The Spoon Villain Is Obsessed with the Hero Again Today - Chapter 64



The Man Who Doesn’t Believe in God (1)

No matter how much I was hospitalized, I couldn’t avoid the exams.

For classes, I could just submit the related documents, but exams were different. If I wasn’t present on the day, I would get a zero regardless of the circumstances.

Since I didn’t have any accumulated scores, if I got a zero on this quiz, it was almost certain that I would have to retake the course. To avoid retaking the course, I had to take the exam whether I liked it or not.

In the end, I dragged my sick body to the classroom.

“So when Marbas spewed fire, a spoon appeared and blocked it!”

“Wow, really?”

It had been a while since I came to the classroom. The first thing I noticed was the tattooed guy sitting far away. The tattoo on his neck and his ugly face were the same as always.

The tattooed guy was bragging to some freshmen he had never seen before.

“Thanks to that spoon buying us time, the reinforcements arrived just in time!”

“Wow… In a way, that spoon saved everyone, didn’t it?”

“You could say that! By the way, the owner of that spoon is my best friend!”

“No way… Really…? You know him…?”

It turned out he was using my name to attract the attention of the freshmen. He was boasting as if he had achieved something great.

What kind of guy is this?

I quickly went to where the tattooed guy was.

“Are you talking about me?”

“Oh, Spoon! Just in time!”

Even when I appeared, the tattooed guy wasn’t flustered at all. Instead, he greeted me warmly and put his arm around my shoulder.

As if he was showing off to others how close we were.

“These are the first-year rookies. They’re your juniors too.”

The tattooed guy pointed to the first-year students in front of him. They were all part of the same combat unit. There were about three of them.

“Hello! Senior!”

The three of them bowed at a 90-degree angle simultaneously, as if they had planned it.

What is this, some kind of gangster gathering in the middle of the classroom? My face was burning with embarrassment.

“We were just hearing about your recent exploits, Senior! We were amazed to hear that you defeated an A-rank monster!”

“No, it wasn’t much. I just managed to block one attack…”

“I aspire to become an excellent awakened one like you someday, Senior!”

It seemed like they couldn’t hear me at all. They were too busy looking at me with sparkling eyes. All three of them.

Well, it made sense. They were first-years with no real combat experience. They hadn’t even encountered a D-rank monster, let alone an A-rank one. It was natural for them to look up to me.

There aren’t many C-rank awakened ones who would take on an A-rank monster.

“….”

But how did the conversation end up here?

I had just come to the classroom to take a pop quiz.

Why was I casually chatting with juniors I didn’t even know?

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“Hehe. Don’t forget, guys. I’m the best friend of this spoon.”

Right. It was all because of this tattooed guy.

He dragged me here by selling me out.

He wanted to show off in front of the juniors by mentioning me.

I’ve never experienced anything so absurd in my life.

*

The name of the pop quiz I took this time was , one of the mandatory liberal arts courses. Since the class didn’t separate students by year, first-years were mixed in the classroom.

That’s why I was able to talk to the juniors for a bit earlier.

Anyway.

I finished the pop quiz without any issues. It was all thanks to the notes Arna brought me. Even without attending the lectures, the notes alone were enough to solve the problems.

As expected of Arna. I’ll have to ask to borrow her notes again during the final exam period.

For all subjects.

─Good job on the test, everyone.

The instructor on the podium wrapped up the test papers and gave a closing remark.

“Do you know that there will be a practical evaluation next week?”

Following the pop quiz, a practical evaluation awaits next week. After all, the course title is “Theory and Practice of Strategy and Tactics.”

If this time we had a theory-related exam, then naturally, a practical exam would follow.

It makes me wonder if we really need to go this far, even though it’s not a midterm or final exam. It feels tougher than my major. It’s a moment when I start to doubt if this is really a general education course.

“As I mentioned during the orientation on the first day, the practical evaluation will be conducted in pairs, so make sure to form a team. Otherwise, you will receive a zero. Understood?”

It was similar to the combat ability measurement we did during the last physical fitness test. A team engages in a mock battle according to the given situation.

The scores are based on the performance shown there. That’s how this practical evaluation works.

“Then, let’s meet at the outdoor training ground next week.”

With those words, the instructor left the room with the test papers in hand. Soon, the quiet classroom started to buzz like a marketplace.

