CHAPTER SEVEN i don't know anymore — he sounded genuine while painting the image of a demon.
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IT WAS A TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE.
Survival game participants wanted to win a fair battle wherein no one is forfeiting, no one is surrendering. Just plainly testing their abilities and critical thinking in limited period of time to take down the opponents.
Everyone would be joyous if they won a battle, even in an unfair way.
"Coward."
But she was build different.
"Damn coward."
Y/N couldn't help herself but to utter those words as she bit her lip in annoyance. For survival game players, rather than a victory, winning by default is a huge insult to every players.
Few days have passed and now, she's back at being a schoolgirl again.
And speaking of schoolgirl...
There he was. Staring at her with curiosity.
His elbow leaned on the table, he looked at her with plain curiosity yet slight disinterested expression. He smirked, "You seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, Pancake. Where's your maple syrup?"
Y/N passively glanced at him and groaned. "The maple syrup has expired so don't mess with me today."
"Feisty, Pancake. But maple syrups are sweet." he smirked and leaned his cheeks on his arms even more, making Y/N looked at him with astounded expression. "I wonder who made you upset like that. I kinda want to thank whoever it is."
"Are you crazy?" she shot a sharp glare at him before heaving a deep sigh. "Why am I even talking to you..."
It only made Hanwool grin even more.
"Because you're bored." he stated. "Wanna play a game?"
The class — as usual — doesn't even care about teaching these students anymore — ah, no. These peoples aren't students, rather than that, these are delinquents. Probably the system thinks of that because they thought that this school is a no hope for a change.
Even the teachers of faculty members doesn't give a shit about the gang wars and whatsoever that could harm them and their stupid positions.
And now, here are they. Talking casually to each other that even delinquents began gossiping around them.
