I Don’t Want to be a Villainess

Did you know? The homeroom teacher in my class with Yoo Ha-neul is bald. Apparently, he was a famous teacher at some academy before, but honestly, to me, who has never experienced online lectures in this world, he just looks like a potbellied uncle who has given up on life. He also insisted that Yoo Ha-neul solve math problems over and over during the first period.

And there was a small ladder in the school storage. Surprisingly, the storage was unlocked. Maybe they thought there was no reason for rich students to steal anything? Then again, there were a few CCTVs around the storage, so they probably didn’t feel the need to lock the door.

Am I being treated like a transparent person by those CCTVs? I think that’s the case. So, I boldly entered the storage and walked out with the ladder. Well, it’s more accurate to say I just walked out with it in plain sight rather than stealing it.

Originally, I was just checking for spare chairs, but this works out nicely. The school chairs can’t be folded. Plus, carrying it around in Ye Sara’s body was a bit heavy. On the other hand, the ladder could be carried around fairly easily since it can be folded. It may be heavy, but it didn’t look as awkward as carrying a chair.

Having found the small ladder, I wandered around the classroom looking for the homeroom teacher during class.

Not long after, I spotted him outside the window, the light of the sun sparkling off his shiny bald head.

Having fully realized that nobody was reacting to my various antics over the past two periods, I confidently barged through the classroom’s front door.

The teacher, who had been writing something on the blackboard, jumped in surprise and looked at me.

And his face turned pale.

Yeah, considering how I treated him that first period, it’s only natural he’d make that face.

But what can you do? There’s still plenty of time to crush this teaching authority.

No, should I call it human rights?

Ignoring someone is a denial of their personality. Yet, an adult—someone who is supposed to be a teacher—was committing that against a student.

Does such a person even need authority or rights in education?

I trudged over and leaned the ladder against the teacher’s desk.

Then, I climbed up the ladder.

Even though Ye Sara is quite small compared to the average male height, climbing up this ladder let me see that shiny head right in front of me.

As the teacher looked up at me, his expression seemed to say, “What on earth are you planning to do?”

I pulled out another item I had grabbed from the storage.

It was a spray bottle.

Used for watering plants or cleaning when filled with detergent.

Of course, it was filled with regular tap water since I intended to spray it on a person.

And just like that, I sprayed the bottle right on top of the teacher’s head.

“Grow, grow~”

Singing a melody completely out of tune while spraying him.

!!!!!!

Above the heads of the students sitting in class, a gigantic invisible question mark arose. At least, that’s how it appeared to me.

Even if there weren’t many kids actually paying attention in class, drenching a teacher’s head with water, especially in a country where Confucianism is the foundation of life, is unthinkable. Not to mention making fun of a teacher’s baldness!

After all, these teachers still grade students and give out scores. To maintain even the minimum score to get into college, there must be at least a bit of courtesy observed.

Of course, I didn’t have to care about that. It’s not like I’m a visible person anyway.

But I couldn’t just pretend to clear away the ladder either.

While ignoring me is one thing, tormenting me or provoking me is a completely different story.

One thing I was sure of while reading Ye Sara’s memoirs is that no matter what she did, the surrounding people consistently ignored her. There was never any description of anyone trying to physically restrain her or exert force against her.

That implies that there was some kind of signal indicating this situation. Even though subduing an elementary school student would be simple, it simply wasn’t done.

The Chairwoman was extremely wary of showing any interest in Ye Sara, but on the contrary, she was very careful about what Ye Sara might do too.

So, as long as I’m on this ladder, and as long as I can’t avoid the risk of falling or injuring myself while moving it along with me, there isn’t a person in this classroom that can get rid of this ladder.

Some of the students in the front row were trembling and shaking. Given their bent-over heads, they were desperately trying to hold back laughter.

Surprisingly, while the teacher’s face was flushed red, he continued the lesson.

It was truly a remarkable sense of duty.

… No, wait, thinking about how he ignored a student, perhaps that’s not quite a sense of duty either.

Right now, at this moment, he’s still ignoring me.

Well, let’s see how long he can keep doing that so neatly.

*

In the end, the teacher exhibited remarkable patience and successfully ignored me until the end. But the students were not the same. Although no one burst into laughter, there were students clutching their stomachs, gasping for air.

I made sure the water I sprayed didn’t splash onto the students’ side, even while spraying. I didn’t plan to display my presence too aggressively, but I also didn’t intend to create total antagonism.

While the original Ye Sara wreaked havoc destroying everything and ended up becoming a public enemy with not even a shred of sympathy, that’s not who I am in this world.

