her natural smile looked actually quite cute.

Mitsui Yi politely waved to her: "Don't bother me anymore, I also need to memorize English words."

He turned around and took two steps, but suddenly turned back and stared at Yui Wataya quietly.

Yui Wataya seemed a little curious about his unusual behavior. She looked at Mitsui Tsubasa with a puzzled look on her face.

"What are you doing, Mitsui-kun?"

"It feels so strange, he is different from usual..."

"Usually... eh?"

Yui Wataya's expression gradually became confused, and then suddenly she regained clarity as if awakened.

She tapped her forehead in confusion, then completely ignored Mitsui Tsubasa who had been staring at her and began looking around again.

"Yui-chan, what are you doing!?"

The real Kyoko appears.

She quietly went around behind Yui Wataya and suddenly stepped forward to grab her neck.

Yui Wataya cooperated by pretending that she was about to be strangled, and started playing and frolicking with Kyoko.

After making a fuss for a while, she suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, Kyoko, lend me your physics homework. I fell asleep while reading comics yesterday..."

Kyoko rolled her eyes at her helplessly. Her good friend always found various excuses not to do her homework, and in the end she had to rely on her for help.

She raised her head proudly and began to rummage through her bag confidently.

However, as she searched, her pace slowed down and her voice became lower: "Do we have physics homework for the weekend?"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly a miserable howl was heard in the classroom.

"What a pair of poor students." Mitsui Tsubasa labeled them in his mind and stood up from Wataya Yui's desk.

That's right, he had just been sitting on her desk in an unsightly position, less than half a meter away from them, quietly observing their play.

Incredibly, both these two people and the other students in the classroom completely ignored his irrational behavior.

Cognitive modification was a great success!

Next, Mitsui Tsubasa plans to test the limits of cognitive learning in the classroom.

He returned to his seat and glanced to the side.

Niijima hasn't arrived yet.

He was really curious about the current mental state of this former companion who had undergone special "brainwashing".

It would be even better if you could go one step further than ordinary students.

Maybe ask her to let you rest on her lap for a while...

Immersed in these indescribable fantasies, time passed unnoticed.

Soon, the students entered the classroom one after another and morning self-study officially began.

Mitsui Tsubasa saw the students in the last row stand up and started collecting homework.

He swallowed, hesitated for a moment, and finally spread out the blank exercise book on the table.

Fortunately, the scene he was worried about did not happen. The students who collected the homework simply ignored his existence and only brought other people's homework to the podium.

As the class leader, Shin Niijima personally counted the items.

She asked calmly, "There are still two homework books that haven't been handed in. Which student forgot to bring them?"

Mitsui Tsubasa's heart tightened. Could it be that the effect of cognitive learning was not strong enough?

What should he do now? He hasn’t done a single word of his homework in all subjects!

"Monitor, please give us a few more minutes, we forgot to do our physics homework..."

A faint female voice came from the back of the classroom.

The usually energetic and always boisterous duo were now buried in their writing, looking exhausted.

Shinjima looked at them and sighed helplessly. These two were habitual offenders and there was nothing much to say.

"Hurry up, the class teacher will come to collect the items after the morning self-study session."

"Other students, today we will be teaching a new lesson in Chinese studies, so please prepare for the lesson first."

The students responded lazily, each of them looking listless.

The curse called 'Monday' spread in the class again, making every student shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

However, this time Mitsui Tsubasa was not affected by this atmosphere.

He stood up with an excited look on his face and walked towards Shinjima.

Three meters…

Two meters...

One meter...

He entered the range of intimate distance.

It wasn't until he was almost touching Shinjima Makoto that she opened her eyes wide in surprise, as if she had just noticed him.

"Mitsui-san!?"

Shinjima was startled by his sudden approach. Feeling the distance was too close, he quickly took two steps back.

"Don't leave your seat during morning self-study. What do you want from me?"

"I just want to check if I have handed in my homework." Mitsui Tsubasa said calmly, pointing to the pile of homework.

Shinjima nodded: "Okay, then you check it out."

Mitsui Tsubasa began to pretend to search for it. He knew, of course, that he had not handed in his homework, but that did not affect his little experiment.

He casually pulled out a workbook and glanced at the cover casually. There was a name he didn't recognize written on it.

So he put the notebook on the top and said to Shinjima, "I found it. I thought I forgot to hand it in. Monitor, please take a look."

Shinjima hesitated for a moment, then leaned over to take a look.

The moment she saw the name clearly, she was stunned. This wasn't Mitsui's name. Could it be that he didn't hand in his homework?

Huh?

Shinjima suddenly felt a slight dizziness, but the feeling disappeared quickly like an illusion.

She looked at her homework book again.

Well, the handwriting is neat. Mitsui-san is indeed an excellent student.

Chapter 43: I am the only one missing in the class

The experiment was successful, and Mitsui Tsubasa took a step back with satisfaction, keeping a safe distance from Niijima Makoto.

Noticing that Mitsui Tsubasa had not yet returned to his seat, a hint of confusion flashed in Shinjima's eyes.

She stared at him, as if waiting for an explanation, but just a few seconds later, her eyes suddenly became empty, as if her thoughts were taken away by some invisible force.

The confusion in her eyes quickly disappeared, she regained her composure, and naturally lowered her head to read the textbook. Mitsui Tsubasa standing beside her once again became a transparent person in her world.

Mitsui Tsubasa slowly stepped forward, and waited until Niijima really reacted before stepping back a little.

He estimated the distance between the two people and came to an inaccurate conclusion.

About 30 centimeters, this distance is close to the boundary of theoretical intimate distance.

At this distance, if he remained still, Shinjima would ignore him, but if he moved even a little, she would give him a questioning look.

As these doubts accumulated, the familiar look of struggle flashed in her eyes again.

Mitsui Tsubasa noticed the change in Shinjima's eyes and immediately took a step back swiftly. In reality, he did not have the Flame of Heart to strengthen his control.

The experiment was almost over here, but a naughty idea lingered in his mind.

Mitsui Tsubasa decided to take one last risk and test whether there was a difference in obedience between Shinjima Makoto herself and her shadow self.

He stretched out his right hand, hesitated slightly, and then carefully placed his hand on Shinjima Makoto's head.

'The secret of the Yasasi religion - kill by patting the head! ' He silently chanted this self-created spell in his mind.

The soft and silky hair gently brushed across Mitsui Tsubasa's fingertips, bringing a sense of tranquility and warm comfort.

Not only did he feel the fluffy touch of hair in his palm, he could also sense a faint body temperature, a warmth that his shadow self could not replicate. Perhaps this was proof of his true existence...

"what!"

Just as Mitsui Tsubasa was lost in thought, Shinjima suddenly turned sideways and threw a punch as if by instinct.