I want us to stay together when we’re transported

"Oh God, she's so beautiful…"

"If only she were my girlfriend, I'd be loyal to her for the rest of my life."

At the very back of the classroom, a young man with short black hair sat casually. His sharp gaze pierced through the crowd ahead of him, focused on one person—a girl with long, flowing blonde hair sitting a few rows in front.

Vio propped his chin on one hand, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sank into his imagination. In his mind, he and the girl were sitting together on a secluded beach. A gentle sea breeze carried the soothing scent of salt, and the waves danced in perfect harmony.

Between them sat a single young coconut with two straws.

"Here, drink, sweetheart," Vio said softly, his voice full of care.

"Thank you," the girl replied with a sweet smile.

The daydream brought an unconscious smile to Vio's lips. He savored the moment, even if it existed only in his mind.

In the real world, the class carried on as usual. The sound of chalk scraping against the blackboard continued, and students busily scribbled notes. Yet, none of it disturbed Vio. His classmates were used to his habit of ignoring lessons.

Vio was an ordinary student who preferred to live life at his own pace. While his peers chased grades and achievements, Vio focused on something he considered far more important: the most perfect beauty in this class—Viola.

Viola was the school's center of attention. With her mixed-race features and beauty that rivaled international models, her status as the daughter of a wealthy family only added to her untouchable aura. Every student who still had functioning eyes had probably fantasized about her at some point, including Vio.

"This guy again?!" Viola muttered, gritting her teeth in frustration.

To Viola, Vio was the number one nuisance. His lecherous stares, aimed at her nearly every day, made her sick. Or at least, that's how Viola saw it.

"Are you looking for trouble again?" Viola stood from her seat with resolute movements, turned around, and marched toward Vio's desk.

Sensing the danger approaching, Vio immediately lowered his head. At lightning speed, he grabbed a pen and pretended to jot something down in the blank notebook on his desk.

"Vio!" Viola shouted, her voice echoing throughout the classroom.

Instantly, all eyes turned to her. Even the teacher, who was busy explaining the lesson, stopped speaking and cast a sharp glance at Viola.

"Hey, what's going on here, Viola?" the teacher asked, his tone laced with restrained irritation.

But Viola ignored everyone, including the teacher who had reprimanded her. Her focus was solely on one person: Vio.

"Vio! If you keep staring at me with those perverted eyes, I'm going to report you to the principal! I'll make sure you're expelled from this school!"

Her tone was full of conviction, her confidence unshaken. It was no wonder—her family's wealth made them the school's largest donors, giving them significant influence over its decisions.

"Vio's causing trouble again," whispered one student.

"Didn't they just have a fight last week?" another added.

"Shh, if he hears us, we might get dragged into this."

The whispers of his classmates didn't faze Vio. He kept his head down, scribbling random letters in his notebook. To Vio, he hadn't done anything wrong. He was in a public space; he could look at whoever he wanted. Besides, he'd heard Viola's threats countless times, and not one had ever come true.

Seeing Vio unaffected, Viola's irritation boiled over. Without thinking, she swung her fist toward Vio's face.

But her punch stopped mid-air.

Vio's strong hand had caught her movement effortlessly. He didn't even seem bothered, his eyes still fixed on his notebook. Vio was used to Viola's impulsive actions—this was nothing new.

"Let me go!" Viola snapped, her face red with anger.

Finally, Vio lifted his gaze to meet hers. Their eyes locked, and as usual, Vio was captivated by her beauty. Her perfectly arched eyebrows, her sharp eyes, the delicate curve of her nose—everything about her made Vio think, Damn, how can a girl be this gorgeous?

But Viola wasn't done. With her left hand, she attempted to slap him.

Unfortunately for her, she failed again. Viola's left hand was now restrained by Vio's right.

"Both of you, stop this right now!" the teacher's stern voice shattered the tension.

The teacher rose from his chair, glaring at them both. Despite his intervention, the classroom remained eerily calm. The other students weren't surprised—they were used to scenes like this. To them, it was like watching live drama.

"Let me go! I said, let me go!" Viola yelled, her face now a mix of frustration and fury.

[ Earthling, Welcome to the Endless Sea ]

[ Forced teleportation will commence in 1 minute ]

For a moment, silence blanketed the room. Then chaos erupted. Panic spread like wildfire.

A transparent blue panel floated in the air before their eyes, defying reality. Some students tried to touch it, but their hands passed through empty space.

"What is this? Hey, do you guys see this too?" one student asked, his tone laced with confusion.

"Yeah, I see it too. This… this feels like something out of a video game!" another replied, half in awe, half in fear.

The boys seemed calmer, some even eyeing the panel with strange curiosity. In contrast, the girls began to cry, some screaming in terror.

"Everyone, calm down! Don't panic!" the teacher shouted, his voice trembling despite his effort to stay composed. He had no idea what was happening, but he knew it was his responsibility to maintain order.

Amid the chaos, Vio and Viola remained as still as statues. Vio, still gripping Viola's hands tightly, stared at the blue panel with a calm expression.

"Teleportation, huh?" he muttered to himself.

He shifted his gaze to Viola. The girl smiled—a wide smile, but it felt odd.

"Hahaha… finally," Viola said with a tone of relief, almost like a laugh of liberation.

Vio stared at her, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

Viola sighed, her smile turning bitter. "I won't have to see those idiots ever again," she said flatly, though her words hinted at hidden emotional scars.

"Let go of my hand," she demanded coldly, her usual sharp gaze returning.

But Vio didn't budge. He simply kept his eyes on the panel, which now displayed a countdown: 20 seconds… 19 seconds…

"No," Vio replied, his voice calm but with an odd undertone. "I want us to stay together when we're transported."

Viola frowned. Countless scenarios ran through her mind. Fight back? Impossible—she knew Vio's strength. Kick him? Too conspicuous. In the end, she chose to surrender.

"Do whatever you want," she murmured, half resigned. To her, whether she was transported with Vio or alone no longer mattered.

The countdown continued. 3 seconds… 2 seconds… 1 second…

Then, in the blink of an eye, they all vanished. Not a trace remained, as if their existence had been nothing but an illusion.