"So.. what's your name?"
With how aimlessly they were walking around, Arel finally decides to ask the question that's been stuck in the corner of his mind. He's well aware it's that kid, unfortunately, but he's very unaware of the student's identity.
Speaking of which, the ex-colonel does feel like he's seen this loser back in the future..
"Can't you see my name tag? Gah. It's lord Aizen for you."
The blue-haired, now admitted himself as Aizen, furrows his brows. He stuck a hand to his hip as he stared at Arel. His darker blue, holy shit is all of him just blue? Uh. His darker blue eyes shot to the older's back before sucking in his breath, almost like holding a snort.
Arel totally felt it. At that moment. They both mutually agreed that the other is a loser. Fuck. Why is this kid holding his laugh?
"What, like Aizen from Bl*ach? Let me guess, you're a brunette too. With glasses. Like the weeb you are."
Arel replied, sighing at the student in front of him, who just shrugs.
Of course the guy has the art of tuning all the haters out, doesn't he?
Ding.
Ugh.
He doesn't give a damn right now. Who cares about this stupid kid? Money driven ass..-
[Stats check available for :
[This is a limited time event. Once away, the target will no longer be available for checking.]
Ah, right. The system..
Who cares! Sorry General, but Arel isn't going to check this kid's ability out!
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[Target113
HP : 10000
ATK : 1000
DEF : 12000
SPD : 3000
…view more
Despite the fact that Arel ends up biting his own ass, he has the materials needed to own Aizen in a fight. Weak dick.
Ah, as in, as. Aizen's the weak dick, not. not Arel.
Dang.
However, there's this new thing that does bother him, hidden inside that 'view more' option.
Considering how the devil, Aizen, was busy checking out a nearby booth, Arel immediately reaches out to click on the option. He would probably look insane, so he pretends to catch a rogue mosquito. Ah, just like old..
Old times..?
Has he done this before?
…
Shaking his head to get his bearings, he looks at the extra information.
CASH : 4,800,000 RY (Rupyah)
…
Right now? At this moment? Inside that kid's wallet? No wonder he practically oozed money in that tight ass school uniform.
[Extra information: 4.8 Million RY is enough to buy a limited edition VIP concert ticket with a direct hangout with an artist.]
Wait, that meant Arel just let Aizen rip him off! His 200,000 RY partially funded this capitalist! Hell, the monthly pay for being a teacher is.. 5.2 Million…
Maybe Arel should've been born into a super rich family. He'd probably be able to avoid that war.
Fuck. Whatever.
"Aizen."
"Hm? Hey. I said it's lord Aizen!"
Gritting his teeth, Arel bit back a punch.
"Fine. Lord Aizen, what's the next activity?"
"Oh~ I don't know, Arel~"
This kid… Always trailing on to piss the new teacher off.
"You didn't check your email, didcha?"
Oh. Right.
Emails are still relevant now. 6 years of constantly fighting to survive really throws away all 'common sense'.
Like, yeah, he submitted his email for the job application, but it never really clicked inside his mind that it's the way to communicate. Plus, his application confirmation was through ThatsApp, something like..
'Congratulations! You've won a spot to teach at Haliben High!'
That sounds like a scam, now that he thinks about it.
Well. To be fair, he's been unemployed ever since he graduated. All applications denied, friendships denied, romance denied..
Arel groans, turning his back to Aizen to open his phone to check his, thankfully still logged in account and view his inbox. The email from Haliben's Head of School being the first that caught his eyes.
"Haa, you are far too readable, disciple Arel.."
Aizen rubs the bridge of his nose, still looking constipated from trying not to laugh. And he's also teasing Arel. Good god, why is such a student here..
"Since you're probably slow in reading, I'll tell it to ya quick and short."
"Just get Choi Yusol here. Get out of my sight."
"Aww, but our president isn't available~"
Fuck you, and your generations to come. Hell, your parents too. Arel's inner turmoil decides to speak.
Obviously preparing an expositional speech, the stupid kid puts on his best speech face. Oh god, that's ugly.
"Today's agenda is just an introduction to the clubs and also an assembly. Tomorrow is the first day of learning, so you'll be doing your job as a substitute. You do know you're substituting as homeroom and also club supervisor, right?"
"..Yes."
"Okay, that settles it, then."