Chapter 164 - 163: Counterfeits?
But just as he was about to make his way to his seat, someone skidded to a halt in front of him, cutting him off like a traffic cone materializing out of nowhere.
It was Samuel —a skinny, hyper-energetic, self proclaimed fashion expert of the class. He was known for critiquing outfits the way food critics reviewed five-star meals—passionately, dramatically, and without mercy.
Rex blinked, and immediately took a cautious step back, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.
"What now?" he asked warily. Don’t tell me you’re here to accuse me too. I’m innocent, I swear!"
But Samuel didn’t laugh at his dry joke like the others had been. His eyes weren’t full of judgment or jealousy—no, they were zeroed in with laser-like precision... on Rex— no, not on Rex, in fact his eyes were locked on Rex’s clothes.
He leaned in slightly, squinting like an appraiser examining a rare artifact. "Wait a minute..."
Rex stiffened. "What?" he asked, but Samuel wasn’t listening.
He took another step forward, circling Rex like a hawk closing in on prey. His eyes scanning Rex from head to toe with the intensity of a fashion editor at a runway show. "Wait a minute..."
"Bro," Samuel finally breathed, eyes wide with awe. "This coat—Is this designer?"
The words sliced through the fading laughter like a blade. The room, which had only just begun to settle down after the earlier chaos, froze again. The laughter dried up like a snapped string. One moment ago, everyone had been joking, easing back into casual banter. Now? They were staring again—this time not with teasing curiosity, but with the sharp focus of bargain hunters who just stumbled onto a hidden Gucci shelf at a flea market.
In an instant everyone transformed into fashion experts, even pushing Samuel, self proclaimed fashion guru to the side.