Chapter 20. Divine Milk Tanks!
With a wide smirk and newfound confidence, I strutted into the Hunter's Academy, my hands tucked into the pockets of my freshly ironed uniform. I had combed my black hair just right, letting it fall slightly over my eyes to give me that mysterious yet undeniably cool look.
Honestly? I was breathtaking. Or at least, that's what I thought. But for some reason, I didn't get the reaction I was expecting from the other students.
No gasps of admiration. No heads turning in awe.
Just those same old, uninterested glances before they went about their business.
Where were the hushed whispers? The flustered stares?
"Wow... is that Asher?"
"He looks fine as hell today."
"If he's up for it, I'd even let him smash."
That was the kind of reaction I was hoping for! But apparently, it only existed in my fantasies. Well, whatever. Not like I expected these goofballs to recognize a rare gem when they saw one.
I walked into my classroom, and as expected, the only people who reacted to my presence were, of course, the four-eyed idiot and his two equally idiotic friends.
What was his name again? Ad—no, Eldwin? Ugh... damn it, I forgot.