As he spoke, Zebulon's eyes kept darting toward Naomi.
He knew she couldn't stand it.
In the past, whenever he said things like that, Naomi would shamelessly tag along.
No matter how much she disliked their games, she would just sit quietly in a corner, never daring to cause any trouble.
But now, Zebulon couldn't even see her face.
Naomi was sitting perfectly straight in her seat, as if she hadn't heard a single thing he said.
Zebulon was furious. What started as an act to get a reaction now felt like a necessity.
He pulled Tiffany close, planted a kiss on her cheek, and said with feigned excitement, "Let's go, babe!"
With that, he and Tiffany hurried out of the classroom.
The other students watched the drama unfold with mixed expressions of envy and disdain. Patricia, however, was fuming.
"Can't they go show off somewhere else? What is this nonsense!"
Her words resonated with many of the other students.
They had all spent years of their lives studying hard to get into this prestigious university. For them, getting a good education was their only path forward. They normally kept to themselves, coexisting peacefully with the rich kids who treated school like a social club.
But lately, Zebulon and his crew had been constantly showing up in their classroom, disrupting their studies and breaking their concentration. How could anyone be okay with that?
As a result, several students approached Naomi, pleading with her to get Zebulon and his friends under control.
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