Happy Evil Heartbreaker [Modern LitRPG]

Mission accepted. Yet, when it came to becoming the "Queen" in the hearts of the boys, Xanthia was at a complete loss. Her mind raced, suddenly realising she could draw upon memories from her previous life.

Yes, despite having been a miserable exam candidate and an exploited corporate drone in her past life, she had once humbly nursed a secret crush during her student days...

After graduating from high school, she naturally had no interaction whatsoever with the Queen of Hearts, to the extent that the image she conjured in her mind remained forever perfect—a goddess kissing a flower, unmoved even by the gods, a flower that became a goddess.

This flower was the Queen of Hearts.

In truth, the lack of interaction was crucial. If, after many years, she were to meet again only to find the goddess in a desolate state, the image of the Queen of Hearts would be shattered.

Thus, there was a saying: "The perfect Queen of Hearts is the one who stood against everything."

A girl who could become the Queen of Hearts must be dazzling, unshakeable, and exude presence. She must excel in every aspect, conduct herself with grace and elegance, and her every gesture and smile must be captivating.

She would be gentle to everyone, extremely understanding, yet when one attempted to draw closer to her, they would find an unreachable sense of aloofness...

The more Xanthia contemplated, the more subtle her expression became. Wouldn’t this ‘Queen of Hearts’ need to excel in the art of tea as well?

It seemed that most boys fell for this!

Despite expressing disdain for 'Tea Sommeliers' verbally, when presented with the chance to appreciate tea, it was something they couldn’t resist. 

Xanthia considered the 'fragile little white flower' aura she now carried and realised that playing the role of a Tea Sommelier would complement her perfectly.

It was said that noble ladies of today mastered the art of tea and even attracted powerful men from all walks of life. Organizations such as World Tea Masters Association composed primarily of world-class noble ladies.

Suddenly, she had a sense of direction towards completing this task. But as a first step, she needed to grow out her flowing locks.

She was already tired of her 'straight black hair,' and her current appearance and demeanour suited long hair better.

The original owner, due to her mother’s early passing, had no idea how to dress herself and had no interest in doing so. So, Xanthia resolved to take care of herself and ensure her own perpetual happiness.

Unfortunately, growing long hair wasn’t something achievable overnight. Therefore, she decided to put aside the task of becoming the Queen of Hearts for now, but she could certainly start acting as a 'Tea Sommelier' in school.

When Xanthia adopted the role of a 'Tea Sommelier,' she had one advantage over other girls: she understood boys better, even their innermost desires.

It was now mid-morning break, a twenty-five-minute interval. Xanthia casually began to observe her desk mate, Dematero.

During the first two breaks, Dematero seemed unable to accept the current situation of being ‘worlds apart’ from his good friend Glenn. He directly approached him to ‘rekindle the past,’ though this might have also been related to Glenn’s proximity to Elena La Loannou.

When Glenn spoke enthusiastically, he seemed like a peacock displaying its feathers, yet a part of his attention remained fixed on Elena, hoping to attract her notice with his ‘talent.’

Glenn, noticing this, smiled without exposing Dematero. He had no feelings for Elena, so he wasn’t the least bit anxious. His relationship with Elena was good; she would turn back to chat with him after class, and sometimes they’d discuss topics together.

But Dematero, in front of Elena, couldn’t relax at all. Though he was talkative, he liked to act aloof, perhaps thinking it maintained his image...

In reality, Dematero was quite handsome, with clear features—a classic pretty boy. If a girl interacted with him, her first impression wouldn’t be bad. When he got talkative, he could be witty and humorous, cracking jokes and amusing others.

Humour was certainly a plus for boys; it could provide emotional value to girls.

During this twenty-five-minute break, Dematero made no further moves. He lay lifelessly on his desk, his gaze fixed on Glenn and Elena in the fourth group, almost like an abandoned statue.

His current seat was in the first group, not by the window but facing the classroom corridor. The window seat belonged to Xanthia, the protagonist.

Xanthia gently tapped Dematero's right arm with her hand. As he withdrew his gaze and turned his head, puzzled at his low-profile desk mate, she flashed a friendly smile, her cherry lips parting as she softly spoke, "Hello there, may I ask if your name is Dematero?"

The activation of the "Social Butterfly" function created an exceptionally favourable first impression in social interactions.

Dematero froze for a moment, mainly because he never expected his ‘mute’ female desk mate to initiate a conversation with him. What surprised him even more was her voice—so soft and pleasant... Who was this treasure of a girl?

"Yes, I am Dematero. Hello, classmate Xanthia!" Dematero came back to his senses and politely replied.

He had casually appraised Xanthia before, thinking she had a pretty ordinary appearance, lacking any distinctive features—certainly not comparable to his goddess Elena. But now, upon closer inspection of her face, his perception naturally shifted.

He noticed Xanthia's delicate and flawless skin, her lively, deer-like eyes, her long eyelashes, her soft and cute voice, and a touch of vulnerable charm about her, which easily evoked a protective instinct in others.

"Dematero, do you perhaps dislike being my desk mate?" Xanthia’s tone carried a hint of grievance as her lively eyes met his. Her eyes were watery and misty, seemingly filled with endless melancholy, making her irresistibly pitiable.

Dematero couldn’t withstand the gaze of this ‘fragile’ girl. He hurriedly averted his eyes and said, "Of course not! Xanthia, I'm very willing to be your desk mate. It’s just that I'm not very good at communicating with girls..."

Once the talkative Dematero started speaking, he couldn’t stop. He mainly recounted how he had been bullied by a female desk mate before, which had left him with psychological trauma.

Finally, he said, trying to please, "Xanthia, you definitely aren’t the kind of girl who bullies others. You seem very gentle and kind! Actually, your voice is quite pleasant. You should talk more or even sing. Yes, your voice would surely sound wonderful when singing!"

While maintaining an elegant and polite smile on her face, Xanthia couldn’t help but inwardly comment on her chatty desk mate. He really did talk a lot. Did he genuinely have literary talent, or was it just nonsense?

"Singing? I don’t know how, but if you like it, Dematero, I can learn for you... My mum always told me to make more friends in school, but I’m too timid. But now that I’ve met you, Dematero, I want to gather up my courage." Xanthia responded with apparent sincerity, her eyelids lowered, feigning shyness and modesty, fully embodying the Tea Sommelier mode.

Actually, this kind of tea art was still too low-end and deliberate, not smooth enough. But Xanthia wasn’t a professional, and it was sufficient for testing the waters among high school students.

The talkative Dematero was silenced directly at this moment. He was utterly baffled!