It Takes a Pen to Straighten Up B*st*rds

INTRAMURALS 3

"How long are you going to sulk, Brother Bobdish?" Baby Bob had been bullying Bobdish for quite some time. After that phenomenally traumatic kiss, even Prince Bob-Hyung-nim turned to stone!

By instinct, the entire Bobnation decided to return home together. Even Baby Bob forgot he had to go home with Cale, but since Daddy Bob was with him, it was fine. They literally live in the same house.

Cale simply smiled at them and observed them sharing their laughter with the rest of the group.

"You seemed satisfied," Deruth says, leaning on his head. "Well, I would be with those smiles."

"Haha. I cannot believe you went and used Bob as an alias." Bassen hands them tea and sits at the table. "Even the commentator gave up and called them fucking bobs. haha."

"I just said we would be Bobnation for the cheers; they are the ones who used those aliases," Cale said. "It doesn't matter as long as they're enjoying themselves."

"Just like the teacher, just like the students," Deruth said, watching the F-Class look like normal children with normal smiles on their faces.

Happiness is not something that is ready-made. It comes from your own actions.

It's been three months since Cale came to their class. The kids who couldn't even share a boring joke, are now laughing, teasing each other, like normal friends. The genius label that had been defining them seemed like a lie.

DAY 2

Cale arrived at school early in the morning. He was accompanied by Ron and his kittens. Their school fare was a first in history. Booths were set up, shops were invited, and students were free to participate.

Their class established a cosplay cafe under the guidance and tutelage of their shameless teacher, who suggested cosplay and allowed customers to take pictures with any of them.

Among other things, there were anime characters, lolicons, maids, and movie characters. But it was Bobdish, dressed as the great masked villain, who was the most noticeable.

His pure black hair with a red tint stands out. There was silence followed by thunderous applause after he discovered some hair extenders.

"Now try laughing like a lunatic." Cale smiled.

Bobdish frowned and glared at Cale. Of course, Bobdish's manliness was captured by his black hoodie, and his usual mature demeanour was enhanced. There were some secret admirers squealing from the outside, and a long line formed outside their classroom for him.

Baby Bob and Cutie Bob for fluffy selfies.

Lady Bob, Mommy Bob, and Amazing Ape Bob for Girl's Generation peg.

For royalty selfies, Prince Bob, Semi-seniorities, and Lanky Bob are available.

Amazing. Cale, of course, took pictures with each group. He intends to make an album for himself featuring these cutes with forced smiles. Only Baby and Cutie Bob are acceptable—his babies, of course!

Cale had a photo of himself with the family tree and the villain frowning bobdish.

When Cale looked at Pope Bob, he felt something extremely dangerous.

He felt like he would regret having a picture with this bastard for the rest of his life, especially since he was wearing an all-white darb that only priests could wear.

"Hah," Cale said, feeling a headache coming on. "Somehow... I really don't feel like having a picture with this brat."

No one wants to take a picture with Pope Bob. But Cale couldn't help since Pope Bob had been doing great and the twinkle in his eyes was disgustingly pitiful.