Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"He... He cares about me?" She stammered, still unable to believe what was just said.

Nix rolled his eyes at the obvious answer.

"There are so many things wrong with your outlook, and I hope Lank doesn't fall too fast in all of these." He facepalmed, turning around so he could quell his anger.

"I know I am not the best at deducing people's feelings, and neither do I know how I'm meant to go about my feelings. But there's one thing I would never tolerate–lying to me or hiding the truth from me."

The corner of Nix's lips twitched at her self-proclaimed answer. It was not worth dragging the issue on.

'This is Lank's problem, what the heck am I doing?' He thought, punching the wall for wasting precious time.

Turning around, he forced a smile, offering his hand in a truce. The person he needed to settle scores with was hiding in their dorm.

"Settle your scores, however, you see fit." He shook his hand, still waiting for her to take his gesture.

Slowly grasping his hand, she frowned at how plain the contact felt, she was expecting some sort of spark at finally making direct and deliberate contact with Nix.

Quickly pulling her hand away, she stared at it in confusion. This just affirmed that her attraction towards him had died out drastically.

Awkwardly dropping her hands to her side, she swung them so she could pull her mind away from the current situation.

"Till we cross paths?" She questioned, hoping to end their conversation on that note.

With a nod of his head, he repeated. "Till we cross paths."

He watched as she hurriedly increased her pace, which later turned to run. He had a smile slowly make its way to his lips.

Even though she was a bit irrational, she was still considerate in her respect.

'I just hope you know what you're doing, lank.' He thought with a sigh.

Click!

The light click his ears had managed to pick on from their dorm door brought him back to the reality of things.

'I haven't forgotten the scores we need to settle.' He thought with a smirk.

Making his advancement as slow as it could be, he pushed the door open.

"It's time to own up to your mistake.

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It was an unfortunate day, the day that Mr. Gaviel so wished could be postponed.

He wondered how time flew so fast and rushed on to the deadline–two days from when he was given the task by Mr. Zhao.

He realized that the integrated system consisting of a touch interactive monitor, computer system, complete audio system, document visualizer & projector had only been used whenever there was a graduation ceremony.

The students all knew what was to come of this. They were visibly shocked to receive the news that it had been rushed to be done a month before the actual date.

Mr. Gaviel exhaled loudly, brushing his sweaty palm on his blue tight-fitted pants tucked into his brown boots.

His feet tapped ever so lightly as he tried to calm his nerves.

'This is the day you get your freedom, so be happy and make the best out of it.' He nodded to himself, trying his best to believe the words in his mind.

With eyes watching the students all flock into the large hall. His anxiety began to rise at the low murmurs that erupted afterward.

Feeling a hand placed on his, he unintentionally let out a gasp.

"Gaviel, I know it's hard to face the crowd and give such shocking news but I am positive that they will handle it well." Mr. Doliu squeezed his hand, giving a reassuring smile.

Mr. Gaviel smiled back, although the news of some students being transferred wasn't the problem.

Instead, the problem lay with the revelation of the death of Mrs. Neider, it might not come as shocking to any as the mysterious force that had pulled them out of the thick black fog did show its effect on her.

If it wasn't because of his outburst, there would have been more casualties when the collectors were sent to retrieve her body.

The much tougher task, on the other hand, was presenting a probable explanation on how Fae–who had been alive as of the time all were leaving the classroom, would suddenly be announced dead.

Facing Lank, Lumina, and Nix, all of who knew a bit of the truth, while making such an announcement would be like hell to him.

'For Fae's sake!' He nodded his head as he got up from his seat.

Standing at the lectern, he placed his hand on its top. Clearing his throat, he placed a file that had compiled all that he needed to say.

Adjusting the gooseneck condenser microphone and LED flexible lamp, he pulled on the buttoned-up collar of his white shirt.

There was silence immediately after he stepped on, all watching to know the outcome of being called to the hall.

"Good day everyone!" His voice cracked midway and he had to cough to the side to stabilize his thoughts.

'Why the hell are you trembling?!' He thought in horror, looking down at his hands.

The only good that came with the lectern was the high rise front that gave him a little bit of privacy, the very one he needed to get his fingers in check without the students realizing.

"Good day Mr. Gaviel!" A female whooped at the far back of the hall.

All other students momentarily broke off eye contact with Mr. Gaviel and looked back curiously to identify the female who had replied so enthusiastically.

Sweat dripping, Mr. Gaviel suddenly regretted his choice of clothing and was pleased with the temporary distraction.

Gathering his thoughts together, he raised his head high as he spoke.

"I welcome you all to another wonderful graduation ceremony, and it is with a great pleasure to announce that–"

"I do apologize for the interruption," Arion cut in, raising his hand and standing to his feet so all could focus on him.

Mr. Gaviel raised a brow at the student's action, closing his mouth, he gave a nod for him to continue. If he could prolong this, he would gladly take any step necessary.

"Why was this event rushed? Is the organization needing more hands to do their dirty work?" Arion questioned with a wicked smile.