When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 9

Quartz had called in the homeroom teachers from several classes. After some back and forth, Shiloh from Class 19 finally showed up, sweat beading on his forehead. He was known across the school for being easygoing to a fault.

The middle-aged man flashed a warm smile. "Don't worry, Serena. In education, there's no such thing as class hierarchy. From today on, you're a student of Class 19."

Serena nodded. "Nineteen is a lucky number, Mr. Shiloh. That means you're destined for rapid advancement."

Quartz frowned, completely lost at her cryptic remark.

Catching the awkward silence, Shiloh quickly smoothed things over. "Classes are about to start. Let's take her over."

"I need to get my backpack," Serena said.

"Then make it quick."

At this school, Building A housed the top students—the ones who produced real academic results. Building B, on the other hand, was reserved for students admitted through connections or special channels.

Unsurprisingly, Class 19 was located in Building B.

Building A had ten classes. Building B had nine. The students from Building A looked down on Building B without exception. Unfortunately for Thanos, he wasn't just in Building B—he was in its lowest tier.

When he carried Serena's backpack into Building A, mockery followed immediately.

Standing in the corridor at five foot eleven, Thanos ignored the strange looks thrown his way. His height and silence gave him an aloof, almost arrogant air.

Inside, he was seething.

Serena, you little menace. If you don't show up soon, I'm jumping off this floor.

"Kelly, isn't that your cousin?" someone whispered.

Kelly stiffened. Standing outside Class 1 like this was the worst possible scenario. Everyone already knew about her "useless" cousin. No matter how she handled it, she would lose face.

She dropped her English book and stepped outside. "Thanos, I just asked the teacher. She didn't agree to put Serena in Class 1."

Finally being acknowledged eased Thanos's wounded pride a little.

"Then which class did she get?"

Kelly glanced in the direction of Class 3. "Probably her original class."

The teachers were still passing the buck, and while it wasn't clear where Serena would end up, one thing was certain—Vesper didn't want her.

But why should the embarrassment be mine alone?

After hearing the answer, Thanos strode confidently into Class 3. "Where's Serena's seat?"

The classroom fell silent.

Feeling the weight of dozens of uncomfortable stares, Thanos walked toward the only empty seat. He dropped the backpack down, wishing he could just bolt out of there and get away from their eyes.

Just as he turned around, Serena's pink backpack came flying out of the classroom in a perfect arc.

Thanos's bottled-up anger exploded. "Who threw that?"

For a split second, it felt as if he grew even taller. The pressure of his presence was something these top students had never experienced. The room went dead quiet.

The culprit, Lilian, burst into tears on the spot. "Y-You dare hit me?"

Thanos was speechless. I haven't even touched you!

The class's sports captain, a broad-shouldered boy, stood up. He was shorter than Thanos, his presence diminished by comparison, but with an outsider storming their classroom, he couldn't afford to back down.

"Serena cheated. The whole school knows it. Class 3 won't accept someone with that kind of character."

“Exactly. Trash like that should be expelled!"

"Why should Building B garbage come show off in Building A?"

Suddenly, a book flew through the air. It narrowly missed Thanos's face, but the sharp edge sliced his cheek. That first throw broke the seal. In seconds, books were flying at him from every direction.

Bang—

The half-opened classroom door was kicked wide open.

Serena walked in. Her delicate features were cold as ice.

"Anyone who doesn't need their hands is welcome to donate them."

Inside, Celeste sneered. Scared now? Too late.

Serena pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her hand. She didn't like the smell clinging to Celeste.

"Next time you can't keep your hands to yourselves, I won't mind dislocating them for you."

Her voice was flat, almost emotionless. There wasn't a trace of anger in it, but,

that made it terrifyingly cold.

So, you're making an example out of me? Using my hand to scare everyone else?

Celeste broke down, tears and snot streaming down her face.

"But...I didn't even hit Thanos!"

Thanos, who had been unexpectedly protected, felt a complicated knot twist in his chest.

"Serena, after school, I'll treat you to a slushie."

The boy lifted his chin proudly, convinced there was no more generous big brother in the world than him.

Serena didn't respond. She bent down to pick up her backpack—but when she saw the books scattered all over the floor, the ones that had been used to hit Thanos, she paused for a brief moment.

Just that one pause made everyone in the class feel a chill run down their spines. Hair stood on end. Those who had thrown books hid their hands under their desks, terrified.

Hearing the noise, Shiloh rushed over, thinking a fight had broken out. Instead, he found Celeste sobbing and the rest of the class sitting stiffly, like obedient elementary school students.

He remarked casually, "Class 3 isn't that far from Class 19. No need to act like you're saying goodbye for life."

The room fell into stunned silence. Who's saying goodbye? Don't you see us getting bullied?

Oblivious, Shiloh added as he turned to leave, "You're welcome to come learn from Class 19 anytime."

The class screamed internally. Seriously? Learn from those losers in Building B?

But no one dared move until Serena left. Only then did someone whisper, "Monster."

It was only at that moment that they realized it—an entire class, dozens of students, had just been bullied by a single girl. Seriously?