Inna glared at the sky blue eyes that stared back at her. But after a few moments, she heard a cough behind her back, making her lose the mini-staring contest.

"Would you please excuse me, Miss. I have a cla.s.s to teach."

A teacher clad in a white robe raised an eyebrow at Inna as he impatiently tapped his foot.

Inna realized that she was blocking the doorway so she quickly apologized and decided to find a vacant seat.

She sat from the other side of where those annoying blue eyes were. And she knew it was a good choice because she can already feel the poutiness and amus.e.m.e.nt emitting from the stare she's receiving.

Despite its piercing stare, it only took her a few minutes where she was finally able to stop herself from being so distracted. In those few minutes, the teacher was preparing for his lecture. And as soon as he was started his lecture, Inna took out her notebooks, which were actually papers weaved together, and her quill pen. And, with these on her desk, she tried to take down notes like a good student.

But, the keyword there was 'tried.'

She glared in hatred at the teacher in front of the room as her pen moved non-stop. That's because she barely can keep up with the words the teacher was spouting off.

He was basically spouting twenty words per second!

Inna's glare intensified as she felt her hands start to feel funny.

f.u.c.k Eminem, this guy's the new Rap G.o.d.

After a few minutes, she felt her hand cramp up and she decided to finally end her suffering. She slammed the quill pen down as she stifled a scream of pain.

Cramps! f.u.c.king cramps!

I'll never again write notes in this cla.s.s! EVER!

Inna grumbled her complaints as she tried to ma.s.sage her cramped hand. While she was busy nursing her hand cramp, she didn't notice a figure crawling on the ground, slowly making his way to her seat.

When the chair beside Inna started to creak, she finally noticed Raghnall on the floor beside her.

"What are you doing?"

Inna hissed out, trying to suppress her groans of pain.

Raghnall flashed her a hurried smile before carefully sitting down on the seat beside Inna.

"I was crawling because the teacher might notice me, especially now that I'm transferring from one side to the other."

Inna raised an eyebrow at his reply.

"But, why are you even here? Don't you have your own cla.s.ses to attend to?"

Raghnall grinned.

"Our cla.s.ses are mostly optional. Usually we get a test before cla.s.s and if we pa.s.s it, then we're given the choice to stay or not. And since, your truly, is a genius, almost all cla.s.ses are optional for me."

Inna's ears perked up at the word 'almost.'

"Almost all cla.s.ses? Does that mean you have one where you failed? The self-proclaimed genius has failed something? Can you even be called a genius with that failure?"

Raghnall playfully glared at her.

"I'm sure you'll fail heavily in that test even if you transferred all of my points into yours."

Inna raised an eyebrow at his remark.

"Oh really now? Me? Fail? I may be weak, but I'm good at cheating."

Raghnall's eyes widened as he looked at her in disbelief.

"You—!!! No sane person would ever admit that out loud! How could you even say that so proudly?!"

Inna grinned in amus.e.m.e.nt.

"You see, when I cheat, I actually learn something along the way, you know? It's not my fault the teachers are boring. And I don't cheat during tests all the time! Only when I need help… which is like, 90% of the time… But even though, what matters is that it helps me learn!"

Raghnall blatantly looked at her with skepticism and Inna was starting to get annoyed by his accusing and judgmental gaze.

"Look here, when I cheat, I really do learn something! I tend to retain the knowledge unlike others who study then after the test, they forget!"

"Heck, I can even give you a sample!"

"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell!"

Raghnall's face became filled with confusion.

"Mito-what? Power of the houses and cell? Wha—"

Inna ignored his reaction as she cut him off.

"See? Can you at least give me some credit for that? What matters is that I learned something for the long run!"

Raghnall figured that the statement earlier was one of her crazy ramblings again so he decided to just ignore it.

"Well, no matter how good you are at that, there's still no way you can score higher than I would in the test of the subject I failed."

"Is that a challenge?"

Inna's tone held a tinge of excitement and confidence as she smirked. Although she didn't know what subject they both were talking about, she didn't care because she was simply just getting riled up due to the pent up boredom in her body.

Hearing this, Raghnall really wanted to laugh.

Oh, if only she knew…

Faced with the eager expression of Inna, he had no choice but to withhold his laughter as he replied.

"Well, it's a challenge if you actually have a chance of winning. But this? Oh no, this is just called a 'miracle.' "

Inna's face scrunched up in annoyance.

"Humph, tell you what, find a way for me to take that test! I'll show you who can score higher than who! If I succeed, you will have to scream at the top of your lungs, 'Inna is a genius' in the campus five times!"

Inna gazed at him with curiosity and confidence in her eyes.

Ha, this is better than staying in this room and listening to a rapper discuss about the human body and magic!

Raghnall's interest was piqued in her conditions.

"And if you lose, what will you do?"

Inna thought for a moment.

"I will kiss..... a frog!"

Raghnall's eyes widened in horror. A frog is one of the most poisonous beings in Anemoly! What is this girl thinking?!

"No, no! Don't do that, you ignorant ninny!"

He scolded her as he tried to think of an amusing condition.

"Uhm, how about this... You dance any dance in the campus for ten minutes!"

Inna found his condition too easy since she usually do that in malls.

But then again, she's sure as heck not complaining to him!

"So, please do enlighten me the name of that subject that you failed on?"

She raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the backrest of her seat with a relaxed posture.

She failed to see Raghnall's look of smugness and amus.e.m.e.nt rolled into one as he replied.

"Anemolian Laws, Social Morals, and Etiquette."