The young man that entered instantly mesmerized the entire classroom, at least for the girls' part. Hungry, predatory… lustful even, gazes were focused on the enigmatic, inscrutable young teen.
His attire, though it wasn't over the top, it told that his family was at least upper-middle class. Yet, even then, his bearings, his demeanor was different.
First of all, the boy, Lucien didn't seem to carry himself with the arrogance that defined 90% of those second-generation rich young masters, or how they are referred to in the Far East: Lucien didn't show the qualities of a nouveau riche.
Holding onto the simple-looking dark school bag in his right hand, Lucien shifted his gaze, turning his head, and looked at the old man for further instructions.
