Fake name

With 27 years of experience acting like a slacker, Zachary had honed his skills to seamlessly embody his true nature inside and out.

He deftly unzipped his school uniform and rolled up his sleeves, holding a chilled cola from the vending machine in his hand. Sporting a mischievous expression, he lightly knocked on the door without waiting for a response and boldly entered the room, perfectly capturing the essence of his slacker persona.

"Come in."

The sound of the door opening collided with a cold and malicious voice, causing an instant pause.

That voice.

Why does it sound so familiar? They locked eyes simultaneously. Zachary, about to open the cap of his cola and take a sip, continuing his rebellious act, suddenly met the gaze of those all-too-familiar cold eyes. In that moment, those eyes widened slightly, reflecting a glint of light on the lenses, cutting the strings controlling Zachary's puppetry just as he was about to step onto the stage. The

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