Transmigrating Into A Villain

So her name was Yana.

"Yana, why do you keep looking at me? Is there anything on my face?" Alina asked deliberately in bewilderment.

Yana's eyes were wide with shock. She and Alaina had been desk mates for nearly half a semester. But to be honest, they were not familiar with each other. They always called each other by the full name.

"No, no, no!" She denied it with a stare, without knowing whether to deny that she didn't peep or that there was nothing on Alina's face.

Yana's eyes were clear, though she was a little haughty. Alina could tell at a glance that she was a simple girl.

"Why do my classmates always look at me in a strange way?" Alina asked, moving closer to Yana.

No matter in class 125 or class 126, they were looking at her in a strange way. Although she didn't care about it very much, she felt bad if she was the only one left in the dark.

Then Yana distanced herself from Alina. She snorted with contempt, "Don't you know it?"

Alina was speechless... She just didn't know, so she wasn't ashamed to ask.

At this moment, the morning bell rang... There was a twenty-minute morning reading period before the first class. The class would begin after the morning reading.

After the bell just rang, two tall and thin boy students staggered in from the front door, with their hands in pockets.

These two guys seemed to feel good about themselves. After glancing at them, Alina looked away immediately.

But she didn't know if it was her illusion or not. The guy in front seemed to give her a look.

'It must be my illusion. The guy's seat must be in my direction.'

At this thought, Alina quickly looked around the classroom and found that there were two vacant seats in the seventh and eighth rows of the third group.

Sure enough, she sneered at herself for being suspicious.

Alina opened a book to read. The articles were relatively simple for her who graduated from the university. But she had difficulty in writing. After all, after graduation, she never wrote an article.

So she decided to study hard again and picked up what she had forgotten.

She took out a new notebook. When she was preparing to take notes, she suddenly felt a shadow around her.

Alina paused and turned her head. Wasn't this the guy who just walked in front?

The boy was handsome. His hair was long, with bangs half covering his eyebrows, and he wore a silver stud in one ear. He put one hand in his pocket, lifted the corner of his mouth and gave Alina a vicious look.

The boy's behavior soon attracted the attention of all the students in the class, and they were excited to watch them.

Sitting on the chair, Alina looked up at the boy and asked calmly, "What's up?"

Perhaps her tone was too calm, and her expression was too cold. The boy was stunned for a moment, but soon he returned to normal. He picked out a light blue letter from his pocket, and threw it on her desk in disgust. He said haughtily, "Take back your love letter!"

The boy's voice was not loud, but it caused a commotion in the whole classroom. Yana looked at the love letter, and then at her desk mate. Her eyes widened in shock.

For a moment, Alina didn't know what to say. Although she hadn't done anything wrong, she was Alaina now. In others' eyes, she was a bad girl.

forced a very embarrassing smile and

choice. She couldn't weep with her face covered or die of shame.

him giving back the love letter to the girl in front of all his classmates, but he didn't expect it to be like

There was no embarrassment,

turned around and left arrogantly.

that Alina was treated like this, the classmates thought that she would definitely be ashamed and resentful, and that she would even run out of the classroom crying awkwardly.

whole classroom. But soon, they

bell rang... This was the second ring for morning reading. Whoever entered the classroom after the bell rang would be

opened the light blue envelope and took out the letter.

back into the desk and looked at the door.

short hair walked to the platform from the door. After he stood still, he smiled and looked around the classroom. He made some dry coughs and said, "Good morning, class. There is more than a week left before the monthly exam. You must take your time

Jason Su, who was a postgraduate. Class 126 was the first class he was in charge of.

take the teacher's words seriously.

of them were impatient and complained about

sitting in the first two rows, were reading books attentively.

High School always ranked the students according to their grades. Seats were also arranged according to grades. The students with low grades sat in the back.

that. In her memory, seats

more than one week left before the exam, Alina concentrated on the book

on a second thought. As she found that

focused on something. Alina felt

Thursday and the first lesson was math.

Su was teaching math. He was an old man in his fifties. He wore

was known as

forgotten most of the formulas, she understood them at once when

was time

on the blackboard. "Any volunteers? ... If no volunteer, I will

eye contact with their teacher. They prayed

about what they had learned today. Alina wrote them down and worked them out on

took a glance at the

Yana heard her name, she was depressed. She cast a hateful glance at the thin man on the platform and stood

the wall. Alina must move

Alina immediately moved the chair to make way

written on it.

steps and the final answer according to

girl chose the question in the middle. After thinking for a while,

He didn't

glanced at the boy through his glasses and said, "All right. You may leave

the chalk and ran as

let's see how these three students are doing? Did they get them right?" Mr. Su knocked on the blackboard and looked at

peeked at Alina. She didn't know whether her answer was right or not since she copied the answer on

two steps skipped. I'm afraid

some of the students looked at

the teacher, Yana pursed her lips and peeped at Alina. Alina felt her eyes and responded with

second question, all the previous steps are correct. But there are mistakes in the last step, so

"For the third question..."