Ivy wasn’t born curious for nothing. She could be reckless at times. And what she was curious about right now was all about the mysterious transferee. Their homeroom teacher did not even pay attention to him the whole time, aside from the introduction wherein she just nodded her head towards him.
At that moment, she was sure that their teacher had seen him. Everyone saw it. And if the others could let it slide just like that, Ivy was different. She needed to know the reason why. Someone needed to tell her what the hell was going on.
Ivy could not focus the whole morning. Nothing much happened, though. Their homeroom teacher just went on and explained some important rules about the match-up orientation. After the orientation, that was when they would be sorted out by rank.
When lunchtim
