"Ah, I'm sorry." Jason scratched the back of his head. He couldn't believe he had just tried to help such a legend find the right classroom.
"Don't worry about it." Dyon smiled. "I appreciate the help."
Jason awkwardly made his way back to his seat as Dyon turned his back to the classroom. He took a look at the podium but shook his head, instead eyeing a foldable white table. With a single leap, Dyon say cross legged on it, looking out into the classroom to find gazes filled with fire.
Clara suddenly raised her hand. Penelope looked over in shock. Clara never did anything like this, there had even been times where movie stars and peak level athletes with hundreds of millions of followers visited the white house and she never batted an eye. Why would she being so active with Dyon?
Seeing the hand, Dyon smiled. But, when he noticed who it was, his lip twitched. 'I guess I didn't escape that easily…'
"Clara. How are you?"