Everyone began looking for a partner.

“Hey, you haven’t found a team yet, right? Want to team up with me this time?”

“No. You’re much stronger than me. I know you’re just trying to stand out on your own.”

This mock battle is ultimately a battle for evaluation purposes. While the team’s victory is important, what’s more important is individual performance. After all, it’s an exam, and we need to earn points.

So most students didn’t want to team up with someone stronger than themselves. Their own performance might get overshadowed.

“Hey, Spoon. It looks like you haven’t found a partner yet. This big brother will team up with you… Hey! Where are you going!”

Taking advantage of that, Tattoo Guy was the first to approach me. But I lightly ignored his words and stood up.

For the record, unlike other students, I have no ambition for this practical evaluation. As long as I can reach the cutoff line, that’s enough. The specific minimum passing criterion was winning the mock battle.

What I need to do now is not to find a weaker student, but rather a much stronger one. I needed a partner who could easily win on their own, even without me.

I was on my way to find such a student.

It was Arna. For this practical evaluation, I plan to ride Arna’s bus.

“Hey, Big Boobs Monster, can we talk for a moment?”

“…”

She kept her mouth shut.

“Are you not even going to answer when someone calls you?”

“Why. What is it this time?”

Arna reluctantly opened her mouth. Her voice was very sharp.

I could tell she was really upset.

“What’s got you so angry? Did you ego search before the exam or something?”

“I didn’t do anything like that!”

Hmph!

Arna now turned her head sharply. It seemed she was angry with me.

Did I do something recently? I hadn’t particularly bothered her or anything. I was focused on treatment.

If there was anything that might have upset Arna…

“Could it be because we didn’t eat together last time?”

“…!”

Arna’s body flinched. It seemed I hit the mark. The disappointment from that time hadn’t faded yet.

“Seriously. Getting upset over something like that. You’re not a child.”

“I-It’s not because of that…!”

“Got it. When you’re discharged, let’s have a meal together. My treat.”

“I told you it’s not that…!”

She was shouting that it wasn’t, but her body wasn’t following her words. Her face was red, and she was yelling loudly. If it really wasn’t that, she wouldn’t have reacted this way from the start.

In a way, Arna was a very easy person to understand.

“Anyway.”

Having somewhat calmed Arna down, it was time to get to the main point. I handed her the notebook I borrowed last time and asked,

“Have you found a partner?”

“What? A partner? Are you talking about the practical evaluation?”

I nodded.

Then Arna smirked and said,

“Hmph, you still haven’t found a partner? You’re really a pitiful person.”

Arna laughed at me. It was frustrating, but there was no choice. To get on the bus named Arna, this level of humiliation was something I had to endure.

This time, I had no choice but to bow to Arna.

“But what should I do? I’ve already found a partner.”

“What.”

I was surprised and stuck my head out.

She already found a team member? Who on earth took Arna? Don’t they care about their own score? When the evaluation starts, they’ll definitely get a low score because of Arna.

Is there someone else with the mindset that just passing the minimum score is enough, like me?

If that’s true, they’re really an arrogant person. Thinking only about getting carried by others. They’re still wet behind the ears and full of greed.

“So who did you team up with?”

“Me.”

At that moment, a woman’s voice came from behind. A voice I had heard a few times.

For reference, I wasn’t particularly pleased. Because the voice reeked of a foul smell.

A stench that pierced the nose, like a filthy rag.

“Baek Juhee….”

“Sorry about this. It seems I’ll be taking Arna with me.”

Baek Juhee stood next to Arna, flauntingly. And she hugged Arna’s waist tightly. It was to provoke me.

“….”

What on earth is this situation?

My Arna, my protagonist… falling into the hands of such a filthy rag. Were they close enough to form a team? When did they become so friendly?

I can’t accept this. I can’t let Arna be taken away like this. Especially not to Baek Juhee, who reeks of a rotten rag.

My protagonist is someone I must protect.

I reached out confidently towards Baek Juhee.

“Baek Juhee, I challenge you to a duel. Let’s duel for Arna.”

“It’s not a duel, it’s a test match, you idiot!”

Same difference.

I quickly thrust my hand into my pocket. To pull out my weapon, a spoon.

“Ah.”

But my hand stopped midway. A crucial fact flashed through my mind.

I had forgotten.

My spoon was broken.