MIRACULOUSLY ESCAPING SLACKERLIFE

XXIII

It's almost the end of the first trimester, and a sports festival wouldn't be complete without one. Cale can't understand what Antonio, Alver, Valentino, and Rosalyn are saying. They don't make sense to me. The best thing to do is nothing. What's the best way to win by screaming like a maniac? They're not going to understand his affection for a slacker, are they?

"Your Highness, the shining light of the Rowoon Kingdom, the pinnacle of beauty and benevolence.

Cale, on the other hand, has decided to enjoy his free time by running the 800-meter dash and playing chess under the supervision of his big brother Prince.

"A golden plaque?" Alver asked, brightly smiling and tossing the golden plaque into his palms.

"May your bright light shine over our Rowoon, your grace, and benevolence shine through, blinding this lowly one with your brilliance!" Cale coughs lightly.

Alver smiles as he slips the golden plaque into his pocket.

"Hyung-nim."

"After the sporting event, Baby Cale."

Cale snorted and groaned in frustration at the first prince. He intended to diss them after receiving the golden plaque, but Alver beat him to it. He fought the urge to pout and cry. He couldn't take his gaze away from the prince.

"Ah... while dignity and shame have vanished from Alver's dictionary, I suppose decorum and formalities are required between them," Valentino said, looking like a new student.

"You wouldn't want to get caught in that flattery, Ino," the group said after adding Valentino.

"Of course, it feels phony, Ton-ton."

"Thank God, my name hasn't been murdered yet," Taylor hums as he listens to the damn nicknames given to them by the others.

Ton-ton sounds like a pig, Ino sounds strange, big bro prince is annoying, and baby Cale? Taylor didn't want to think about Cale's reaction.

After a few days...

Cale's brow furrows as he walks into the school's stadium. After all of his rain-related prayers, the sun is shining brightly. He can already hear the team yelling, much to his chagrin. It's especially aggravating because Alver is tossing the golden plaque while staring at him.

This prince is a stickler for detail.

They have a lot in common.

The headmaster skips any further introductions and jumps right into the sports festival. The magic class is having a grand opening complete with magical confetti and fireworks. Rosalyn can be seen standing on top of her class, leading. Alver assuming command of the knighthood class. Valentino was assigned to the administration department. And the literature? Don't think about who's taking who, because Cale's group is on their world, reading literature and philosophical books, much to the chagrin of other departments..

They're in their own world..

"Baby Cale... this class suits your lazy attitude," Alver said quietly as he looked over at the shady-glassed students reading. There's Mr. neat-know-it-all, Ms. I don't care about the world, and the awesome, Mr. don't-mess-with-me-I'm-busy..

"Why would weak people like us fight? It's so unclassy," Cale counters with a roll of the eyes..

"Yes! I agree!" says Mr. neat-know-it-all. "Why do we need this kind of activity? Knowledge is the greatest weapon of all time!"

"I told you," smirked Cale.

"Didn't you know you can't think straight without moving your muscles?" said Antonio, shaking his head."