"You always say it wrong, and you never fix it..."
Mortimer knew she would react this way. He scratched his forehead, gave an awkward "ahem," and changed the subject. "Did you figure out that problem from last night? I thought of a simpler way to solve it."
"Was that inspired by the five hundred yuan?" Holly didn't fall for it this time, staring at him pointedly.
Mortimer: "..."
...
「In the classroom.」
Pantheon had just gotten back from the restroom and sat down when his stool was kicked. He turned to look behind him and met Scholar Quincy's dark glare. He had a bad feeling about this.
Mortimer coldly tossed three words at him, "Erase the board."
Pantheon: "..."
He was speechless. 'He just knew it. Sooner or later, it would be his turn to erase the blackboard.'
Zeke Zane raised a gloating eyebrow. 'That's what you get for running your mouth. Now you know who's boss, huh?'
