ushernet Chapter 721: The Boy That Turned Down The Council President
Chapter 721: The Boy That Turned Down The Council President
Chapter 721: The Boy That Turned Down The Council President
As the instructor concluded the briefing with final instructions on how the students would be departing the island later in the day, he stepped down from the podium. The other instructors followed him, filing out of the hall without another word.
The moment they left, the room came alive with movement. Students quickly formed clusters, their voices overlapping as they exchanged hurried conversations. Northern stood still, his gaze sweeping across the hall, noting how groups of four naturally began to emerge from the larger crowd.
'Humans are quick to act...'
It was slightly amusing to watch. But just like them, he also had to act. Northern exhaled softly. As he was about to turn, someone approached him—a student with rough brown hair and a vibrant face, highlighted by the little freckles that caressed his cheeks.
The boy beamed with an arrogant look in his eyes.
"You look tough, wanna join our team?"
He pointed over his shoulder, where two others stood together. There was something similar about the two of them that Northern could see instantly.
They too were being ostracized like the non-combative school, even though they wore uniforms of the combative school. They stood together, their hands tensely clenched in front and heads bowed while they tentatively stole glances toward their teammate's direction.
Northern then took another look at the boy, this time in a different light. The boy indeed perfectly portrayed himself to be a tough and confident individual, and he was probably as strong as he was trying to look.
Northern appreciated the effort, but if he was going to follow him, he would follow only him -the other two terribly made his value as a choice drop.
Northern smiled and said in a very polite tone, "I appreciate the effort despite seeing that I am a member of the non-combative school."
The freckled boy's smile beamed even more vibrantly, his eyes optimistic... no, definite-of a positive response.
"...But I am sorry, I cannot join your team."
The boy's eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to process what he'd just heard. His confident demeanor faltered for the first time, replaced by a flicker of confusion.
"What? You're turning me down?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
He crossed his arms, his freckled cheeks darkening slightly-whether from embarrassment or irritation, Northern couldn't tell.
"Do you even realize what you're saying? I mean... you're from the non-combative school. This isn't exactly an everyday offer."
He paused, clearly expecting Northern to reconsider. However, Northern just stared at him blankly. The boy scoffed lightly, his earlier grin twisting into something sharper.
"Look, I was just trying to help you out. Not many people are willing to team up with... well, your kind. You should've jumped at this chance."
The boy took a step back, shaking his head like Northern had made the worst decision of his life.
"Fine. Suit yourself. But don't come running to me when you realize what a mistake you've made."
Northern sighed and turned the other way. Aster threw his hand in the air, waving as their eyes met. In that instant, he approached Northern with the other two starchasers who had been going through a crucible of redefinition for a couple of nights.
The thing was... the moment the student council approached a student of the non-combative
school, everyone was already staring and muttering.
"Huh? Who is he?"
"Damn, he is so lucky."
"The council president is ever so benevolent."
"The council president is an amazing person really."
"But dang, I wish I was him..."
Northern heard some of the mutterings; some were too low to be heard. He sighed after his
short pause and looked at the president with a straight face.
"I'm sorry, president. I already have a team."
"What?!" The girl with the large eyes was the one who responded-with intense shock.
Her shock began to ripple across the crowd.
"Why would anyone... anyone in their right minds refuse the president's offer?"
"He's a fool, that's for sure."
"Forget losing, this dude is arrogant, he's gonna die in the rift..."
And on and on, the students kept muttering, slowly dismissing themselves.
Everyone on the president's team was equally as shocked as the large-eyed girl. Of course, they did not look forward to getting replaced, but none of them could understand it either. The boy with auburn hair and heterochromatic eyes stepped forward, a corner of his lips
twitching.
"Boy, maybe you don't understand. Alita is the strongest drifter in this school; she is the student council president."
Northern stared at them indifferently and gave the same response.
"I understand that. But I am fine on my own."
He turned and walked away with his cohort.
It was very difficult for the vice president to erase the shock on his face.
'Are students of the non-combative school usually this stupid?'