"You're right," X said, crossing his arms over his chest. A mischievous grin appeared as he glanced at one of his comrades. "C and I were both students there. The only difference is, she was my junior."
Those words instantly made Mrs. C's face tighten. The long-haired woman with a cold aura suddenly clutched her head, as if holding back the pain of memories she desperately wanted to erase. "Ugh… I really don't want to remember that."
A soft, alluring voice followed. Mrs. G, a mature woman with silver-gray hair and a dangerously sweet smile, leaned forward. "Huuh? What is it, C? You look so tormented just from talking about the past."
Mrs. C let out a sharp snort, her tone dripping with irritation. "Seriously… this man," she pointed at X, "was the biggest troublemaker in Starford Academy. A mess of problems, a reckless instigator, always dragging others into his chaos."
