The next day, right when Cross stepped inside their classroom, Gregor, his classmate with short blonde hair, suddenly grabbed the collar of his unbuttoned jacket.
"Yo, cheater. How did you manage to come out first in yesterday's activity?" While tightly clutching the collar of Cross' jacket, Gregor threw a piercing look at him along with the baseless accusation.
"Huh? Cheater?" Cross repeated in surprise.
He noticed all the classmates around him staring at him as if they were curious about something. He had no idea what Gregor meant about cheating, but he could eventually guess the reason for this accusation.
"Cheh!" Gregor snapped his tongue while his brows greeted each other.
"So, you're denying it. Everyone here knows that you arrived first on top of the hill because you cheat. If not, how can someone like you be victorious in that activity!? HUH!"