Summary
The poor student in our class was the snake villain.
He was gloomy all day, and nobody talked to him.
Except me.
When mice turned up in the equipment room, I rubbed my hands together and asked him, “Could you come to the equipment room with me and keep the mice in line?”
He blinked. “Okay.”
When my childhood friend’s admirers cornered me, I spotted him and blurted out, “Quick, hiss at them and scare them off! I’ll buy you milk tea!”
“Hiss,” he went.
The floating comments lost it.
[Hahaha, the supporting girl is treating the villain like her Demon King bodyguard.]
[You have to admit, the villain does what he’s told.]