The midterm exams loomed like an unrelenting storm, leaving students across the school drowning in stress.
Conversations were filled with frantic whispers about difficult questions and impossible study loads. The hallways echoed with the collective groans of sleepless nights and last-minute cramming sessions.
But amidst the chaos, one person stood untouched, radiating a calm superiority: Ross Oakley, our OP evil MC himself.
"How much did you get in accounting, Ross?" Dennis asked, dragging his feet as he approached. His expression was a mix of hopelessness and envy.
It was painfully obvious that the chubby guy had bombed the test, yet he couldn't help but hope Ross had somehow struggled too.
"Perfect, as usual." Ross's grin was smug, almost predatory, as he leaned back in his chair like a king surveying his kingdom.
