Poke. Poke.

Damn, that archenemy. purposefully doing all these.

Bidziil clenched his fist and promised himself that in this world, he'd crush that archenemy of his in everything: in sporting activities, education activities, and the business world.

He'll be richer than that jerk. It's just a matter of time. He clenched his fist and gave Inti a disdainful snort.

However, Inti only gave him wicked lips.

Staring at Bidziil, Inti realized that Bidziil hated him a lot. Perhaps it was the cause of that memory loss in this silly person that switched the love Bidziil had for him into hate, or perhaps Bidziil is feigning it to get Inti's attention.

Nevertheless, Inti will stick to the end to watch this silly person's actions.

Although he knew that his actions were going out of line and that he shouldn't give this silly Bidziil any thoughts after the person had promised to stop running after him, he didn't know why he was doing what he was doing.

Besides, teasing this amnesiac Bidziil is fun.

Bidziil stuck to the far end of the chair, so none of him would touch Inti, almost falling, but he'd rather fall to the ground than touch that asshole.

'Alert. Alert. The Male Lead can't be ridiculed.'

'What are you doing in my mind?'

'Preventing host from ridiculing the Male Lead.'

'It's my mind. I'll ridicule whoever I want to ridicule. Quickly scram.'

The incessant notification alert from his phone grabbed his attention. Bidziil frowned, knowing it was undoubtedly related to the forum. He quickly took out his phone from his breast pocket and began to go through the forum.

And that's right, what just happened in the class a few minutes ago is right there in the school forum.

Who's the jobless student doing all this? Bidziil thought and swept a glance at all the students in the class, but none of them looked like suspects. He harrumphed and began to go through it.

'Finally. Finally. Bidziil's change seemed to pay off.

I stopped chasing Inti, and he began to chase me.

Inti: Don't stop chasing me.

Sitting next to Inti: Bidziil's fantasy became a reality after Kendrick took the last position.'

(....) Bidziil. He doesn't even want to read these silly forum posts. Angrily, he placed his phone in his pocket.

Suddenly, Inti began to lean toward him, which made him freeze in his seat. "What... What are you doing?" He stuttered while eyeing Inti, who didn't stop leaning toward him.

However, seeing that person not stopping, he angrily reached out and pushed Inti away.

However, the small-framed Bidziil wasn't able to make Inti budge no matter how much he exerted, which made Inti's lips curl slightly.

Bidziil finally realized how useless this body was and how much of a jerky and powerful muscular body that person had.

"Like what you touch?" Inti's lips curled slightly.

As if! Bidziil harrumphed and stood up, picked up a kerchief, and wiped his fingers before he threw the tissue into the trash can. Yes, Bidziil loathes touching that archenemy of his so much. Inti's brows arched at the sight.

'Alert. 1 point gain.

Total points left over to return to the original world: -69/100,000'

By touching that dreaded asshole, he gained just 1 point? Kidding him!

'Alert. 10 points deducted.

Total points left over to return to the original world: -79/100,000. Host will go mute for 1 hour to balance the world law, or the host can touch the male lead 10 times.

(...) Bidziil. This is pure cheating. By touching Inti, he gained one point. Cursing Inti, he was deducted one point, and... Wait! He's going mute again?

"Can you sit down? Class is starting." The math teacher who had just entered the class gave Bidziil a warning look.

Glaring at Inti, who reached out to pick just a book—yes, all the fuss was just to pick a book—Bidziil finally sat down.

Just one morning, he was already hated by the principal and two teachers. Just beat him!

Inti's lips curled. His eyes darkened, and a wicked smirk flashed past his eyes, but it quickly disappeared as if it never appeared.

Bidziil took out the workbook, and a sincere smile blossomed on his face. As a mathematics genius, he enjoyed anything related to mathematics. Besides, it was one of the equations he enjoyed the most that was being taught, so he was quick to tune everything out and focus on the work on the board.

Bidziil's eyes hurt upon seeing the ugly and disordered handwriting, so he quickly opened another page and began his beautiful writing journey.

