Wait, someone suddenly stopped Amon and challenged him to a duel, and the challenger was a sophomore?
"What's the matter? Are you not a genius? Are you afraid of me?"
The boy who spoke was called Jorge. He wasn't very tall, at 174 cm and a little malnourished with dark circles in his eyes. He pointed his finger towards Amon's face while emitting an air of arrogance around him.
The group of people who came with him laughed as they mocked Amon. They were all sophomore boys. Honestly, they wanted to beat him up, make him know his place, knowing that there was always someone more powerful, or something like that.
Of course, this was a lie. They were just jealous, as Amon was always surrounded by pretty girls, and seeing him walking with a hot girl with fiery red hair so intimately, as well noting many students praising him in many of the conversations lately, only fanned their jealousy flames.
Amon remained calm and indifferent.