Ms. Martinez returned a few minutes later and called the class together, standing at the center.
"Alright, class. We'll have another game in two days. We've agreed to have games every other two days, which means we'll play again on Wednesday. This time, treat it more like a test, okay? I want everyone at their best. Also, I'd like to congratulate Travis for winning today's game. Come on, give him a round of applause!"
The girls clapped enthusiastically, while the boys, with frowns on their faces, clapped half-heartedly. Travis didn't mind their reluctance, but he couldn't help flashing a smile in the direction of the girls.
' Yep this is why I prefer girls over guys. Even though they be lying most of the time' he thought.
"You'll all get your money tomorrow. Now, let's head back to class and continue with Combat. We'll be studying Tactics. Let's go."
The class followed Ms. Martinez back, where they resumed lessons for another hour. When the time was up, they packed their things and moved on to the next class, repeating the process until the school day finally ended.
Travis sighed as he shoved his belongings into his bag. The two-hour periods had been grueling, especially math. His brain felt like it had been working overtime today, and the exhaustion was starting to catch up with him.
' I better head back to Ms. Martinez's class. I need my money, 'Travis thought as he walked out and made his way to her classroom.
When he arrived, he found her seated at her desk, sipping coffee while gazing out of the window. As he approached, Travis couldn't help but take a moment to check her out, noticing her calm demeanor as she sat in the soft afternoon light.
She was, honestly, a total bombshell. Her long blonde hair cascaded effortlessly down her back, framing her sharp features, while her bright, ocean-blue eyes sparkled with a mature charm that was hard to ignore. Adding to her allure was her outfit—tastefully put together yet undeniably captivating, enhancing the natural elegance she carried with ease.
"Do you have to stare so much? Even without my ability, I can tell exactly where you're looking," she said, turning towards him with a raised eyebrow.
Travis smirked as he pulled a chair and placed it in front of her desk. "Can't really blame me if my teacher just happens to be my type," he replied, his tone playful but confident.
Abigail rolled her eyes, setting her coffee down. "You do realize I'm your teacher, right? You shouldn't be making moves on someone who's twice your age," she said, giving him a stern but amused look.
" Well good thing I'm into taboo relationships. Now, let's talk, Ms. Martinez. I'm honestly a bit confused about this tournament situation, so I'd appreciate it if you could shed some light," Travis said, leaning in slightly and resting his arms on the table, his curiosity evident.
"Oh, right. You asked me about that before," Ms. Martinez said, leaning back slightly in her chair. "Well, it's as I mentioned earlier. You need recommendations from people in your school, and that includes the unawakened kids."
Travis raised an eyebrow. "What's so special about the S-Class? Do they have some kind of godlike blessing or something? Everyone I've asked—well, only two people—seem to treat this class like it's legendary."
"Well, they're just as strong as you've heard," Ms. Martinez said, her smirk fading into a more neutral expression. "That's all I can say for now."
Then, she raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Also, isn't your little sister in that class? Why haven't you asked her?"
' Maya is? Oh yeah she is. This mf before me never gave a fuck. Don't blame him though ' he thought.
"Oh, I'll just ask her later," Travis said, brushing it off for now. "But how do I get people to recommend me? And how exactly does this recommendation work? Is there some kind of vote or something?"
Ms. Martinez nodded. "Yeah, something like that. At the end of the semester, the top 20 students with the highest marks are nominated, and then students from both categories—Unawakened and Awakened—get to vote. Since we're nearing the end of the semester, there will be one final vote. If you're voted in, you earn a spot. But keep in mind, only 10 can participate in the tournament."
Travis thought for a moment. "So I have to win over both sides? Great. Sounds like fun. Okay, is the tournament a fight or challenges" he asked.
"Yes, it's a fighting tournament, much like Dragon Ball," Ms. Martinez said with a playful smile. "Now, let's get your money. Please hand me the bands."
Travis complied, placing all the bands on the desk. Ms. Martinez smiled as she pulled out a thick stack of cash and began counting. Travis was taken aback by the considerable amount of money, wondering why she had such a large sum readily available.
"I keep this money for bets and challenges with my students," Abigail explained, counting out the cash with a smirk. "I've noticed how much money boosts their morale. Even if they don't win or get the best results, they still get paid. But guess what? Since none of them are ever satisfied with just a little money, they all work harder to earn more. Pretty smart, right?"
Travis blinked in surprise. "Um, sure. But how did you know what I was thinking? Do you have the same ability as Mr. Forg?"
"Of course not. I just read your expression. You really have a very readable face," Abigail said with a grin as she handed him the cash. "Now, here's your money. I hope we have a wonderful time together, Travis."
Travis took the money, smiling. "Thanks."
As Abigail stood up and leaned forward to extend her arm for a handshake, Travis couldn't help but notice her cleavage briefly exposed as she leaned down.
'Thank you God for such a wonderful teacher ' he thought.
Abigail patted Travis on the head and said, "Good job. I hope you can keep that energy up." Her tone was encouraging, and the gesture was both reassuring and surprisingly affectionate.
Abigail sat back down and noticed the look of disappointment on Travis's face. "What? Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her tone shifting to one of concern.
" Honestly I'd rather have a blowjob than a head patt. I'm not a dog, you know," Travis said, sitting back with a hint of disappointment.
Abigail couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, thinking, 'How cute.'
"Well, why don't we make a bet then?" she suggested with a playful glint in her eye.
Travis's ears perked up, and a smirk spread across his face. "I'm listening," he said, clearly intrigued.
TO BE CONTINUED
[ A/N: I miss writing this novel ]