"You still know who I am? I've been back from overseas for so long and you still haven't been back to see me?"
Hearing Bryce's voice, Quinn felt a little more at ease.
After returning back home, he had encountered too many strange things. Bryce's unchanging attitude and voice made him feel that this world was still very normal.
"It's my third year of high school. You have to understand me."
The youth's voice was clear and bright.
"Alright, do you think that I didn't know about your grades when I was abroad? If you were really so busy that you couldn't call me, you would have already gotten first place in the entire grade, right?"
"Quinn, you're a pot calling the kettle black. I've seen your past results. Our form teacher still has a file. You're still a few places behind me."
Bryce was in the same high school as Franklin and Quinn. Coincidentally, Bryce's form teacher was Quinn's form teacher back then.
