At Class 1—D
Vaelith sat at the middle row, her golden eyes scanning the room with quiet precision. Her red hair shimmered under the soft lights as she leaned back in her chair. The class was noisy, buzzing with chatter, but she remained silent, observing.
The moment Miss Elira stepped into the room, the class went quiet. Her heels echoed sharply on the tiled floor with each confident step.
"Congratulations on clearing the Sports Festival," Miss Elira said.
"Thank you," the class responded in unison.
"I'm surprised Class C came in first," she added, eyes narrowing slightly.
"We're surprised as well," Riven muttered, scratching his head.
"But what matters is that we did our best," Ivy chimed in, smiling softly.
"Yeah!" the rest of the class agreed.
Miss Elira crossed her arms. "Be that as it may, just because you all came in second doesn't mean you should relax. You are still lacking behind."
"Yes, ma!" they all replied.
