Chapter 40: Pervert Girl

“Yes, although we don’t have many members. Do you want to join?”

Marcus was surprised by Lucas’s sudden interest.

Lucas thought for a moment. During his years under his mother’s wings, there were few things he liked to do. One of those things was to climb. The higher, the better he felt.

Adrenaline running through the body, making you feel light. The fear that the slightest mistake could cause his death was not bad, since he had been through many situations like this during his life. The feeling of success when you finally reach the peak and look down to see everything you’ve climbed.

Lucas would be lying if he said he was not tempted. Seeing the expectation in Marcus’s eyes only increased his desire to join.

“Can I visit first and see what it looks like?”

A thought crossed Lucas’s mind, however. In the end, it was a school club, it’s not like they climb challenging things. If he is going to join just to climb walls twenty meters high, he prefers not to join.

“Of course, you are welcome. Today there is no meeting, unfortunately, but I can give you a complete explanation of our activities at lunch. Come and meet me at the cafeteria ... Wait, do you know where the cafeteria is?”

When Lucas planned to answer, however, a man entered the room, and soon after, the students also entered. One by one, the students sat down, and the man began to speak.

“Enough talk, let’s focus on class.”

In a low voice, Lucas replied that he knew where the cafeteria was, although he simply planned to ask someone later. His voice, however, reached the ears of the teacher, who approached in silence and said.

“Lucas, right?”

Lucas got up from the table and responded politely.

“Yes.”

The teacher looked at Lucas’s face for a few seconds, his expression stern. After snorting in a low voice, he turned and said.

“In my class, I do not tolerate any talk out of time. You can only speak when I give permission. Do you understand?”

Lucas didn’t answer and just sat down. Sensing Lucas’s lack of response, the teacher, who had walked over to the board, turned again and spoke, this time out loud, almost shouting.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

Lucas nodded silently in response to the words of the teacher, who again spoke out loud.

“I DIDN’T HEAR YOUR ANSWER, STUDENT LUCAS!!”

Lucas looked at Marcus, his eyes showing his confusion. He didn’t know what to do. The teacher had just said that he could not speak without his permission, and without giving that permission, he asked for a vocal response.

Marcus smiled bitterly but he didn’t help. Lucas then stood up and answered loudly.

“YES SIR!!”

The students couldn’t help themselves and started laughing. The way Lucas spoke it looked like he was a soldier responding to his superior. The teacher was furious with the laughter of the students and his eyes roamed the room. With a look, the students were silent, showing the respect he has in class.

The teacher approached again. Looking at Lucas with cold eyes, he said.

“Very funny, student Lucas. Were you a comedian before you came to study here?”

“NO SIR!!”

Some students laughed again, but with a look, they stopped laughing, and the teacher spoke again.

“You are also brave ... The principal asked the teachers to ignore anything strange about you since you have never studied at a school before, which means there may be some things you do not understand. He even warned us about your possible lack of respect for teachers, but I didn’t think it was at this level...”

The teacher then slapped the table. The sound was loud enough that even the surrounding rooms could hear it.

“I’m going to make one thing very clear, Lucas. In my classroom, I am the king. This means that my words are real decrees. Do you understand that, or is it too difficult for your little head to understand?”

Lucas remained stoic on the outside, but inside, he was rolling his eyes. He hadn’t done anything, and the teacher already seemed to have a predisposition to hate him.

Before even making the joke, which was unintentional, the teacher already seemed to despise him. The second time was with the thought of “it’s already bad, it can’t get any worse”. He even thought about making a third joke now, but he felt it wasn’t worth it, so he responded normally.

“I understand, teacher.”

The teacher snorted again and turned to start the class. He was a history teacher, and without any regard for Lucas, he started the class where the class stopped last time.

Lucas paid close attention in class. It was a new experience, a class where his mother was not the teacher. The minutes passed, and the teacher’s animosity towards Lucas seemed to have lessened when he saw him concentrating on the lesson.