Transmigrated With A Resolution System

The male began to whimper, with tears filling his eyes. Continually shaking his head and refusing to say anything.

'What a loser!' Lank sneered in his thoughts, pulling his arm back to land a punch anytime soon.

"Don't!" Nix shook his head, stopping Lank from punching the male in the face.

"It wouldn't change anything." He emphasized.

"But–" He wanted to speak up, to justify why this couldn't be termed as bullying. But the words didn't come out as he had expected. There was something about Nix that made arguing with him difficult.

His grip only tightened on the collar of the male instead, he had expected the others to burst out laughing at his predicament, but that was far from the contrary.

All turned around immediately, he could see the back of their feet as his glare was still fixated on the male.

Something didn't feel right about their reaction, he looked back, attributing it to one person–Nix.

"Lank, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Gia screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Gia?" Lank was stunned by her return, his anger gradually dissipating. His grip also loosen on the collar of the male.

Nix looked over to the female who had managed to calm Lank and was pleasantly surprised at who he had referred to as Gia.

'So she's Gia.' He nodded his head in understanding, watching the scene unfold.

At that point, he immediately assumed the rumors he had heard were definitely just what it was–rumors.

Lank quickly got off him, his face scrunched up in disgust and trying to gag. He stood with his feet apart for as long as he could widen them.

His crotch had a darker patch on his blue pants. Immediately shooting a glare towards the male, thinking of that little action as a deliberate assault on his image.

"How..." He brought out his hands in a strangling gesture, his claws protruding from his fingers. Licking his lips as he tried to complete his sentence.

"How could you soil my pants with your filthy body waste?" He kicked hard on a desk. He wanted nothing more than to teleport to his dormitory.

'Gosh I wish I had Haze's gift right about now!' He said in thought. If he did, he would be able to avoid the humiliation he was forced to be subjected to.

It was tempting to strip his pants right there in class, but the more he thought of it, the more stupid it sounded and would look.

The male looked over at Nix, unsure of what would happen to him. Crawling back slowly.

'You really think you could escape if you wanted to, on your own?' Nix raised a brow and just stared down at him instead.

Shaking his head at the male, he was clearly disappointed even after his little speech, he was still feared when he was yet to do anything.

'Why am I not surprised?' He thought, clicking his tongue.

"Just go clean yourself up." Nix sneered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I do hate it when an empty trash's stench intensifies."

Taking cue, the male hurriedly scurried away and out of the class.

The sound of laughter could be heard outside the door. It was definitely the gifted students jeering at the male who had run down the hallway in a hurry to get to the bathroom.

"Finally a breath of fresh air." Nix sighed in relief, pegging his nose the moment he sniffed the same smell but only slightly less repulsive.

Looking to the left, he had remembered there was another sharer in the problem. "I spoke too soon about the fresh air, you also need to go change, Lank." He blew on the air with his hand.

"You think I don't know that?" Lank retorted. Exhaling and inhaling, trying to calm his boiling anger.

Nix raised his hands in a surrender, shrugging and looking over at Gia.

Gia looked over at Nix who sat confidently on a chair with his leg crossed over the other.

They both locked gazes for a brief second before she tore off hers, looking elsewhere.

She had originally returned after thinking things through. Walking away from class with such a mindset was never the answer, they weren't even in a cordial friendship to begin with.

She had no right to be angry over something that wasn't even established from its foundation.

But the main reason she had returned, laid on the fact that she had forgotten to take her books when she left. It contained a piece of her embarrassing scribble of a confession letter she had planned on finishing.

In a bid to prevent it from slipping out if the book was mishandled, she rushed back with top speed, only to be met with Lank in a compromising situation that might as well get him in trouble with the academy's authority once again.

She had always been assigned to him the moment he got into trouble. Putting up a caring persona for someone she barely wanted to make contact with was tiresome.

Enjoying the cover her timid personality gave, she didn't need to speak to him but instead rationally speaking up for him or appealing on his behalf so the issue dies down easily.

It always came as a mystery as to why he would always get into fights or cause trouble, but if this would be the first one she would disrupt in order for her not to be directly involved by the authorities, she wasn't going to let that chance slip out of her fingers.

Taking a quick glance at his outlook, she noticed he had a soiled crotch, looking away in an instant, hoping she didn't seem perverted just by doing that.

"Are you okay?" She tried to reach out to help in some way, the faster it's done without any teacher noticing, the better.

"Why are you here anyways? I thought you had something important to do outside." He scoffed, taking a step back.

Pulling off her blue cotton jacket, she offered it to him, "here you go... for your little issue."

Lank looked down at the jacket offered to him in her palms, she had a broad smile, awaiting his response.

Lank's cheek flushed at her kind gesture, he had always seen her as his anchor, the only person who ever stood up for him when everyone else didn't.

Although she had been kind to him, this was the very first time they had spoken to one another and he couldn't help but stare at her for a moment.

The students still had their backs turned, the influence of Nix was one too great to oppose, just to observe what was transpiring between the two. Listening was still a better option they could only rely on.

"It even matches your pants." She pointed out, giggling.

"It even matches your pants!' Nix repeated in his head in a high pitched voice, rolling his eyes to the scene playing before him.

"No I can't." Lank shook his head, refusing to take it.

"But–"

"Ughhh!" Nix exclaimed, disgusted by the progress of the scene. Feeling disturbed it might as well soon escalate to both parties showing those love dovey eyes, slow motion, coercion, sweet talks, or worse–kissing.

'No! Definitely not going to see any of those! I came here to bond with someone, now I've found him, all I need is acceptance. That is all I'm going to do!' He yelled out his frustration in his thoughts.

"Okay, let's break up whatever moment this is." He began, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his thighs, gesturing his hands around them, to make his point.

Gia and Lank shared a confused glance at one another, not understanding what had come over Nix.

"Don't you look back!" Nix's voice rang out louder than it already was as he warned a pink headed girl who tried to sneak a peek on what was truly going on. "You might as well step out, the class was over an hour ago." He waved his hand.

"Remember, curiosity killed the cat!" He made references to the fact that he could see protruding cat-like ears sticking out ontop of her head.

The girl immediately looked forward, her eyes wide in surprise at how easily he had caught her trying her luck. Listening was fine by her at that point, there was no way she was leaving until the drama was over, just like the rest were thinking.

Bringing his attention back on the two, he gave the two of them an indifferent look.

"Gia, you want him to take your jacket, right?" He questioned, acting as a mediator.