Chapter 3: The lost causes
I stared at the system message in front of me.
[Introduce yourself as Class C's instructor.]
Seemed easy enough. Except Class C had the worst reputation in the academy. If half the rumors were true, this was going to be a nightmare.
I sighed, grabbed my coat, and headed for the classroom.
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Class C was shoved into the old part of the academy. The hallways were dim, the walls had cracks, and the door looked like it was barely holding together.
I pushed it open.
The place was a mess.
A huge guy was arm-wrestling someone while another cheered them on. A girl sat on the windowsill flipping a book in her hand. Two students were shouting at each other over a book, and in the corner, someone was asleep like none of this mattered.
No one even looked at me.
I cleared my throat. "Alright, shut up."