Chapter 7: Classroom Chaos and the Transfer Student’s Flex

Yuuji stood in front of Lecture Hall A-3, staring at the ornate wooden doors like they were the gates to purgatory. And maybe they were. First class of the week. First official class in a fantasy academy where everyone either had money, power, or a royal last name.

He tugged his collar. It was too tight. His nerves buzzed like a broken mana circuit.

"Relax," he muttered. "You’re not a student. You’re a tutor. Which means you can just... sit quietly and avoid eye contact."

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