Bab 120: The Past - Part 3

People want to be the best—right?

I sat alone in a cold, secluded classroom. Around me were rows of empty chairs, around me were rows of empty tables, and around me were rows with no one in sight. 'You've finished all the work already, haven't you? I don't have anything else for you to do. You can go into the classroom next door and do what you like. I trust you.'

Those were the last words I heard before I was banished to this lonely, empty classroom. The colourful posters around the room did nothing but add to the isolation. I could just barely hear the distant chatter from the other class. The pure white table in front of me was all that filled my eyes for the time being.

This was a reward, right?