Nolan waited, eyes trained on the still classroom, expecting a scream or at least some bickering—anything that would hint at the source of that sudden, thunderous bang. But no such reaction came.
The students didn't run, didn't look his way, didn't even acknowledge that something had been slammed hard enough to rattle the floorboards.
Instead, they leaned forward en masse, crowding around something near the middle of the room.
He watched a second longer, then narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Alright…" he muttered, then leaned back in his chair. "You wanna ignore me? I'll ignore you harder."
He picked up his mana phone again and opened Street Rumble Ultra 7, the hum of pixelated loading music calming him like a lullaby laced with caffeine and combat.
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His fighter, Mad Lightning, was waiting. Nolan hadn't even equipped new skins or updated his gear. Didn't need to. His hands were still warm from the earlier match streak, and he was ready to continue his climb.
