Chapter 16: Making an Entrance
The classroom buzzed with excitement, the chatter growing louder as Malik Tyson stepped inside. He could feel their eyes on him—curious, awestruck, and occasionally judgmental. It wasn't every day that someone like him walked into their world. But Malik wasn't fazed. He had been through bigger battles than this, both in his past life and his current one.
The teacher, a no-nonsense man with salt-and-pepper hair named Mr. Carter, clapped his hands to get the class's attention. "All right, everyone, settle down. We've got a new student today. Please give a warm welcome to Malik Tyson."
The murmurs increased, a ripple of recognition spreading through the room. Malik's reputation—both as Mike Tyson's son and the viral boxing prodigy—had already preceded him.
Malik nodded at Mr. Carter before stepping to the front of the class. He stood tall, his athletic frame and confident posture commanding the room. Despite his composed exterior, a small part of him felt the weight of their expectations, but he quickly brushed it off.
"Uh, hey," he started, his deep voice steady but casual. "I'm Malik Tyson. Yeah, Mike Tyson is my dad. And yeah, I box. But I'm here to graduate, just like all of you."
The class stared, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief.
"I know some of y'all are curious," Malik continued, glancing around the room, "but I'm not here to fight anybody in gym class or give you a play-by-play of my life. I just want to finish school, so let's keep it simple, all right?"
A few students laughed nervously, breaking the tension. Malik's honesty and straightforward attitude seemed to win them over, at least partially.
"Thank you, Malik," Mr. Carter said with a nod. "You can take a seat. We're starting with our first assignment for today."
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Malik slid into an empty desk in the front row, placing his notebook and pen on the table. He had chosen the front for a reason—it was the best way to show he was serious about his education.
The lesson began, but Malik wasn't paying much attention. Not because it was hard, but because it wasn't. As a reincarnator, he already knew the material like the back of his hand. The nuances of grammar, the themes of literature, the endless vocabulary drills—it was all ingrained in him from his past life.
As Mr. Carter wrote on the board about To Kill a Mockingbird, Malik casually answered every question thrown his way.
"Malik," Mr. Carter said, turning to him with raised eyebrows, "you seem to have a good grasp of the text. Did you read this before joining us?"
"Something like that," Malik replied with a grin. "I guess it just stuck with me."
The class chuckled, a few students sneaking glances at him. It wasn't long before his classmates realized something: Malik Tyson wasn't just a celebrity kid. He was sharp, focused, and far from the stereotypical "jock" they might have expected.
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By the time the bell rang, Malik had cemented himself as a mystery in their eyes. The son of a boxing legend, a viral sensation, and now, apparently, an academic whiz? Whispers followed him as he walked into the hallway.
"He's like... good at everything."
"Do you think he's just pretending to be chill?"
"Man, he's probably been tutored his whole life."
Malik ignored the noise, keeping his focus forward. He wasn't here to impress them, and he certainly wasn't about to spill his secret—that he was living with knowledge far beyond his years.
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Back in the classroom, Mr. Carter watched Malik leave with a thoughtful expression. It wasn't every day he got a student like this—someone who seemed to know the answers before the questions were even asked. There was more to Malik Tyson than met the eye, and Mr. Carter couldn't help but wonder what had brought him here, to this classroom, now.
As Malik headed to his next class, he smirked to himself. High school wasn't going to be a challenge—not academically, at least. But blending in, keeping his reincarnation a secret, and staying focused on his goal? That might be the real fight.