The chatter in Junior Class 1A gradually subsided as a tall, wiry man walked into the classroom. He carried an air of authority, his sharp eyes sweeping across the students with practiced precision. The students, known for their genius and confidence, sat up straighter. They knew better than to cross someone like him.
“Ahm,” he began, clearing his throat. “Now, class, my name is Mr. Ben. I am your new science teacher. Let’s not waste time. I have a challenge for you.”
The students’ eyes lit up. Challenges were their playground, especially in 1A, the crown jewel of the first-year junior classes. It wasn’t just a class; it was a battleground of intellect.“If anyone can give me the perfect answer to my question,” Mr. Ben continued, his voice steady, “they will become the class leader.”
A badge of honor among the junior students. Everyone wanted to be the best, and the class leader represented that status.
“Okay,” Mr. Ben said, clasping his hands behind his back.