Upon remembering that wicked person next to him, his lips curled slightly. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing to transmigrate. If he can't beat Oswald up, he'll beat Inti.

A piece of paper was suddenly thrown toward Bidziil's table. He looked back, and he saw Stark and Kendrick giving him a devilish look.

Having a bad premonition in his mind, he calmly opened the paper.

'It must be heaven sitting next to him, isn't it?' A wink was drawn next to the paper, which made him smack his head in distress. What heaven, huh?

These silly two, why are they sending nonsense notes instead of studying?

Besides, heaven is far from where Inti and Oswald are.

Bidziil quietly turned the paper to the other side, and he carefully wrote in his beautiful handwriting:

'It's simply hell. Focus on your work.' He wrote and carefully closed the paper before he mouthed to the classmate sitting behind him.

"This classmate, can you help me pass it to Kendrick, please?" Bidziil whispered with a fast-beat heart and quickly dumped the paper into the classmate's hand before he turned forward.

CEO BZ is the definition of a perfect student who does nothing but stay attentive in class, pass exams, and be the teacher's favorite, so doing such trouble-causing things made his face and ears red in fright.

However, in less than three minutes after he sent the paper, another paper was thrown on his table. Bidziil glared at the unruly two, but he picked up the paper and opened it to read the content.

'Fuck! You and Inti are so close now that he's helping you write a letter?' they sent, which made his eyes widen in fury.

He quickly bent down and began to write diligently, 'What do you mean? This young master has beautiful writing. Not that nonsense asshole, he wrote.

'Alert. Alert. The male lead can't be ridiculed.'

'Yet to scram?'

'Until I explain the world rules to the host, system can't leave yet.'

Bidziil furrowed his brows and quickly shifted his little notes from Inti's gaze. 'Ahem. I'll listen to that after I leave school. Quickly shelve yourself and don't disturb me.'

Bidziil turned back and gave his notes to that classmate of his.

He had just faced the front when Inti suddenly pulled out his book. "You wrote this?" Inti's brows furrowed as he stared at the beautiful, tiny, and orderly writing compared to the previous Bidziil.

_What? Why? This young master's handwriting is better than yours._ He snapped, only to realize that he was mute. He snatched back his book, resulting in skin contact.

'Alert. Alert. 9 touches or 45 minutes left for the host to regain his speech.'

Bidziil looked around and found no kerchief. He angrily blew on his skin and wiped the place of contact with his uniform in disdain.

"You hate me so?" Inti asked, and Bidziil nodded his head furiously.

_So much. Being with you makes me feel so annoyed and irritated that I wish I could strangle you to death._ Even though he wasn't able to say a thing, Bidziil's angry face was able to channel the words he wanted to say.

As if realizing something, Inti narrowed his eyes and said, "You can't talk? Mute." Inti mocked, which made Bidziil glare at him with a reddened face.

_You're the one who can't talk? Your whole family is the mute one._

'Alert. Alert.'

'Scram.'

Inti suddenly stretched out his hand to poke Bidziil's cheeks.

Bidziil smacked his hand and glared at Inti fiercely. What is this archenemy doing?

(Poke) Stop, you jerk. (Poke) Stop. (Poke). Disgusting (poke) Is there any teacher in this class? (Poke) Where's the justice I deserved? (Poke.)_

It was only after 20 pokes that Inti finally returned to doing what he was doing.

Bidziil was exasperated and angry. Who said Inti doesn't attend to Bidziil? Pure lie! He's simply a bully. Bully! Bidziil needs to return to the world, or else he's going to die soon.

An exhausted Bidziil tiredly fell on the table, panting slightly with his seductive face.

Inti's lips curled slightly at the sight. His eyes narrowed at the realization of something. Interesting.

Bidziil huffed and angrily raised his middle finger at Inti.

The teacher who had just turned back was filled with fury when he saw the rascal lying on the table with no intention of paying attention to his teaching. "Bidziil! How dare you sleep in my class? Since you know too much, come over and solve this equation." The annoyed math teacher yelled, making Bidziil jump in shock.

Bidziil has a sentence to say: Transmigrated to get bullied.