"Aren't you the one who claims to be able to handle and solve anything in school? What's the meaning of this situation now?"
In the seemingly quiet classroom, a continuous 'tap, tap, tap' sound echoed.
Asher furrowed his brows.
This was because in front of him sat a student who exuded an inherent air of refinement: wearing neat glasses, sporting a clean and tidy short haircut, and giving off an impression of innate sophistication.
His expression was somewhat cold.
The window, with its curtains drawn, let in minimal light, casting a shadow over him.
Asher took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I messed up this time... I didn't expect that guy to be so strong in a fight. Had I known, I would have brought more people!"
Brody frowned at him.
"More people? Were you planning to escalate the situation, or even worse, cause a fatality and bring me a whole lot of trouble?"
