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THE DIPLOMAT: The School Rogues

Upon hearing it, Jerson cringed. He nodded to show some reverence yet Jordan didn’t bother to show him the same amenity. Jordan just sauntered while grabbing Noah’s arm, ignoring his presence as if Jerson is just a dog’s piss.

Jerson looked at the two men’s fading figures. “What a twerp,” he whispered.

Jerson sighed while entering the classroom. The room could be compared to a studio. The stage for the professors to stand in while lecturing was in front near the door while the seats could be compared to stairs that were getting higher by each column. It was a typical style in Korean classrooms in colleges. It is also common among Americans.

However, the classroom wasn’t coordinated. Students were leaning their feet against the desk. The classroom is a mess. Jerson could smell some awful smell and he could only count the students in his fingers.

One of the students threw a ballpen to him that smelled like overdue food. It smells sickening. Witho
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