Queen's Return Dumping the Ice King and His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

At first, the kids found it all a bit novel and fun, but after a few days, they grew tired of hearing the same old thing.

And ever since last week, Dames had been bragging that Luna was coming over to his house, but days passed and he was still waiting for her to show up.

The other kids started to be dismissive of Dames, barely paying him any real

attention.

When Dames saw a couple of classmates heading toward Daph, he immediately snapped, “Anyone who teams up with Dafina has to stay after school to clean up the equipment! And the storage room, too!”

After that, no one dared approach Daph’s side.

The P.E. teacher had always favored Dames, even making him class rep for gym. It was up to Dames to appoint the kids who’d tidy up the equipment after each lesson. So, when the teacher noticed that only Monica and Daph had paired up, he called out, “Teams for soft volleyball are supposed to have five! You two, join the other

groups.”

He reassigned Monica and Daph, and Monica had no choice but to join a new team. “Sir! We don’t want Dafina on our team!” someone blurted as Daph moved toward a

group.

The P.E. teacher glanced at the other teams. “Alright then, Dafina, you-”

“Our team’s already full!” another group interrupted.

“We don’t want to play with Dafina either!”

“She cheats just like her mom! We won’t play with her!”

The kids only knew bits and pieces, rumors picked up from overheard adult conversations about Daph’s mother. They didn’t understand the whole story, but after swapping stories at school–and with Dames stirring the pot–they’d made Daph into the class scapegoat.

No one wanted her on their team.

In class, during recess, aside from Monica and Penelope, nobody would even talk

to her.

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But Penelope was frail, and the teacher always had her sit out of gym entirely, so she couldn’t join in.

Daph stood rooted to the spot. Ever since she’d become “Dafina,” she’d been on her

The whistle practically fell out of the teacher’s mouth. Daph waved at him. “Sir, they’re all down.”

He turned to see the kids on the other side collapsed on the floor, panting and out

of breath.

“What’s the score?” the teacher asked Penelope, who was keeping tally.

“Thirty–two to zero!”

In five minutes, Daph hadn’t missed a single shot.

One by one, she took on the whole class. As Dames watched his team lose, he burst out in protest:

“That round doesn’t count! I demand a rematch!”

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