The first period was over, and the class got noisy again. Students became busy in their conversations, waiting for the next teacher to come.
There were still ten minutes left; each class was fifty minutes. Amon looked at the boy next to him.
Unlike others, he sat with one leg over the other, constantly shaking it and looking around. He was focusing on looking at the girls in the class with a smile on his face.
Amon looked away; he didn't want to be associated with this degenerate. Even he was feeling uncomfortable about his actions.
This continued for a while before he noticed a girl saying something in her friend's ears, pointing at Amon's desk.
A tall girl stood up. She was tall and had a slightly muscular body compared to ordinary girls. She was dark-skinned.
She approached Amon's desk and slammed her hand on it, shaking it. She had two black horns bending toward the back.
Amon looked at her yellow eyes with a dark pupil that looked like a dot. Following behind her was a girl with long, straight hair flowing like waterfalls.
She had gray eyes, and her ears were slightly pointed. She looked cold and cute at the same time, and the guy beside Amon was still staring at her.
"Hey, why are you staring at us?" said the tall girl.
The boy beside Amon looked at the tall girl and gulped his saliva. She looked strong, but he didn't show he was intimidated.
He said, "I swear I never stared at you; I was just looking at the poster on the wall."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask my buddy. Right?" He said this as he looked at Amon with a smile as if they knew each other.
The girl stared at him, and Amon replied, "I have nothing to do with it; I know him not more than I know you."
After finishing, Amon started looking outside the window, ignoring them all.
The tall girl started looking at the other boy. He sensed that he was in danger. He held Mon's hand and said, "You can't leave me alone, Bro; we both can beat her down."
Others in the class were looking at them, waiting for what was about to come with popcorn ready in their hands.
Amon ignored him, but the tall girl said, "I challenge both of you; do you believe you have a chance?"
The silver-haired boy beside him stood up, making eye contact with her. "Are you sure you want to challenge us?" He pointed his thumb at Amon.
"Do you think I am joking? said the girl as she bent her head a little down." She was huge, and the boy beside Amon had to raise his chin to make eye contact with her.
"Alright, you have crossed the line. You believe I am scared of you. My brother can beat two like you alone." He said he was folding his hands and taking a confident posture.
The tall girl looked at Amon; he and the boy looked like friends or someone similar. They both had light brown skin, and their hair also looked similar.
"Alright, I will take care of him first. Hey, you white-haired guy, I challenge you," said the girl.
Amon stood up and said, "Can't you understand? I don't know him. I have no interest in interfering. You can do anything you want with him."
The boy beside him appeared to be cornered; however, he was thick-skinned.
He set his hair and said, "Alright, I will deal with you both by myself. I think the problem started because of her. I am ready to fight with her first."
He said, pointing at the girl at the back, smiling as if he had checked his opponent.
A surprised expression appeared on the girl standing beside her, but who was more surprised—the tall girl?
"Are you sure?" she asked. It was as if she could not understand what the boy before she had said.
"Of course, I never back down on my words." He approached the other girl confidently and said, "I challenge you."
"Alright, then you can duel with her," said the tall girl. "But don't blame me when you suffer."
"You are underestimating me a lot," said the boy as he approached the nervous girl. "Don't worry, I will go easy on you."
Then, the class suddenly became silent, and Aman entered the class. He had black hair and crimson eyes.
Everyone was silent other than the four, busy in their arguments; the teacher saw that for a while.
Amon was the first one to notice him; he was not saying anything, but due to his standing and being near. It appeared as if he was also involved.
'Cough'
"If you guys are done, can I start my class?" said the man in a cold voice.
All four looked at him; his crimson eyes made them feel a chill down their spines.
"Sorry, sir," said the tall girl and the other girl as they started moving to their seats.
The silver-haired guy looked around; he also decided to apologize and leave, but it was then they all heard.
"No, your esteemed selves don't need to force yourselves to share a seat with us. Why don't you leave my class?"He pointed at the exit.
The girls and Amon apologized, while the other guy went outside without even convincing the teacher.
Others were forced to follow him, and four stood outside after some time.
"You all should also remember that I will not tolerate such behavior in my classroom. It is a classroom, not a playground," he shouted.
Others in the class also became quiet. Amon stared at the door and tried to understand what he was teaching.
He was teaching about magic; he discussed all of them, from the basic to the special ones.
From its history to advantages to limitations, the boy beside him was busy talking with the black-haired girl.
They were collectively criticizing the teacher and badmouthing him.
Amon ignored them and didn't say anything. The teacher also noticed him but didn't say anything.
The class was over after a while, and when he left, he stared at Amon and said, "You should change your friend circle; there are some people that will pull you down in life."
Amon nodded, thanking the teacher. He was more angry with the other three because of them.
He didn't talk with the boy beside him for the remaining time in the next classes, and ignored him completely.