MTLNOVEL Chapter 60: Chapter 57
Although Yuna hated responsibility, she was the type of person who, even if she disliked it, would still try her best to fulfill it once it fell on her shoulders. After a night's rest, she reluctantly pulled herself together. Still half in disbelief that the class rep position had landed on her, she began racking her brain for ways to lead her class effectively.
She wasn't an idiot, and as someone who had always been full of thoughts and imagination, she jotted down notes on how she could help her classmates earn more points.
When she entered the classroom, she didn't hesitate, walking straight to the podium. With a firm knock on the desk, she drew attention to herself. The reaction was mixed—some ignored her, some scoffed, while others glanced up in curiosity. But Yuna remained unbothered. She had no intention of begging for their cooperation. She would do her part; whether or not they did theirs was up to them.
She gestured for Celestia to distribute a stack of papers among the students. It was a questionnaire, asking for basic details—name, age, abilities, favorite foods, hobbies, and interests. Predictably, some students resisted. A few openly frowned, while others hesitated, eyeing the forms with suspicion.
But Yuna wasn't impatient. With a calm yet authoritative tone, she spoke, her voice carrying a weight that silenced the murmurs.
"I don't like being the class rep either," she said plainly. "But here we are. Nothing will change that now."
Her words were neither emotional nor forceful, yet there was an unmistakable certainty in them. She didn't complain, nor did she try to win their favor. She simply stated facts—facts they couldn't deny.
"The way you fill out this form will determine your future arrangements. If you refuse and end up in an unfavorable situation, you'll have no one to blame but yourself. It's not like you have any other choice, so you might as well cooperate and take advantage of the situation."
She folded her arms and gazed at them—not with irritation, nor frustration, but with the patience of someone who had dealt with difficult, stubborn children before.
In truth, she wasn't looking at them as classmates. She was looking at them as younger relatives—like the troublesome cousins, nieces, and nephews she had once guided in her past life. And without realizing it, she exuded that same quiet authority, the unshakable confidence of an adult who had seen more of the world than they had.
Adults are always good at pretending in front of younger generations.
She wasn't forcing them. She wasn't begging them. She was giving them an option, but in such a way that made them realize there was only one logical choice.
Her indifferent yet commanding presence, combined with the casual dominance she naturally exuded, left an undeniable impact. It was a stark contrast to her usual mellow, go-with-the-flow attitude. She didn't even need to demand their obedience—her steady, level-headed approach made them unconsciously acknowledge her authority.
One by one, her classmates wavered. Some lowered their heads, realizing the truth in her words. Others, who had initially scoffed, now hesitated, their expressions uncertain. It was as if they had just realized that Yuna was different from them—not in a way that made her unapproachable, but in a way that made her undeniably reliable.
...or so how she used to display herself in front of outsiders in her past life.
And so, with a mix of reluctant acceptance and quiet admiration, they filled out the forms. Most students follows the majority, after all, people have sheep mentality.
Yuna, unaware of the impression she had left, simply felt relieved that they had obediently complied.
There was no use in complaining. Yuna, once an adult in her past life, didn't panic. Instead, she numbly accepted the responsibility, just like she had once faced the exhausting grind of society. Being a class rep wasn't as bad as dealing with workplace politics, clueless superiors, or customers who asked the same dumb questions over and over again.
Compared to all that nonsense, dealing with a bunch of stinky brats? Pfft.
She could handle this. ᕙ( ~ . ~ )ᕗ
After collecting the filled-out forms, Yuna stacked them neatly on her desk, satisfied that her first task as class rep was done. Just as she settled into her seat, the classroom door swung open.
Professor Veyne walked in, punctual as always—never a second early, never a second late. It was as if he had a built-in timer for dramatic effect.
"The next lesson," Professor Veyne announced in his usual commanding voice, "is 'Enhancement.'"
Yuna, who had been sitting with her back straight, posture steady, and aura exuding responsibility just moments ago… shriveled.
Her previously sharp, determined gaze turned dull. Her spine curved, and her whole body seemed to deflate like a balloon with a slow leak.
She went from 'Reliable Class Rep' to 'Boneless Sloth' in the span of two seconds.
Ah, crap. Studying. (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
She didn't like studying. She had already studied for years in her past life. She had suffered through exams, endured lectures, and fought through endless waves of meaningless memorization. And now? She had to do it all over again?!
Her once mature, composed demeanor crumbled as she slumped against her desk.
Life was unfair.
Her classmates blinked at the sudden transformation. Was this the same person who had just been talking so confidently about leadership and responsibility?
One student nudged another. "Oi, look at her."
"I know, right?" another whispered back. "Just a second ago, she looked like she had everything under control."
"Now she looks like a grandma who just realized she has to wake up at five in the morning to babysit a bunch of kids."
As a class rep, Yuna who has never garnered much attention started to become one of the focal in the class.
Yuna ignored them, mourning the loss of her brief period of competence.
Professor Veyne had already begun his lecture, his voice a steady rhythm in the background. Yuna stared at the board with lifeless eyes, feeling every word go in one ear and out the other.
She sighed dramatically, looking out the window like a tragic heroine trapped in a cruel fate.
Maybe she should have fought harder against being the class rep.
Too late now.
Celestia, sitting beside her, tried to stifle a laugh but failed miserably. "Yuna, pull yourself together," she whispered, nudging her with an elbow.
Yuna let out a long sigh, resting her cheek against her hand. "I already died once," she muttered. "Why do I have to suffer through school again?"
Celestia couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.
Meanwhile, Professor Veyne paused mid-lecture, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Something funny?"
Yuna straightened her back immediately. "Nope."
The moment the professor's attention shifted away, she slumped again.
She just had to endure.
Just like before.
...But ugh, did it have to be studying? She didn't to have much talent in runes anyway. Why bother learning? (╯︵╰,)