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Chapter 8 : Threads of Confusion

Arzen stared at his phone, his eyes glued to the screen. The rumor about some other scriptwriter threw him off. He clicked on Yuna's profile on QChat, fingers tapping faster than he could think.

【Arzen】Hey, I heard something weird. Someone said there's another writer doing our script? What's going on?

【Yuna】Who told you that?

【Arzen】A friend mentioned it.

Arzen leaned back, his thoughts tangled as he watched the screen, waiting for more.

【Yuna】Let's talk about it tomorrow in person. Don't stress over it. We'll sort this out.

Arzen sighed, deciding to wait until tomorrow to get the full story. He switched over to the group chat【Room Number 13】.

【Arzen】I don't know why there's a rumor about another writer, but I'm going to the drama club tomorrow to find out.

Hanjun's reply came almost instantly.

【Hanjun】Want me to come over and smack some sense into these drama kids? 😎

【Elden】Whoaa.. Easy there, Jun. Let's not go full action movies... yet. 😂

【Yuriel】LOL. Hanjun would just trip over his own feet before he could hit anyone.

【Hanjun】Very funny, Yuriel. Though I am not one to dirty my own hands.

【Yuriel】Ok. Now that's more like Jun.

Arzen smiled slightly at the banter, his mood lifting a bit.

【Arzen】Don't worry, I got this.

【Hanjun】But I've been practicing my dramatic entrances! You sure you don't need a backup?

【Elden】Yeah, right. Your "surprise entrance" would end with you tangled in the curtains. Classic.

【Yuriel】We'll be waiting for your report, Zenzen. We'll keep Hanjun from bringing his smoke machine.

【Hanjun】Jokes aside, I won't be at the dorm tonight. Got some issues at the new project to handle.

【Yuriel】I'll be out too, meeting my big brother. He's in town just for tonight.

【Elden】Football practice ran late, so I'll be back really late. Don't wait for me.

【Hanjun】So it looks like you're on your own tonight, Zenzen. Don't get into too much trouble without us!

【Yuriel】Yeah, try not to burn the place down. We'll all be back tomorrow.

Arzen laughed under his breath, closing his phone and tossing it on his desk. He tried to relax, though his mind kept circling back to the drama club and whatever was brewing there.

The next morning, Arzen woke up early, still buzzing with questions. He dragged himself through his routine, splashing cold water on his face and staring into the mirror.

Arzen walked through the school corridors, his mind still tangled with thoughts of the drama club rumor. As he approached his classroom, he cursed silently upon spotting Carsel standing by the door, papers and a pen in hand.

Carsel blocked the entrance, looking up as Arzen approached. He held out a form.

"Everyone needs to fill out this form before going into class. The homeroom teacher asked me to do it."

Carsel's posture was casual, but his eyes tracked Arzen's every move, noting the hesitation that flickered across his face. Carsel's grip on the pen tightened just a bit, his thoughts clouded with curiosity.