Chapter 8

"talking" (Mc to system) [System]

What should she do if she accidentally had close contact with the villainess?

She's currently burying her face and already dead to society..

Ifia dropped the broken branch she was holding and placed her hands on Amelia's arms, attempting to lift her own body and get some oxygen for herself.

Although Amelia was soft and fragrant, the tumultuous sensation was too much for her to bear!

However, while Ifia was actively trying to "rescue" herself, Amelia, whose hand was originally placed politely on her shoulder, extended it downward. She effortlessly circled Ifia's slender waist, pulling her forward and causing Ifia's efforts to go in vain, making her fall again.

"Cute little bird, we meet again."

Normally, such an offensive move from Ifia would displease nobility, but it seemed that Amelia didn't mind. The fingers that embraced Ifia's slender waist gently caressed, and as she lowered her head to look at the petite Ifia trapped in her arms, the adorable ears gradually turned red, resembling strawberries delicately placed on a refined cake.

I wonder if they taste sweet?

Thinking about it, her purple eyes gradually deepened, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth carried a hint of excitement.

'Meow!'

The piercing cat cry interrupted Amelia's thoughts. She looked at Asmodeus, who was reveling in his victory, shaking his tail. A humanized lascivious and evil expression appeared on his cat face, and his orange-yellow beast pupils suddenly became as glaring as fresh blood.

Stupid creature.

Amelia's smile gradually disappeared, and a deep red flashed in her purple eyes.

The next moment, Asmodeus seemed to have been kicked hard by someone. The ensuing cry was exceptionally miserable, and the cat ears flattened against his head, tail between his legs. In an instant, he turned into a black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"Amelia, please let go first, I can't breathe!"

Although the cat's cry was piercing, Ifia's situation was even worse.

In the haste, she forgot the etiquette of speaking to nobility and directly shouted Amelia's name. This amused Amelia, who chuckled a few times, and she released her grip on Ifia while ensuring she stood firm.

Regaining her freedom, Ifia took a few deep breaths, finally coming back to life. She looked at Amelia with a hint of fear, realizing for the first time the formidable power of a girl's chest!

Nevertheless, it was indeed soft, like a marshmallow.

"Do you know my name? That's not fair! Cute little bird, what's your name?"

Amelia reached out to tuck Ifia's black strands scattered in front of her behind her ear, gently inquiring. This left Ifia momentarily stunned. After careful consideration, she realized they hadn't exchanged names. She knew Amelia's name only because of the system's reminder.

Awkward.

No wonder Amelia always called her "little bird."

This won't do. If Ifia wants to become best friends with Amelia in the future, she needs a good start.

Thinking about this, Ifia's small face became serious, and her black eyes were filled with sincerity as she spoke, "I'm Ifia, 16 years old, a freshman who just enrolled at Pulis Academy."

"I'm Barlen Amelia, 17 years old, a senior at Pulis Academy."

Seeing Ifia being so serious, Amelia didn't respond casually either. She extended her hand, gracefully bowed at the waist, and lifted her snowy white neck, displaying a beautiful and elegant noble gesture.

After exchanging names, the atmosphere immediately lightened.

The embarrassing incident that almost suffocated them need not be mentioned again, and Amelia showed no intention of pursuing it.

Previously, Ifia couldn't reveal herself to avoid trouble. Now that it was no longer a concern, it was the perfect opportunity to extract some important information to facilitate the plan of getting close to the villainess and becoming her friend!

There was no relying on the useless system, Ifia had to put in the effort herself.

"Amelia, do you know which clubs at Pulis Academy are better? During the enrollment today, the mentors required us to join a club to enrich our extracurricular activities, but there are too many types to choose from."

Amelia, leading Ifia away from the short thicket, reached a white bench by the roadside after a few steps.

Ifia intentionally brought up the topic, wanting to find out which club Amelia belonged to. Since they couldn't be in the same class, being in the same club would work just as well.

It would provide ample time to spend together and build their friendship!

She's really clever!

Upon hearing Ifia's inquiry, Amelia, after a brief consideration, quickly provided an answer, "Ifia, you might not know this just arriving at Pulis Academy, but the clubs here have strict requirements, and it's not as simple as signing up and freely choosing."

As she spoke, Amelia led Ifia to sit down, patiently explaining to her.

"For example, the choir requires a melodious voice, familiarity with melodies and various instruments. The fencing club requires at least five years of training experience, and members of the translation society must master three or more languages…"

Listening to this, Ifia felt at a loss.

Were the clubs at Pulis Academy so demanding?

As someone who was only good at being useless, she didn't know anything.

Perhaps seeing Ifia's disbelief and frustration, Amelia consoled and advised, "Participating in club activities will earn you additional credits. Some students with poor academic performance use this to gather the necessary credits for graduation. Starting this year, Pulis Academy also mandates students to join clubs to increase the total credit amount."

Hearing Amelia's words, Ifia felt even more disheartened.

Why was she so unlucky?!

To top it off, there were new regulations this year.

Joining a club is a strict rule, and when I met the mentor today, he deliberately reminded me… if you don't join a club within a month, you'll be expelled from Pris Academy.

So, what should I do now???

At this moment, Ifia has forgotten about the task. She just wants to join a club smoothly and avoid expulsion.

With her focus shifted, Ifia widened her eyes and looked at Amelia. Her expectant expression was like that of an angel rescuing her from a crisis: "Amelia, are there any clubs with low requirements?"

Ifia was aware of her capabilities. She knew she couldn't enter clubs that required professional skills and experience. However, not being able to enter a club was a real talent, and she could use connections!

Amelia, such a formidable ally, was right in front of her!

"Clubs with low requirements, huh…"

Amelia looked at Ifia sitting beside her with an expectant expression. The adorable face with fair and tender skin made her unable to resist reaching out to pinch the soft cheek.

Even through the layer of white satin gloves, the sensation wasn't very clear, but it was still apparent that the touch was good.

When Ifia pouted unhappily, Amelia didn't continue teasing her.

"I'm part of the Art Club, which is currently recruiting. The president mentioned that there would be some special enrollment rules this year."

The most successful hunters are masters of disguise.

Amelia looked at Ifia, who was smiling brightly upon hearing this news, and her mood was also very pleasant. After all, a chosen new toy should be kept close.