"D-did he just call out Senior Noah by his name?"
"Great. While we were doing our best to avoid him, that idiot called him out upfront."
"Do they know each other? If not, it would be fun seeing that commoner get beaten by Senior Noah."
The students' murmurs, filled with confusion, annoyance, and anticipation, echoed through the hall.
Noah raised his head, his eyes moving toward Vlad in the distance. A frown appeared on his face as Vlad continued to wave at him. His expression hardened.
He lowered his head again, completely ignoring him.
And the next moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder. The fabric of his uniform rustled under the sudden weight.
"Yo, why didn't you wave back?" Vlad asked, standing beside him. He had crossed the room with surprising speed.
Another wave of gasps rippled through the students at the sheer audacity of Vlad placing his hand on Noah's shoulder. Eyes widened across the hall. He would not walk out from this even if he was a Crownbearer.
