——Squeak.
The sound of the wheelchair moving and then stopping echoed in the room.
Aiwass was pushed to the front of the lecture hall by Lily and lifted his head, looking at the crowd before him with interest.
The students were all looking at him.
Some were astonished, some excited, some curious, some frowning, some expressionless.
Some had just woken up, not understanding what was happening; others were incessantly introducing something to their neighbors.
But without a doubt,
Even the sleepiest students, those least interested in the class, at least looked up at the commotion caused by Aiwass.
In the center of the crowd's gaze, Aiwass looked back at them with a smile.
In the face of people's scrutiny and curiosity, he didn't feel the slightest bit of stage fright. On the contrary, he was eager, as if his veins were pulsing with restless sparks. His spine involuntarily tensed as though a girl's fingers had lightly brushed it.
