There was still more than half an hour before evening self-study began, and people were already being rearranged in the classroom, with the seats being moved along with their desks, and the noise filled the entire corridor.
Aiden King came in from the back door. The room was in a mess, and only the corner by the window looked like an isolated island.
Someone on the island was lying in the same old position.
That's the person who got a perfect arithmetic progression on the test.
He dragged the box over and bumped it against the table, "Get up."
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