Chapter 127- The New Class Monitor

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The five contestants for the position of Class Monitors stood on the podium with their Homeroom teacher, Professor Crockwell, standing in front of them. He backed away from them, and five stacks of paper floated in front of him as the students held on in anticipation. From the stacks of paper, one was particularly higher than the rest, while one seemed to be more than just lesser than the rest. Curiosity and suspense were etched on their figures, as they looked on with intense stares. 'Oh, this is the thing with kids. They get excited over flimsy things like this....' Raph thought, his smirk never leaving his face. He was staring at the ambient rays of the sun that perfused through the glass windows, causing a warm yet cool semblance upon the Lecture theater. It was an ethereal yet grounded sight, as the expressions from the students reminded him of how human this lecture theater was. 'Well, the professor should say the results already; things may get dicey if he doesn't.' He thought when he felt a thug on his sleeve. His eyes flickered as he tilted his head downwards towards the slightly averagely tall boy, Jonny Greenhorn, at least for a 15-year-old. "You must be Raffaelo Jun," The boy said with a smile, his freckles doing wonders to his expression. 'Oh, that's cute...' Raph thought. "Yeah. And I suppose you are a Greenhorn? You look a lot like Phestus". Jonny nodded. "I get that a lot. I'm his younger brother, Jonny Greenhorn". They shook hands, and Raph could feel and see a subtle amount of dark mana trying to permeate through. His gaze darkened but his expression remained neutral. "It's nice to meet you, Jonny; I hope we both have fun this first semester." Jonny chuckled, retreating his hands as they both focused on their Professor. 'Did he not feel that?' Jonny thought, glancing at the Raph. 'Forget it; there's no way he could have.' His smile widened a little and a subtle darkness within his gaze flickered for just a moment. "Alright then, your votes have come in, and I will now announce the result". With his voice sending waves through the air, their bodies tensed unconsciously and beads of sweat began to form on some of their heads. It was hilarious; they weren't even contestants, but the fear of your vote not counting would make you sulk. "Coming out fifth is Jonny Greenhorn, with a total of three votes.....". There was a bit of murmur but nothing more, no one understood why he even recommended himself, but the result was inevitable. Jonny sighed, but his smile never left his place as he said. "well, maybe next time". 'There won't be a next time, though,' Raph thought in response, his smirk widening a little. ing out fourth is Canary Yellowstone, with four votes...". The murmur this time was practically from three girls, of which all were system users and also close friends of hers. 'What? Did they really think she would win?' Raph thought with a sigh, as the whole class ignored their complaints. Canary had a wry smile on her face, but nonetheless, she remained composed. ing out third is Alicia Berry, with five votes....". There wasn't much of a response, but the number of her votes was impressive nonetheless. Now, the moment of truth. ing out second is...." Professor Crockwell stopped, taking a look through his class and then turning behind to glance at the contestants as if purposely trying to prolong it. "Alicia Berry, would you like to be my deputy?" He asked, his tone reminiscent of a soldier. The girl flinched, her eyes flickering with uncertainty and confusion. She gulped slowly, nodding in response. "If you wouldn't mind my company, then I would love to, Young Master Raffaelo". Raph waved his hand in the air. "None of that. Call me Raph. We'll be working together from now on, after all". A slight blush hinted on the girl's cheek as her eyes flickered, turning away from his gorgeous features. "Um, hm" She nodded in response, playing with the helm of her skirt. With a satisfied smile, Raph turned his attention towards Professor Crockwell. "Well, I've chosen as you've seen". He said. Professor Crockwell was left with a blank expression on his face. His dark eyes shimmered ever so slightly, as a sigh exuded his lips. 'It seems I can't read him'. The man thought. Professor Crockwell was always an observant man, and he could pick out certain characteristics from people by their actions, but at this moment, what he could read from Raph, was what Raph exposed himself. There was nothing hidden, and his intentions seemed solely based on his logic. 'What a terrifying kid' he thought, as he raised his hand in the air to dismiss them "To your seats then". The five students retreated to their seats, their thoughts swirling in their minds on the event that had just taken place. "Alright then. With the end of the voting phase, we will now begin your lecture. Class Monitor and Deputy, ensure you meet with the School Council after classes to register your names and get your badge. Your next lecturer shall come in as soon as I leave. I'm sure you know this already, but we've wasted more time than we were supposed to. The Silver and Bronze classes must have started a while ago". He arranged the textbooks that he had brought in and picked them up from the table. "I must remind you of one thing. Good conduct and good grades are what you need to remain in the Gold class. If you act irrationally, and let your class get to your head, then you will be demoted to the next class". He took a brief pause as he scanned the expressions of the thirty students he was in charge of. "Did I make myself clear?" "Yes sir!". The students chorused in unison as Professor Crockwell stepped out, while another lecturer walked in as soon as he left. A man of tall stature, and broad shoulders. He was in a black t-shirt that clung to his muscular features, and knickerbockers, with a greatsword hung over his back. "Good day, students; I will be starting your lecture on Physical Ed. My name is Crown Bishop, and I hope you do well to remember me". He said with a smile as he climbed up the podium and scanned through the classroom. A small chatter began as they acknowledged his presence with their subtle responses. "Fine then! First hurdle of the day...." "Huh? Hurdle?" One of the students, Sonia Locks, a friend of Canary asked in a confused tone while the Lecturer smiled at her. "400-meter race Warm up! Everyone to the fields!" A pin-drop silence descended on the Class as they stared at the man in utmost dismay. "Whaaaaatttt???"

Chapter 127- The New Class Monitor

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