Soon, he found himself standing in front of the classroom door again.
This time, no one stopped him. No surprise greetings. No ominous warnings.
Smooth sailing.
He pushed open the door, half-expecting to sneak in quietly.
Instead—
Silence.
A sudden hush fell over the entire room. Every student turned their head toward him in perfect sync, eyes wide like they'd just spotted a national treasure walking through the door.
He froze mid-step.
"…Huh?"
His eyes darted around the room.
'What the hell just happened? Did I step into the wrong class?'
He glanced at the number above the door. Nope, this was the right one.
'Then what's with the stares? What did I do now?'
Just as he was trying to process the room's weird silence, one of his bad friends trotted over with a grin and immediately slung an arm around Rex's neck—then tightened it like a noose.