The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

Dark looked at the envelope in Eudora's hand with some embarrassment.

It was not like he had never rejected anyone before.

But rejecting a little girl in public was actually quite hurtful.

The female seniors on the other side seemed to think that they could give the junior courage by posing like this, but in fact, once she was rejected, it would only be more embarrassing.

Just like the girl earlier who was greeted by the boys but ran out crying, isn't this a public execution?

Dark didn't really like this kind of behavior.

Personal matters, as expected, should not be discussed in public.

Of course, if he was just a bystander, he would still watch it with relish.

But when it came to himself, it felt very different.

But if he needed to decline the invitation, he still had to decline it.

This couldn't be helped.

"Sorry."

But as soon as Dark said it, Eudora suddenly shoved the envelope in her hand into his hand.

Then she said forcefully: "No need to apologize. It would be more than enough if you can read my letter."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head, her eyes revealed a firmness different from her soft and timid appearance.

Dark was taken aback for a moment but did not open it immediately.

Eudora didn't urge him either.

"Okay. I'll read it." Dark could only reply helplessly,

Eudora bowed suddenly and said, "Thank you!"

Then the little girl with the pink hair lowered her head again, turned around, and ran away.

Dark squeezed the envelope in his hand and frowned slightly.

...

The invitation of Eudora, which was slightly different from what was expected, attracted a lot of attention. However, because Dark showed a clear intention to decline, it did not cause any topic in the end.

Dark sat back down.

Doron beside him quickly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened just now, hiding the embarrassment deeply in his heart.

But the little chubby Pistein didn't have so many scruples.

He leaned his head behind Doron and asked in a low voice, "Dark, could this be a confession letter?"

Dark put the envelope in his bag and frowned, "Maybe."

Whether it was an invitation letter or a confession letter, it didn't really matter.

Because the result was the same.

...

"Look."

Rose nudged Dianna's arm and pursed her lips.

Dianna smiled.

Sure enough, Dark really rejected her.

...

This operation, which may seem interesting at first, but would feel rather speechless when one thought about it, was still going on.

Eudora was the first to deliver the letter to Dark, but by no means the last.

Doron could only watch Dark next to him keep receiving more and more "ball invitations".

As if all the first-year girls had made an agreement with each other, they came up one by one to challenge the difficult mission.

In the end, even the girl who came to deliver the letter was no longer nervous, but shoved the letter into Dark's hands with a smile on her face.

Dark maintained a smile on the surface, but his heart gradually became numb.

From the seriousness of treating Eudora at the beginning to the swift rejection now, he has really gone through a long process.

All the first-year boys except him were lying on the table as if they were dead.

Doron asked feebly; "Hey, Dark, how many letters already?"

Dark: "Sixteen."

Doron: "How many are left?"

Dark: "Two."

Doron: "..."

...

"There are eighteen first-year girls in Noble House, so there are two left, right?"

Dianna smirked while counting in her heart.

Rose followed suit with a smile.

Among the Noble House students this year, Dark Demon stood out. As long as people's gazes accidentally fell on him, it was difficult to look away.

He was like a black hole, absorbing all the light.

Compared with him, the rest of the boys became bleak.

For example, a young boy like Doron, who was also considered to be quite excellent, also did not receive any attention.

After a few more years, when girls became emotionally mature, they would probably look away from the dazzling halo.

Rose glanced at the classmates of the same year beside her.

They had some sense of competition at first, but now that all of them had been rejected by Dark, they were actually giggling and teasing each other.

After all, they now have something in common, so when chatting with each other, they also had common topics.

That feeling was not so much "falling in love with the same person" as it was "pursuing the same idol".

What made Rose feel a little worried was Eudora, who was the first to confess - seemed a little different from the rest.

...

At about nine o'clock, the farce finally ended.

There were successes and failures.

There was joy and sadness.

With sixteen letters in his arms, Dark walked back to the dormitory with heavy steps.

Behind him were the bayonet-like gazes of the first-year boys.

"It wasn't so exaggerated at Halloween..."

He rubbed his forehead, feeling very tired.

Fortunately, as soon as he opened the door, he could see the adorable cat grass greeting him at the door.

He picked up the cat grass, and saw the cow grass dozing off at the balcony door, and the fox grass still lying on the windowsill, looking at the world outside.

As expected, the cat grass is the sweetest!

"Sniff!"

Rubbing against cat grass's cheek with his face, Dark finally relaxed.

Then he summoned [Shuckle], squeezed a glass of apple juice, and finally began to read the sixteen letters.

The first was Eudora's letter.

He opened the pink envelope decorated with hearts and Christmas trees, took out the slightly fragrant letter paper, and slowly unfolded the folded letter paper. He first glanced at it from top to bottom, and then read it carefully.

▼

I know you never notice me, even though we're always in the same classroom. The distance between you and me is like from the beginning to the end of a river.

I don't expect to get a response in a single confession, after all, we are very different.

I am not worthy of you now, but I will work hard for it and make myself better.

You are like the eternal sun in my heart, even the cold of winter can not dispel the warmth you radiate.

One day, I will also be the warmth in your heart, nourishing your light with the heat of my whole body.

I'm yours.

...

▲

Dark: "..."

After reading this letter from beginning to end.

Dark tried hard to recall the external impression of Eudora, but only a pink head appeared in his mind.

Is that what this kid's personality is like?

On the surface, this letter seemed to be quite progressive, but the dangerous atmosphere between the lines was almost overflowing.

"What am I gonna do!"

He had to temporarily put Eudora's letter in the upper left corner, and then picked up the next letter to continue reading.