The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

As soon as he stepped into the classroom, he was stared at by all kinds of familiar eyes. A group of students were talking to him in what they thought was a very quiet voice.

"Why did that newbie come so late today? Isn't he always the first one to arrive?"

"Who knows? Maybe because of extra practice last night, I got up late today."

"No, I saw him here with Victor today. I guess he went out fooling around with them last night and couldn't get up today."

"Oh, it seems the rumors are true. Hey, isn't he just a little prettier, with a nicer voice, and a gentler personality? Why does Mr. Victor like him and not me?"

"Go away, if you want to praise someone, go away."

"Don't mention it. I also want to be Master Victor's follower. I heard he offers a lot."

"These days, even dogs are robbed, it's rare."

……

Alia looked at Nan Zhiyi, who was reading a book seriously, with some worry. She frowned slightly and bit her lower lip in distress.

"Don't be sad, Zhiyi. They were just joking."

"By the way, you haven't had time to eat today, right? I brought some bean buns and milk. I'll give them to you so you don't get too hungry during the physical training class later."

Nan Zhiyi listened to the heroine's chattering and looked up at her.

Her chestnut curly hair was tied up with a red hairband, her facial features were small and tight, and her eyes were clear, pure and full of kindness.

The healthy, fair and delicate skin is slightly pink, with a pleasant grass scent all over the body, and no smell of powder.

Her whole body is filled with youthful and lively aura, she is the standard image of an old-fashioned heroine, just, kind and full of energy.

Nan Zhiyi took it with a friendly smile as before, opened the bread and started eating it in small bites. His cheeks were puffy, like a little hamster.

"I understand. Thank you, Alia. I'll pay you back when I get the money."

Alia blushed and waved her hands embarrassedly.

"I told you, we are friends and you don't have to pay me back. And don't you often buy me gifts?"

My deskmate is still as well-behaved and cute as ever. I can’t take my eyes off him when he smiles.

"Well, I'll bring you something new and delicious next time."

"it is good."

The whole classroom fell silent as the old professor, wearing a black and white school uniform, reading glasses, and a middle-parted hair, slowly walked in with a book and a water cup.

Nan Zhiyi, who originally didn't care about studying, realized for the first time that studying could be so painful.

Reading the book is like reading Mayan, and listening to the lecture is like listening to a foreign language. The old professor's slow and low voice is so helpful for sleeping, and it always leads people's thoughts to the unknown distance.

I don't know when my upright figure remained, but my eyes had quietly closed, and the voice of the old professor's earnest teachings was in my ears.

"Wake up, it's bad enough that you usually have poor grades, but you also have a bad attitude. Get out of here and run three laps with a 50-pound weight."

The old professor looked at Nan Zhiyi's expression, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and knocked the table hard.

Nan Zhiyi found that the voice of the explanation had disappeared and opened his eyes in confusion.

The old professor, whose face turned blue with anger, glared at him fiercely, looking as if he was very disappointed with his son.

The other students watched this scene and laughed in low voices. Even though they saw it every day, they still enjoyed it.

"Professor Chen, calm down. Don't blame him. It's his first time studying at the academy, so it's inevitable that he doesn't understand."

"That's right, I'm weak and frail.

Not to mention running 3,000 kilometers with a 50-kilogram load, even if he didn't carry anything, his physical fitness wouldn't allow him to run 3,000 kilometers in one class."

"He has connections and was hired as an exception. There's no need for you to be hard on him, right?

It would be troublesome if his eldest son came and said we bullied him, so could you please be kind and let him go?"

Several people echoed each other, seemingly begging for mercy, but their bad taste and the gloating in their eyes showed that they were just adding fuel to the fire.

"Ren Xiao, that's enough of you. If you have the guts, come fight me. What's the point of bullying a loser?"

The young man sitting in the first row, facing the blackboard with a righteous look on his face, turned around and looked at them unhappily and said.

In an instant, the people who were teasing around stopped smiling and behaved themselves.

"Master, it's the male protagonist. He was born in poverty, is full of justice, and is the mixed-race male protagonist who grew up with the female protagonist!"

"He stood up for you!"

Nan Zhiyi frowned speechlessly.

I really want to say thank you, but it’s not really necessary.

No wonder he is the protagonist of a story that can be tortured for thousands of chapters. What these people say is really hard to describe. It doesn't seem like they are helping others, but more like stabbing them in the back.

No wonder the original owner felt that everyone except the heroine looked down on him and bullied him.

Later, after he found out that he was the heroine's substitute, his only light dimmed, and he turned evil and went against the two of them.

No matter how noisy other people were, Professor Chen just glanced at them indifferently and stared stubbornly at Nan Zhiyi who was sitting there steadily without changing his expression.

"I understand." Nan Zhiyi stood up helplessly, took his textbook and walked towards the playground.

There are not many cultural classes in the college, only a few morning classes a week, and the rest are mostly physical training classes, so there are always sandbags for weight bearing on the playground.

Some are tied to the feet, some are carried on the back, and the weight ranges from ten to one hundred kilograms.

Nan Zhiyi put the book down. Knowing that the original owner was useless, he took a 20-pound sandbag and tried it. He was able to lift it, but it was extremely difficult. Not to mention running, even walking was very strenuous.

There was no other way. In order to avoid straining his legs, he had to settle for the next best thing and get the ten-kilogram weight. He tied ten kilograms on each leg and carried ten kilograms on his back.

Then I recited the book while running. Since I couldn't understand it, I had to rely on rote memorization to deepen my impression.

The first half lap was relatively easy, but it became more and more strenuous as I went on. My chest began to arouse intense pain, and my legs felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds.

My breathing started to become rapid, my brain felt like I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, and my mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

The sandbags were thrown away one by one, but the feeling did not ease much. After running a lap, his eyes went dark and he fell down.

What a weak beauty, it's outrageous, even ordinary people can't compare to her.

This sentence flashed through Nan Zhiyi's mind. She vaguely heard the exclamation of the unfamiliar classmates and then knew nothing.

Nan Zhiyi stared at the familiar pure white ceiling, the familiar smell of medical disinfectant lingering around her nose, and she couldn't help but secretly complain in her heart.

"It's ridiculous, I've never felt weaker.

No, this is the first time I know someone’s physical fitness is so poor, even worse than the sickly people in the second world.

Others cough up blood all the time because they are poisoned, but he is really in such a bad condition that he fainted after just one round."