The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 112: The Trip [1]



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The next day, Amon settled into his seat along with Michael and Ren.

At the same moment, the classroom door opened.

Athena entered the classroom, wearing a beautiful enticing dress that highlighted the curves of her body.

Walking with an elegant gait, she stepped up to the podium.

Amon's eyes were fixated on her.

She was going to make an announcement about the trip today.

Considering there was only one week left, it wasn't unusual.

And just like he thought, Athena started the conversation about the trip. "Greetings. Today, I'll explain to you in detail on what you have to do on the trip."

The bodies of the students tensed with excitement and anticipation.

Their previous boredom had all vanished.

Amon's eyes were fixated on her.

"But before that..."

He tilted his head in confusion.

Was there something else he was missing?

Athena looked up, her gaze locking with Amon.

Or more accurately, all three of them.

Her next action made his eyes widen.

"Amon Ashford, Michael Von Lancaster, and Ren Silvermoon. From this day forth, you will sit in the front row. Right here." Her eyes gestured next to the girls.

All three of them had an aghast expression on their faces.

And just as Ren was about to refute, her next words made the three shudder in horror.

"The orders have arrived directly from The Principal. So you have no chance but to oblige." Her monotonous voice echoed.

In this way, she also shut down the refusals of the three sitting at the front, whose seats they were about to take.

The trio closed their mouths and sighed simultaneously.

In truth, they didn't lose anything by going to the front.

No power or wealth or something was getting stolen from them.

At least that was what it may seem like from an outsider's perspective.

Because for the trio, they had just lost their entire freedom.

Their entire lives had been stolen from them.

Being the classical backbenchers for so long, they used to do many things at the end that the teacher was unable to see.

One of these things was to rate people from the class based on looks, personality, and strength.

This was impossible for them now.

Another was to tease the girls at the front by throwing things or making fun of them.

This was also impossible now.

The golden backbencher era had come to an end for them now.

As the boys gloomily headed down and crossed the other three people, they were the target of many gazes.

Amon shuddered a little as he felt a lot of stares at his back.

He sighed internally.

It wasn't something new for him.

Ever since the constitution change, Amon's height had increased drastically.

He was easily comparable or an inch shorter than the 4 ladies at the front.

Not only that, but his body build was now lean and athletic.

The outlines of his muscles were almost clearly seen in his battlesuit.

His facial features improved by a lot as well.

The gaze of his eye had turned more commanding and deeper.

His jawline had gotten finer and his blemishes had been removed by a lot.

He was easily among the top 15 people in the class now, in the looks category.

Settling down beside the girls, Amon was quickly greeted by a chuckle.

His eyes moved to the side and locked with two sapphire pearls.

Charlotte had a bright smile on her face.

"We meet after a long time Amon." She extended her hand.

Flashing a slight smile, he shook her hand.

"It really has been a time. Glad to see you again, Miss Charlotte."

At the last part, he saw her pout.

"You can drop the 'Miss', I said this before as well. We are table buddies now."

He scratched his head and laughed a little.

"Haha, I'll try Charlotte."

She nodded.

Leaning onto the table, Amon tried to look past Charlotte at the other three girls.

Right beside Charlotte, was Liliana and after her, was Alya, with Elizabeth being next to her and at the start of the row.

As he was about to get back on his seat, Liliana's eyes suddenly moved.

They locked with him.

Staring at her for a second, he ignored her and tried to again lean back.

Liliana clicked her tongue at his attitude.

"You fucking bastard." She cursed

It wasn't loud enough to be heard by anyone else, but the whole row heard it.

Everyone's head snapped to Liliana, finding her gazing at Amon.

Elizabeth, Charlotte, and Alya's eyes widened at her indecent attitude.

Amon's brows creased into a frown.

But as soon as he opened his mouth to reply, another voice came from behind him.

"Oi, oi, you bitch. The fuck you on about?" Ren cursed back in a casual tone.

"Just cause your hair looks the color of vomit doesn't mean your attitude needs to be like that.

Learn some fucking manners." He cursed again.

Liliana's eyes widened and her hand moved to her emerald hair.

A flicker of rage passed in her eyes as she clenched her fist.

Noticing her movements, Ren started to rile her up more.

"What? You wanna pull up prick?" He tried to stand up alongside her.

Fortunately, Amon and Michael quickly pulled him down while Charlotte and Alya pulled

Liliana down.

"Stop." Both duo simultaneously said to them.

"But that bitch is insul-" Ren tried to retort but was stopped by a silent headshake of Amon.

He gestured silently upward.

Following his gesture, Ren gazed up, finding Athena standing above him on the podium.

She had the usual monotonous look on her face.

But one could easily see a vein throbbing on her head.

It was certain that Ren was don-.

Something tossed through the air, landing in Athena's hand.

It was tiny so no one except the trio was able to see it.

The girls trio were still calming down Liliana.

Looking at the object that landed in Athena's hand, Amon instantly facepalmed.

A pleased smile layered on Athena's face that only the trio were able to see.

She tossed the object inside her mouth and started chewing.

Meanwhile...

"This fucking bitch had the guts to insult him while we are here..." Ren kept going on and on.

And...

Athena didn't mind at all and continued her lecture.

The whole front row looked at her in bafflement.

What was this kind of favoritism?

If only they knew, Amon thought.