Chronicles of the Vanishing: A Pervert, a Prick, and the Perfect Ace

Chapter 7

Professor Quon entered the classroom with the peace of a buddha. "Good morning students–"

He discovered Mo strapped to a spinning wheel, upside down, several daggers implanted in the wood, and Pro, at the front of the classroom, taking aim with numerous blades flexed between her fingers, students whooping, making bets, the room resembling a chaotic circus than a classroom.

"What on earth is going on here?" He murmured.

"Good morning sir!" Some girls chirped brightly.

"Is this a normal Tuesday morning for you?" He asked sceptically.

"Nope." They answered candidly.

Mo was laughing deliriously, too much blood having reached his head. "Woah Pro, when you said you could turn my life upside down, you weren't kidding."

Pro threw another dagger. This one grazed his ankle, leaving a strip of crimson blood. He laughed harder.

Quon sighed, already sensing that his cup of coffee would not be enough to get him through this class of delinquents. "Pro, what are you doing?"

"Practising my aim," she answered, snapping out her wrist and releasing eight daggers in one throw.

The blades implanted deeply in the wood, creating a humanoid outline of daggers around Mo.

The class erupted into applause and Quon whistled, offering credit where it was due with one begrudging clap. That is some good aim.

"Pro didn't join the darts club for nothing." One student cheered.

"What on earth is going on here?" A voice exclaimed.

It was none other than Aurelius, who was horrified by the sight of his companions making utter fools of themselves.

"Apparently Pro caught Mo rifling through her backpack without her permission." A classmate explained. "So she's returning the favour."

"But it's weird. He's usually not the type to sneak through a person's property. He just pranks others, not steals." Another chimed.

Aurelius coughed wearily, concealing his shame behind his fist.

Truthfully, Mo had only been investigating Pro because Aurelius had asked him to.

"Hahaha!" Mo laughed. "Alright Pro, before I lose a finger, let's–Eek! Not the nether regions!"

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"Do you guys know when our History teacher will return?" A classmate asked.

"What do you mean? Mr Quon's our History teacher."

"No, he's just a substitute until our real History teacher comes back."

Apparently their actual History teacher had been absent for a month due to a severe stomach ache.

Aurelius doubted that the stomach bug was a result of any natural causes.

Pro and Aurelius entered their next class to discover everyone had already received their school photos, picture books left on everyone's desks.

Before the teacher arrived, students took the opportunity to join their friends and excitedly chat about their photos. Mo was such a person.

"Guys, have you seen this?" Mo's grin was positively roguish as he held up a photo.

The picture was of Mo and Aurelius.

Mo had winked at the photographer–which gave the impression he was winking to whoever looked at the photo.