Meanwhile, in Slater's classroom.
Slater sat quietly on his desk, keeping his memory fresh from the last lessons they had last night.
Tak… tak… tak…
His concentration, however, was being disturbed by that very faint noise in their quiet classroom. Looking at where the sound was coming from, the first thing he saw was a crumbled paper hitting one of his classmates from the back.
Moving his eyes to where the papers were coming from, his gaze landed on Keith.
Keith chuckled while wasting papers, crumpling them into balls, and then throwing them in one of their classmates. The classmate on the receiving end could only lower his head and let these papers rain on him.
"Haha." Keith was about to throw another one when he noticed Slater looking at him. He shifted his attention to him and smirked. "What are you looking at?"
