Silas's POV
"Hey! Let him go right now!" I shout in anger. But instead of listening to me, one of those guys suddenly charges at me with a kick. I dodge it swiftly and counter with a sharp sidekick to his stomach. With just one kick, he collapses to the ground.
I step forward and press my foot down on his leg.
"You know, it's bad manners to bully someone weaker than you."
The other boys stop hitting the omega and instead charge at me all at once. Seeing them attack together, I quickly scan my surroundings and spot a wooden stick. Without wasting a second, I grab it and start swinging.
"Aaaah!"
"Ughh… stop!"
"Are you insane? Stop!"
After knocking them back, I rush to the omega lying on the ground. He looks badly injured. I help him up, ready to take him to the nurse's office. But before leaving, I turn back to those guys.
"Mark my words—if you dare to bully anyone again, I might just kill you."
I mean what I say, though I've never actually killed anyone before. As soon as I deliver my final line, I finish my act and bow.
The room falls into complete silence. Everyone stares at me, wide-eyed. When I glance at Keri, she's looking at me blankly, with no expression. I know I'm terrible at acting, but judging from their reactions, maybe I wasn't just bad as I thought I think it's worst.
Then Keri stands up and walks toward me.
"Silas."
Hearing her call my name makes me nervous. I straighten my posture, looking at her.
"Your acting is incredible, Silas… I didn't know you had this talent. And I've never seen an omega this strong. It felt so real—your dialogue delivery was so natural!"
"The way you executed that sidekick, then beat them with the stick, and finally delivered that last warning… it was so dominating! You definitely have talent!"
My eyes widen in shock. What's happening? Keri is complimenting me? This isn't a dream, right? Honestly, I expected her to insult me, not praise me. I always thought she disliked me, but now that she's complimenting me, it feels… weird. I don't even know how to react.
"Everyone, applaud for Silas! He did an amazing performance!"
At Keri's words, a few people force a smile, while others just stare at me in silence.
Wait… do I actually have talent? Hehe… maybe I'm a genius.
"Thank you, Keri ma'am," I say, bowing.
She suddenly turns toward the others after hearing me.
"Today's class is over. Everyone can leave."
As soon as she announces this, murmurs spread through the room.
Then Lucky stands up and protests.
"But you haven't even taught us anything! You just watched his acting and ended the class. What about us?"
Gosh, is he still in school? How can he whine like this? It's not like I'm her favorite student or anything.
"Lucky, I already know how all of you act. I've seen your performances before. I think we should give newcomers a chance to prove themselves."
From the way the omegas react, they're clearly not happy about that. They start leaving, whispering among themselves and casting glances at me.
As I'm about to leave as well, Keri calls out to me.
"Silas."
I glance at her.
"You stay here. Let the others go."
Now, I'm the only one left in the room. Keri starts teaching me about acting—how to express emotions, how to immerse myself in a role. It's actually quite interesting. Because of her, I learn a lot about acting. I keep checking my phone from time to time, so I know the lesson lasts around two hours.
When I finally step out of the room, I realize I don't know where to go. Since I'm new here, I just stand outside, looking around.
Where is Nekol, my manager? Shouldn't he be here to pick me up? Why is he late?
Keri walks out of the room as well.
"Huh, Silas? Why haven't you left yet?" she asks.
"I'm waiting for Nekol," I reply.
"Okay, then. Let's meet tomorrow. And come on time—the classes only last for a week."
I nod and smile as she walks away.
Looking around, I spot some chairs and decide to sit down. Since no one else is around, the place feels eerily empty. I pull out my phone and start scrolling through the news about Gold Era Entertainment Company. So many top artists are part of that company.
Just then, I hear a rhythmic thump, thump sound approaching from my right. My attention shifts toward it.
A basketball bounces toward me, rolling to a stop at my feet. I pick it up with both hands and glance in the direction it came from, wondering who it belongs to.
But there's no one there.
Curious, I bounce the ball lightly against the floor.
"So this is where my ball is," a deep voice echoes, startling me.
I turn toward the voice.
A guy stands there, wearing a jersey with the number 34 on it. Brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build. His fair skin contrasts with his sportswear.
The moment I see him, I recognize him.
Theron.
I had seen his portrait back at the mansion. So it's true—he really is a basketball player. And I have to admit, he looks hot in that jersey.
His long legs are fully exposed since he's wearing shorts. And his biceps—damn, they're huge. He looks like he could strangle someone with those arms.
Theron steps toward me with his long legs and stretches out his hand in front of me. I know he's asking for his ball, so I hand it over.
As soon as he gets it back, he tosses the ball into the air, catches it on his shoulder, then smoothly slides it across to his other hand. He spins the ball effortlessly on his index finger, and it's mesmerizing—I could watch this for hours.
I've never seen a basketball match before, so this is my first time witnessing a basketball player in action, along with these incredible ball tricks.
"Wow." The word slips out of my mouth on its own.
Realizing that I shouldn't be so obvious about my fascination, I quickly compose myself and put on a poker face.
Theron stops his tricks and glances at me.