"I don't like you."
The arena fell into a stunned silence, the weight of Rowan's admission hanging heavily in the air. The crowd's initial shock soon turned into a hushed murmur of speculation and curiosity. Adrian remained composed, his expression impassive as he nodded. "Thank you for your honesty, Senior," he said, his voice steady.
Rowan's expression remained solemn, but there was a hint of mystery in his eyes. "Your turn, junior. Truth or Trial?"
"Truth," Adrian replied, his gaze unwavering.
Rowan took a deep breath, clearly considering his next question carefully. "I said I don't like you, junior, right? Then, let me tell you why I don't like you. My question is, do you love your fellow freshman, Junior Aria?"
"..." The whole arena fell silent, wanting to hear the answer not thinking how Rowan even did know about it.
