At last, the final group entered the scene, signifying the arrival of the Second Year Gold Class. The atmosphere in the room seed to shift, and a sense of unease washed over the assembly. The figures leading this class seed to draw attention and not in a positive way. My focus narrowed on three distinct individuals, their presence palpably distinct from the previous classes. I glanced over at John, whose expression mirrored the growing discomfort in the room.
"You got hit hard, John," I comnted, recalling his barely concealed grin when my placent in the Silver Class was announced.
John clicked his tongue in annoyance, his gaze fixated on his classmates. "It's a true nightmare. Those three bastards are in this class."
I knew precisely which individuals he was referring to—two young n and a girl who were infamous for their antics.
"Best of luck dealing with that this year," I empathized, feeling a genuine sense of pity for his predicant.
John shrugged and kept his eyes forward. "Seems like the class compositions haven't changed; we were just added randomly."
"At least that ans the core plot points should remain intact," I added, a hint of relief in my tone. It was comforting to think that the main events of the story would likely unfold as in the original ga, barring any significant interference.
John's attention shifted, and he pointed at my mother. "Is that your mom?"
I followed his gaze to my mother, who was engaged in conversation with so other teachers. "Yeah, that's her."
"Besides the eyes, you don't really look like her," John observed.
"It might be due to my Olphean blood, but I'm not entirely sure," I shrugged, offering a vague explanation for the difference in our appearances.
around Christina. She was surrounded by a group of admirers, even more popular than Elona. It was an uncomfortable sight, and I began to understand John's His focus shifted again, this ti landing on Christina. "And her?"
"That's my older sister," I replied, the sense of familial resemblance between them quite evident.
John's expression shifted to one of surprise, looking between my mother and sister. "Your mom is so young; she could pass as your sister."
It was a common observation given their striking similarity.
"Don't even think about hitting on them," I playfully cautioned him.
He snorted. "Coming from the guy engaged to my sister."
A wry smile tugged at my lips, though it faded as I watched the scene unfolding around Christina. She was surrounded by a group of admirers, even more popular than Elona. It was an uncomfortable sight, and I began to understand John's overprotective tendencies when it ca to his own sister.
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'I did, but it's hard to shake the feeling of unease.'
I glanced at my mother, who was engaged in conversation with the other teachers. Since she had arrived with a class, it was clear she would be the horoom teacher for a Third Year class. As it turned out, she was in charge of Dentiel Elaryon's class—
the Third Year Elf Pretender I had t just the day before.
"Your sister is coming," John said before starting to retreat back but I held him by harm preventing from escaping.
"Hey!"
"Stay put, John. You're Layla's brother, and she's my sister," I instructed him firmly.
"How's your first day, Amael?" Christina inquired, a mischievous grin on her face.
"Actually, not that great. My face seems to be a magnet for every girl's attention, and it's becoming increasingly uncomfortable," I confessed, releasing a sigh of exasperation.
"You've got to be kidding !" Christina responded with a mix of exasperation and amusent, turning her gaze towards John. "And you've already found yourself a friend?"
I interjected, clarifying John's identity. "I've ntioned it before, sister. This is John Tarmias—Layla's brother and therefore, my brother-in-law." I tapped John on the shoulder as I introduced him.
Christina playfully shook her head. "Nah, he's a bit too young for my taste, little bro."
"Then maybe let go of his hand? He looks a bit flustered," I suggested with a smirk.
"Oh! You're Layla's brother?" Christina greeted John with a friendly handshake, her scrutiny evident in her gaze. "Hmm, not bad at all. Layla must be quite the looker. Lucky, little bro."
"Are you hitting on John, big sister?" I said, raising an eyebrow playfully.
Christina playfully shook her head. "Nah, he's a bit too young for my taste, little bro."
"Then maybe let go of his hand? He looks a bit flustered," I suggested with a smirk.
"What's with you?" John extricated his hand from Christina's grip, looking slightly bewildered, before he made his way to the buffet table.
Christina raised an eyebrow at before leaning in to whisper. "Seems like your friend is quite the introvert."
"You have no idea. He's also a full-fledged sis-con, obsessed with his sister," I said with a smile.
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