From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL) Chapter 93: Repelling Roommates: A Magnetic Tragedy

Micah followed Darcy with a sulky expression like a child being dragged away from his favourite toy. His sneakers dragged across the polished dormitory floor, and every few steps, he huffed dramatically.

"What’s the matter? Still upset I didn’t let you fight that guy?" Darcy chuckled, noticing how grumpy Micah looked.

"Yeah! How could he say that?! I should have knocked so sense into him! You were just helping ! Ahh.... the more I think about it, the angrier I get...!" Micah stomped his foot.

"I don’t care about his misunderstanding. It’s your first day. I didn’t want you getting into a fight with your roommate because of ," Darcy said.

"You are way too considerate... Tsk..." Micah mumbled.

Darcy walked ahead, leading the way to Room 422 with a smile on his face. When they finally arrived, he turned the key and pushed the door open.

The mont Micah stepped in, he felt it. The air was different, quieter and heavier.

Three students already occupied the room. One had oversized glasses and was hunched over a thick stack of notes, scribbling furiously. Another was curled on his bed, half buried under a blanket with a novel raised high above his face. The last sat cross-legged at his desk, eyes glued to his laptop screen, fingers moving across the keyboard.

The atmosphere was completely different from his own room. Micah realised instantly, this was the smart kids’ room.

The mont Darcy entered, the three other students turned their heads in unison, their gazes narrowing in silent curiosity. There was no greeting, just quiet evaluation, their expression unreadable.

Micah stood awkwardly. He could tell they were asuring Darcy. Was he their rival? Competing with them for a scholarship or better grades?!

Darcy gave the trio a polite nod and made his way to the empty bed near the window.

He quickly prepared the bed and said, "Sit down. Show your hand."

Micah obediently walked over and lowered himself into the bed like a scolded student. He instantly recalled his awkward position in the Elite class in high school. He held out his hand, suddenly very aware of the eyes that lingered on him.

Darcy carefully took off the plaster. He disinfected it with sterilised water, then covered it with a wet gauze and a clean bandage. The process was done in complete silence.

When they left the room, Micah released the breath he had held. "Ah, that was suffocating! Your luck is damn bad!"

Darcy shook his head. "They sort students by entrance exam scores for the first month. After that, we can apply to switch rooms," Darcy said, not particularly bothered.

They walked side by side to the orientation hall. The massive space was already filled with students and staff, rows of chairs were arranged while banners fluttered along the wall.

Micah scanned the crowd. "Where is Mum?" he muttered, sitting on the edge of a chair.

Before Darcy could point to the designated space for professors and lecturers, a familiar voice chid in from behind.

"You two are here," Eddie called, pushing past a few students to reach their row.

Micah turned to see his roommates, Nick and Eddie, arriving with slightly unsure steps, and trailing behind them was the curly-haired rude roommate.

Micah’s eyes narrowed instantly, but he held his tongue. "Sit down already, why are you hovering over ?!"

Eddie sighed in relief and sat beside Micah, whispering. "After you left, his older brother showed up. He apologised on his little brother’s behalf and asked us to bring him here."

Micah had guessed that they were kind of forced to take care of him. "It’s alright. I’ll deal with him later, in our room."

Soon, the orientation began as the Chancellor stepped onto the stage, and murmurs died into silence.

Micah barely kept his eyes open through the welco speech, his chin nearly slipping off his hand several tis. Then he heard it.

"And now, I ask the first-ranked student in this year’s freshman to co to the podium. Darcy Edwood."

Micah jolted upright, nearly knocking knees with the seat in front of him.

"What the hell?!" he whispered, twisting toward Darcy.

He knew Darcy was first in their province, but being first in QC uni too?! That Micah had no idea!

Darcy stood calmly, adjusting His shirt collar before walking up the steps to the podium with ease, as if he belonged there. His posture was straight, his expression composed.

"Damn! He is your friend?!" Nick let out a low whistle.

A few seats away, Emile also paused mid-text. He had been busy complaining to Jacklin about Dean’s behaviour, unaware of what was happening around him. But now, watching the black-haired boy step up to speak, he froze. That guy? He was the top student?! Emile groaned, thinking about what he had said earlier. Nothing had gone the way he had planned.

He thought about how his little uncle hadn’t even looked at him this morning. Clyde Du Pont had brushed him off like a stranger. Even after Emile had thrown a tantrum, demanded to be driven to school, Clyde hadn’t budged. His plan to get closer to him was tossed out the window.

He was jealous of Dean and Jacklin, having grown up with their little uncle, they could at least pursue what they liked a bit. Not like him, denied from every corner.

He had hoped that moving back and living with his uncle might soften the man and give him more freedom. Being a part of the Du Pont family, he wasn’t even allowed to think about being an Idol. But he still had a small hope of succeeding. The good thing was that at least his surna was not Du Pont!

He glanced at the silver-haired boy beside Eddie. He didn’t an to insult his friend earlier. But every fibre of the silver-haired boy scread an arrogant young master who had always ordered everyone around. Who would think he would get angry instead of the dark-haired boy?!

Now, even his dormitory life looked like it would be hell. Emile sank lower in his seat.

Micah’s heart skipped. He looked around anxiously. There were too many sophomores volunteering. What if Archie were among them?

There was no ntion that Darcy gave a speech on the first day. What if Archie took notice of him?! Those male leads were particular, no one knew what triggered them.

There were many murmurs about how good-looking Darcy was, how composed, how handso.... Micah didn’t know whether he should appreciate their praise or curse them for making Darcy more famous! Fortunately, Micah didn’t spot anyone similar to Archie.

On stage, Darcy spoke clearly and smoothly, his voice calm and steady. Occasionally, his eyes flicked toward Micah.

Micah wasn’t looking at him. Not directly. His head was tilted, eyes scanning the crowd. Distracted.

His expression turned cold. Micah always did this. When everyone else was focusing on you, watching you, he wouldn’t. But at the most unexpected monts, he would give you his full attention, to the point of shielding you from harm.

Darcy ended his speech with a quiet nod and stepped down.

As he returned to his seat, Micah leaned toward him.

"Why didn’t you tell you were giving a speech? What if we were late?" he whispered.

"I forgot," Darcy replied. "After... this morning encounter...."

Micah recalled Silas and shut his mouth with a snap. Yeah, that happened.

Orientation wrapped up not long after, and Nick stretched his arms above his head. "Let’s hit the cafeteria while we still can! Starting tomorrow, it’s ten days of military training! I want to enjoy my last day of freedom!"

"Why the fuss?" Eddie muttered.

"Yeah, right. You are a sports major, you do not understand the suffering of us normal people!" Nick replied.

Emile gawked. "What military training?!"

The others looked at him with raised brows. "You don’t know? It’s mandatory?!" Nick said.

"No! No one told ! How could a Fine Arts major go to military training?! My skin’s gonna burn! My hair! Wait! Are they gonna make us cut it?!" Emile freaked out.

They exchanged glances. Nick sighed and stepped forward. "It’s not what you think. They just want you to learn discipline and self-reliance."

Emile didn’t listen at all and quickly pulled out his phone to call Jacklin, beginning to whine about it.

Micah’s lips twitched. "Darcy and I will go ahead. I can’t take this anymore."

Darcy smiled to himself. Those two were like magnets with the sa pole, bound to repel each other.