Chemistry - Chapter 71

Quinn Winter is a young man from another world. One day, he is suddenly chosen to become the new Demon King. But the Demon Kingdom is in big trouble – it's losing a terrible war against the human kingdom called Gran'le.To help his people, Quinn comes up with a risky plan. He will sneak into Gran'le and learn their secrets. But things don’t go as planned. A powerful noble sponsors him, and he ends up joining Heavenward Academy, the top school for training future heroes.At the Academy, there's a big challenge called the Selection. The best students become Paladins – magic knights who fight demons. Quinn doesn’t want to become a Paladin. He is a demon king! But now, he’s stuck in the Selection… and if he wins, he’ll become the very thing he’s supposed to destroy.He started the day badly. Now, things are getting even worse.

‘Yoknapha,’ an international and well-known villainess actress, is suddenly transmigrated into a series she once starred in as ‘Bai Yu,’ a daughter of the senior chancellor. If this world follows the same plot of the story she knows, she will always lose to ‘Bai Hua,’ the heroin.

Nevertheless, if she loses this time, the one who will receive disgrace is not Bai Yu, but Yoknapha herself. That is why this time she will not surrender to the dreadful fate!

If it is determined that a heroine will end up with a hero in every love story, this one has to be different. She will be a villainess who gets to be paired with a hero herself. If wicked deeds bring what she needs, she will stay evil to the end!

That will be easier if a mysterious man Bai Yu does not remember exists does not appear and makes her heart pound like this!

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”