I will make it so that they can’t ignore me, but at the same time, they can’t mess with me carelessly.

And for that to happen, I needed at least a minimum ally—someone who looks at me ‘positively’.

… I wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of having to put in at least minimal effort to get on the good side of the people who participated in abusing Ye Sara over the last few years, but if that’s the logic, I’d have to exclude Lee Soo-ah too. After all, Lee Soo-ah had ultimately been a child who changed her mind at the last minute and became my ally.

As long as they’re a kid who can acknowledge their mistakes and show regret, I’d consider bringing them into my camp at any time.

Knowing that, or perhaps wanting to escape from me at all costs, the teacher moved among the students. Naturally, I couldn’t spray water during that. Plus, since I was on the ladder, it was challenging to follow while maintaining that height.

However, I did anticipate him trying to escape.

I pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket, quickly came down the ladder, and chased after the teacher from behind.

Though there was a height difference between us, I could just barely touch his head with my arm stretched out.

Quickly sticking to the back of the teacher, I rubbed his head with the handkerchief while saying, “Gotta scrub it squeaky clean!”

!!!!!!

Once again, an invisible question mark rose above the heads of the surrounding students. I could see one child visibly straining their lower abdomen.

Everyone was trying hard to ignore me.

Though the teacher hurriedly ran away from me, it was still just a classroom. I quickly chased after him.

In truth, well…

The teacher ended up ignoring me throughout the class, but I wonder if I could really call this true ignorance. After all, he ran away from me like crazy, didn’t he?

At this point, I can confidently say today has been a perfect success for a first day.

I left the classroom with the teacher drenched like a rat caught in the rain and the ladder left by the teacher’s desk. The class was almost coming to an end. It was time to return to Yoo Ha-neul.

As for cleaning up the classroom…

Well… wouldn’t those who are ‘visible’ handle it just fine?

*

Thus, the third class period came to an end.

“Are you going again?”

Just before the end of the class, I returned cautiously, and as soon as the break began, Yoo Ha-neul asked me. Since it was now the fourth period, if I skipped this class too, that’d mean I missed the whole morning session. Sure, I had to check attendance, but what Yoo Ha-neul worried about was probably my grades.

No, rather than grades, she might be more worried about my responsibilities as a student. After all, Yoo Ha-neul was the diligent main character.

“Yeah. I still have things to do.”

That’s right. There are still things that need doing.

I was going to go to Lee Soo-ah’s class, make Lee Soo-ah and her classmates laugh, and while at it, interrupt their lesson too.

I tracked down the homeroom teacher who had indirectly antagonized Yoo Ha-neul in the morning and brought him humiliation.

Yet still, one last thing remains.

“I’ll be back before class ends, so don’t worry.”

“No, I’m not worried about that…”

But Yoo Ha-neul didn’t stop me any further. She probably realized how determined I was.

I saw the next teacher come into the classroom, looking extremely tense, and after giving Yoo Ha-neul a slight smile, I immediately left the classroom.

*

The place I went this time wasn’t another classroom. Instead, I intended to look for something I had originally meant to find.

Someone from outside who had been helping Ye Sara.

Of course, I didn’t think that person would be at school immediately. But at the very least, I hoped they would have a means to contact Ye Sara. Naturally, since the locations of middle school and high school are different and I didn’t even know how to contact anyone, the chances of actually finding them were almost nonexistent.

However, if it’s been quite a while since I lost contact, wouldn’t they try to find a way to reach me somehow?

If they find out I’m alone, wouldn’t they approach me first?

I was hanging my hopes on that somewhat futile possibility.

Well, at any rate, if Ye Sara had contacted someone while I was away, wouldn’t they set up something like a direct line to that person at the high school?

And this thought of mine—

“Ye Sara?”

Seems like it hit the mark.

While diligently exploring the school grounds, I ended up outside the building, but then found myself at the park within the school premises, discovering an adult woman sitting on a bench.

And as soon as she saw my face, the woman stood up with a bright expression and approached me.

She looked quite young, dressed in a feminine suit, with a thin coat draped on top. Her hair was neatly tied back in a bun. She looked exactly like a “I’m a company worker” type, which seemed a bit out of place in a school setting.

… No, wait, first of all, how can someone who looks like an outsider even enter the school?

Placing her hand on her chest, she exaggeratedly sighed with relief and said, “Ah, I really thought we were in big trouble. I thought the client had completely cut ties with us.”

“…”

It seems like this is the ‘outsider’ I was looking for.

It appears that I might be onto something…

…….

Did I just find this a bit too easily?

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