POV: Marcus
The hallway was dimly lit, the faint sound of students murmuring in their rooms as they desperately crammed for the midterms.
Marcus walked casually toward his room, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face.
"I am fully prepared for the exam. That's great."
He muttered to himself, but it wasn't because he had studied.
Oh no, studying was for fools who didn't understand how to manipulate their surroundings.
There were only two ways to score high marks in an exam.
The first method was the hard way—study all day, memorize formulas, practice essays, drown yourself in books.
"That's not my type."
The second method?
"Study less… and distract others."
Marcus' smirk widened as he turned a corner, finding Ren waiting for him outside his room.
"You got them?" Marcus asked.
Ren, holding a thick stack of papers, grinned. "Oh yeah. High-quality, too."