I finally recovered from my grievous injury. It was a long month, and Deron has long taken the spotlight from me since the enrollment arc.

Well, the wall has ears. During my hospitalization, I had my piece of entertainment as I watch the coming and going of whispering among students.

Deron was making quite the ruckus in the academy as he build his reputation in the academy. His confrontation with the second years is definitely a hot gossip that will definitely escalate to something bigger later, or maybe it has already happened.

The fact Cain and Lorie are also joining in the chaos is not helping at all. Well, it helped me. Hahahaha, I am back again to my obscure identity of a nameless mob.

Hooray!! With stories of me being buried by bigger stories, my infamy started to go down

I entered the classroom for Class A.

"Looks like I came just at the right time... Ain't that nice?"

…

I pushed the door cautiously. Slowly, but surely… The door creaked but it isn’t audible enough to earn the gazes of my fellow students. Remaining invisible is my top priority right now.

So, rule no. 1 of mob life, never ever act eccentric!!

You must have a normal walk, a normal speech pattern, and a normal presence. It sounds so easy, because… IT IS EASY!!

I’ve been an extra in my entire past life whether it was the 17-year-old version or the 27-year-old version of me. I arrived at the classroom not too early and not too late.

The first person I looked for is Heather’s seat. Hehehe… Heather is still not here. I am gonna steal her seat. If I remember correctly in the novel, she was surrounded by nobodies. It’s the perfect spot for me.

From the novel, I believe her seat was somewhere in the middle. I sat comfortably there feeling like a general that has won the war.

Exactly at that moment, Heather entered the classroom. I’ll definitely turn her away. Not that I am proud of it. With my record of beating women, I bet she’d let me have this seat. I have to be subtle about the intimidation though.

Destroying my expectations, Heather sat beside me. Huh? What’s this?

Hmmm… Maybe, she chose to seat on another seat knowing that someone already occupied hers. A bad premonition rose from my mind.

A browned-haired guy on the shorter side entered the classroom. He approached me. And then that’s when I knew I screwed up. I missed Heather’s seat.

“Excuse me, but that’s my seat,” Brown-hair said.

My thoughts raced. What should I do? If I turn him away like I originally intended, I might look like an oppressing bully or an inflexible guy that everyone in the classroom will hate. If I were to make a commotion, my classmates’ attention will be on me.

If it were Heather, I am confident I can easily shrug her off while maintaining my mob persona easily.

There is only one way. Remain low, act friendly, and maybe score some brownie points while at it. This brown hair looked mob material to me.

“Ah— I am sorry. I was absent for a month due to some heavy injuries. The enrollment exams were quite hectic.” I politely said, establishing an amiable facade.

“T-that’s okay, I am Pedro Picard. Nice to meet you.” He timidly said.

Like what I expected, he’s a complete nobody. The perfect wingman I need. Like how birds of a feather flock together, I am going to stick to this guy like a chick to a mother hen. I just ruined a great metaphor, but meh… Still, it is reasonable I give up this seat.

“I am Alfir. I am really sorry. Can I make it up to you? Let’s have lunch later.”

“A-ah, okay.”

When I heard his okay, I immediately hightailed out of the way. This way, Pedro won’t be able to take back his words. Sadly, the seats were almost filled up. The only seats left are the ones beside Sheila or Cain.

Now, I have two choices— Sheila or Cain? It took me no time at all to think of a decision.

Sheila it is… That’s the safest bet. Sheila has a quiet personality. The chances of her speaking to me is less than 5%.

I looked at the seats, and I realized there are 18 of them. There is an extra chair compared to what I initially assumed. Professor Merrick then entered the class.

“Good day everyone,” He greeted the class perfunctorily. “We have a transferee from class B, he just reached 41% and is deemed eligible for Class-A. Bon Bon, come here.”

I heard some laughter from my classmates. Even I who personally knows the guy even laughed. What kind of name is Bon Bon? Of course, my laugh is not too exaggerated. Just enough for my classmates to think I don’t know Bon Bon.

“But really… Pffft… Hahaha.”

There is a grimace on Bon Bon’s face. He looked terrible as he sit beside Cain. Good luck with that. There is a reason why Cain is drearily evaded. It’s because this germaphobe imposes quite severe rules on his seatmates.

“Do you have disinfectants in your person? Cotton? Clean handkerchief?”

“U-uum… No, I… u-u-uu…”

Bon Bon stuttered at Cain’s interrogation. Honestly, I was stunned that Bon Bon managed to transfer to Class-A this fast. It must be because the academy deems it necessary.

Three months from now, the academy will be put into an emergency war state. Students have to become stronger than they could ever be in the duration of three months.

For the first time since I enrolled in this academy, I was able to attend my class. The class continued normally. With things to be learned and theories to be taught, it was surprisingly a very normal school day.