From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL) Chapter 186: Mission: Clear Micah’s Name (And Maybe K.O. Arc

Inside Room 306, Micah shifted his weight from one foot to the other, while Darcy lingered near the door, hands in his pockets.

Then, Micah rubbed his stomach and let out a groan. "Man, I’m hungry again. I don’t know where all that food from earlier went."

He lazily pointed at the Royal Dragon Pavilion bag sitting on the desk. The containers were all empty, stacked neatly. "Before the ga, I ate everything in there. What about you? Have you had dinner yet? Wanna go out for sothing light?"

Darcy’s eyes landed on the bag, and his brows twitched slightly. The logo printed on it caught his eye, and a flicker of recognition passed his face. The sa high-end restaurant. The sa place that the blond man ordered from before. Did he send Micah food again? Had they t each other at the gate like before? Or Micah had gone out with him?

"I’m hungry too," Darcy replied flatly, though his voice held a trace of coolness.

Micah grinned. "Great. Let’s go, just the two of us. Before Nick shows up and clings to us again." He grabbed his phone from the desk and tapped the screen to check the ti.

Darcy gave a short nod and followed him out of the dorm. Their footsteps were lost in the crowded hallway.

"Where were you earlier?" Darcy asked as they reached the stairwell. "I didn’t see you at lunch in the cafeteria."

"Yeah. Group project." Micah made a face, dragging a hand over his neck. He rembered Clyde’s jealousy over that woman. "Not a pleasant experience at all," he said, his tone sour.

"I thought you had gone to that restaurant..."

Micah waved a hand. "Nah. The owner just sent food. But seriously, I can’t eat five-star Chinese food every day. I think my tongue is going to forget what normal bland food tastes like."

Darcy chuckled under his breath. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, and so of that earlier tension lted from his shoulders. His mood improved a bit. Hearing that the al had not co from that man this ti quietly soothed sothing in him. "Are you still going to register for the competition on Friday?"

"I don’t know. I could barely stand Archie today. If I have to sit next to him on Friday, I might actually snap at him," Micah said, adjusting his glasses on his face. "Even teaming up with him wasn’t all that enjoyable."

Darcy’s eyes lit up, realising Micah preferred playing with him to Archie, a professional player. "Let’s go together. I want a rematch with him," he said with a determined look.

Micah gave him a look. "Why? Because you didn’t get MVP?" His brow arched. "Or, is it because you haven’t ruined my image enough already in the ga? Don’t think just because I didn’t bring it up, I have forgiven you. I bet right now everyone in the ga thinks I’m so bewitching seductress or sothing." Micah kicked a small stone on the path in frustration.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t notice Allied chat was on. I was too pissed at that guy," Darcy muttered, his head ducking slightly.

Micah let out a sigh. "Yeah. He really rubs people the wrong way."

They walked a few more steps in silence before Darcy suddenly stopped. "Micah."

Micah turned, surprised by the serious tone in Darcy’s voice.

"I want to clear your na," Darcy said, looking him straight in the eyes. "In-ga and out. You’ve improved a lot. Especially since you switched to support. I want to show others that you are not that sa trash player anymore."

Darcy scratched his cheek. "And we need to clear up that ridiculous bet. If I show up with you even though Archie was MVP of that match, people know we were just ssing around."

"How could they know that? You two were using your alts," Micah replied.

"Well, if I log in with my alt like today, that would be enough."

Micah nodded. "Alright. But your little face-off should wait for another ti. You know his main account is master rank, right?"

Darcy began walking again. "I’m not in a hurry. There will be plenty of ti to kick his ass."

Micah smirked and fell in step beside him. "Yeah. That’s the spirit."

They kept walking across the campus silently, but there was no tension, no awkwardness between them. Just quiet comfort.

As they reached the campus gate, Micah’s eyes flickered toward a certain spot on the street. Clyde’s car had been parked there earlier. His chest ached, but he tore his eyes from the spot.

Darcy noticed his slight pause. He followed Micah’s gaze but found nothing special there.

Micah resud his pace, lost in thought.

Clyde...

No. He couldn’t afford to get distracted. He had to be smarter now. No more being willful. He had to harden his heart. He should just use Clyde for what he needed, nothing more. Especially now, that he knew Clyde liked soone, even though she ca off shady as hell. And Micah...There was no need for Micah to be the fake girlfriend. Or better, fabricating a twin sister for himself.

Right, the appointnt Clyde had made for him. "Tomorrow," Micah said abruptly, his voice a bit strained. "You’re still coming with to La Riviere Pharmaceutical, right?"

Darcy turned his head to look at him. His expression softened with a faint smile. "Yeah. I wouldn’t miss it. For so reason, my mum’s been more cheerful lately. She’s got more energy. I hope this new drug helps her recover faster... and maybe even get her moving around again."

Darcy hesitated, then glanced sideways at Micah. "You have to skip class again, that’s okay?"

Micah shrugged and shoved both hands in his pockets. "I have never exactly been a diligent model student in my life. If it wasn’t for this, I probably would have found another excuse to ditch. Especially for classes that I don’t like."

Then he added. "What about you? You won’t lose your scholarship, right?"

Darcy shook his head. "Nah. I have built up enough credits already, so I’ll be fine. And when the university principal ca to our house, he promised that if I chose QC uni, I could skip classes for my mum’s illness."

"Lucky bastard," Micah muttered under his breath.

Darcy smiled. Micah’s casual responses, the way he took his side like always, and the way he rembered anything related to him, eased the last of his worry. Their argunt that night hadn’t ant much in the end. What mattered was this: Micah still cared about him. And that hadn’t changed one bit.