"It appears you're adjusting well," Quilly finally lifted her head, her sharp eyes scrutinizing the student before her, who seemed visibly uneasy. "Gale Watts has a complex layout, and you got lost. That's why I arranged for a student to accompany you. So, apart from being half an hour late, do you have any other reasons?"
Oh, he hadn't thought of a reason for his lateness.
Originally, he had planned to say, "What's the big deal about being late?"
"Uh, I didn't get lost on campus, but I had trouble finding the office. It was crowded with students returning to class, and I have a terrible sense of direction..."
Zachary found himself at a loss for words when he met Quilly's calm gaze. Of course, his sense of direction wasn't poor; it could even be described as exceptional, as Quilly had witnessed on many occasions before.
After all, in the haunted maze of the amusement park, he had located Quilly, who had intentionally been separated and placed in th
Gale Watts Cafeteria has two levels, with the first floor designated for students and the second for teachers. The cafeteria provides a diverse range of food options that appear to be higher quality than those at his workplace. "I had hoped he would lay low for a while, but it seems that it only took a few days for his true colors to resurface." Since Zachary became part of the "representative's crew" group, he had quietly conversed with the three boys. Now curious, he joined their group chat and asked, "Did anything happen during his absence?" "It's about the incident where some boys from our class wandered near Turner Lake over the weekend and fell into the water." The boys eagerly shared the case details, embellishing it with subjective assumptions drawn from extensive discussions on the Gale Watts forum. Having read the incident report and signed off on the case, the Assistant listened attentively. He occasionally chimed in with phrases like "Really?" and "What happened next?"
He turned around unexpectedly, and Zachary jokingly said, "I couldn't stand idly by and watch injustice. I had to play the hero, just like you. We find ourselves in a similar predicament, don't we?"Zander French was momentarily taken aback before finally comprehending. "You're the one from earlier this morning..."Zachary nodded and smiled. "We're not sure whom he's searching for in the cafeteria, but it's either you or me. To be safe, let's lay low here for a while."Zander French hesitated for a moment. Given the appearance and demeanor of his rescuer, romantic implications were the furthest thing from his mind. He nodded in agreement.Corey Huff went to the office to collect some assignments. During the lunch break, it was common for teachers to head home for a meal or run errands, returning before the first-afternoon class. However, on this particular day, the homeroom teacher, who was usually absent during this time, sat at her desk, engrossed in wr
In the series of disappearances caused by shadow spirits, Zachary only caught the tail end of it. When he was on a rescue mission, so he had no fear of being recognized by the victims.After extracting the information from Zander, the conversation flowed smoothly. Firstly, he had recently performed a heroic act, and good deeds were duly rewarded. Secondly, Zander had been pulled into the water by the shadow spirits before and quickly lost consciousness. However, as someone directly involved, he still carried remnants of the "extraordinary" in his subconscious, which occasionally startled him at unexpected moments.An ordinary person tainted by the "extraordinary" is like inadvertently grabbing hold of a rope from another world, establishing a "connection." It takes time for the residual effects to gradually fade away until the rope naturally breaks, completely severing ties with the extraordinary world and returning to the ordinary realm.The influence that had
Quilly Ara's laughter always had a restrained quality, giving off an impression of careful analysis, much like her unassuming manner. She remarked, "Just to keep you informed, let me give you a heads-up... The second rule of etiquette is to 'Respect your teachers and never challenge or assault the faculty.'"Zachary chuckled, "Well, as you put it... all I saw was a pile of useless papers if you ask me."Quilly Ara laughed, which could even be described as "mild." The lenses of her glasses reflected a cool green glow from the computer screen. She said, "You came prepared. You should know that this is Gale Watts with me, and you're in my Class Nine."She never resorted to cursing words or threatening tones, but she had always stirred up trouble.Zachary pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth as a distant memory suddenly struck him. Being unconventional, he never appreciated the beauty of sophisticated flowers or had any interest in tasteless ice c
Zachary's routine on campus involves attending classes and finding ways to unwind, like browsing online forums and chatting with classmates. After classes, he takes leisurely strolls around the campus, leveraging his social skills to make friends and engage in casual conversations while waiting for his target to finish their tasks and return to class. However, this strategy doesn't apply when it comes to a particular homeroom teacher. Can't he avoid them?With a casual flick, Zachary skillfully hangs a broom on a cleaning corner and proudly claps his hands. "Let's go. By the way, Representative, I can't seem to find the fountain pen I bought two days ago. Have you seen it? It's a dark green pen with a gradient ink, and the cap has a blue dragon engraved on it. It's a special collaboration edition with the Camacho City Museum."Corey Huff ponders for a moment and shakes his head. "Maybe you left it at home?""Well, I'll go back and look for it later. I'll see you tomorrow for now!"At
The information provided to him by Lawson Wright revolved around renowned cases associated with the "extraordinary." Although it appeared intricate, he suspected a blend of truth and falsehood, lacking comprehensive details.Seemingly remarkable occurrences could merely be coincidences or accidents, while seemingly ordinary events might conceal genuine enigmas.Having spent over a week with Gale Watts, Zachary was unaware of the complete extent of the mission's objective due to the target's ongoing recovery. His primary focus involved observing the attitudes of his teachers and classmates, much like Isla Brock's closest friend. They didn't perceive anything amiss, but often sighed upon witnessing Georgia Brock lose her temper and scold her son.Regarding his desk mate, nothing out of the ordinary occurred after the initial day.Next were instances of items being relocated or lost. Class Nine struggled to catch any fish, prompting an expansion of his investigation throughout the entire
Quilly Ara wasn't donned in a typical women's attire. A long, beige overcoat swirled around her legs as she clasped a cup of coffee. From a few yards away, Zachary could discern the familiar bitter aroma. She stood under the diffused glow of a streetlight, with a few strands of messy hair falling onto her shoulder. Her once sharp edges seemed softer, giving Zachary an illusion of gentleness. Zachary guessed it was an iced Americano she was holding. He casually glanced back. The park was unobstructed by shadows, and meticulously aligned windows seemed to ridicule Gale Watts' concealed secrets, all dispersed by the overpowering scent of bitter coffee. "Just strolling around," Zachary stood up and greeted in a familiar manner, "How about you?" Quilly Ara was always a woman of few words, "Just strolling around." Her usual aloof tone eased Zachary's fleeting confusion. Zachary gave her a sidelong glance, "Quite a coincidence to bump into each other at this hour. Seems like there's some
During his high school years, Zachary didn't stand out in any particular subjects nor did he specialize in any specific field. However, his performance across all subjects remained consistently above average, resulting in commendable overall grades. He didn't display much enthusiasm for these subjects, with the exception of chemistry to some extent. It wasn't a deep passion for chemistry, to be exact. Rather, it was during chemistry class when the teacher conducted experiments that his interest sparked.Chemistry experiments fascinated him with their captivating and visually stunning transformations. They didn't require much effort to appreciate; anyone with eyes could capture the vibrant and colorful displays. The allure of chemistry surpassed the dry words and equations found in other subjects. Oh, if only all students felt the same way.Zachary had been eagerly anticipating a chemistry experiment for quite some time. Unfortunately, due to the fast-paced curriculum, it was regrettab