Chapter 169 - 168: Are you trying to insult me?
Rex took the lead, confidently striding into the cafeteria as if he owned the place.
Ahem—okay, let’s not exaggerate. He just walked in like any other student... well, maybe with a bit more swagger. And a bit more confidence. And yeah, maybe he was too handsome for his own good. The kind of guy who made you question if cafeteria lighting was secretly designed just to flatter him.
As for "owning the place"? Total nonsense. That kind of over-the-top stuff only happens in novels.
...Wait.
This is a novel.
Oh. Well, in that case—yes. Let’s roll with it.
Rex strode in with the kind of aura you’d expect from an emperor returning victorious from battle, or a social media star entering a luxury fashion show where even the red carpet was trying to get his autograph.
His invisible theme music practically followed him, complete with slow-mo effects and dramatic lighting. Even the old vending machine in the corner seemed to perk up a little.
Behind him trailed the rest of the class like a noisy parade of overexcited ducklings—chattering, laughing, bumping into one another, following their ridiculously attractive, slightly smug duck-dad.
As they entered, a few students from other classes stopped mid-bite, watching the oddly synchronized group march in like a cult following their charismatic leader. Someone even whispered, "What’s going on? Is it a birthday? A flash mob?"
It wasn’t every day a full classroom marched into the cafeteria in formation. Especially not behind a single student.