Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Surge Of Anger
"Okay, enough jokes, but is it really true that it's all because of exercising regularly?" Sophie asked, with the word 'curiosity' written all over her face.
Rex nodded resolutely, without even blushing, and said,
"Why would I lie to you?"
Seeing his serious expression, Sophie somewhat believed him.
"Okay, it seems like this beauty has to start working out from now on," she thought to herself.
"Thank you for answering me." Saying this, she smiled charmingly and, with a playful wink, returned to her seat.
Seeing her charming smile, Rex's heart sped up a bit. There was no way anyone could resist that coquettish look.
She was like a succubus, her charm overflowing.
He was almost mesmerized. He wasn't some saint or eunuch—he was just a normal guy. Heck, he was probably more lustful than most.
Seeing her flirtatious look, the other boys in class were also stunned, some even blushing.
But before they could react, the bell rang, signaling the start of the next class.
Everyone hurriedly returned to their seats. Soon, a middle-aged professor entered, dressed in a neat suit and glasses, looking very gentle and refined.
Scanning the class, he quickly noticed Rex.
There was no way, who made him so handsome.
He was like a polished stone among rough ones.
After a brief introduction, the professor didn't say much nonsense and started the lecture.
Rex tried to focus again but just like before everything went over his head.
So, he spent the entire class bored, feeling uncomfortable, changing his posture every few seconds, and sometimes glancing around aimlessly.
Seeing him like this, the nerd girl giggled silently.
And slowly but eventually, another class passed.
He could swear that this was one of the most uncomfortable classes he had.
Just imagine sitting in an hour-long class without knowing anything.
As soon as the professor stepped out, another one entered, almost as if they had planned the switch.
And just as the professor stepped out with his front foot, another entered with his left foot, as if they planned it beforehand.
He was bit elderly with an air of authority around him adorned in gray blazer, white shirt, khaki pants and black oxford shoes
Seeing Rex, the new professor raised an eyebrow but didn't say much and began teaching right away.
But soon, Rex realized that the professor kept staring at him.
At first, he was confused.
Then, he noticed the professor's gaze fixed on his empty hands and desk.
Suddenly, he felt so embarrassed that he wished he could dig a hole and disappear.
He had been so absent-minded this morning that he had forgotten to bring anything to class—no books, no notebooks, nothing.
Seeing his flustered expression, the nerdy girl next to him found it unexpectedly funny and giggled again.
But when she noticed the professor's sharp gaze shifting in her direction, she quickly controlled herself.
Hurriedly, she pulled out a spare book from her bag and slid it over to Rex.
Rex immediately grabbed it as if clutching a life-saving straw.
He silently thanked her with his eyes.
Seeing the book in Rex's hands, the professor nodded approvingly, as if satisfied with his silent communication skills.
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The rest of the class went by uneventfully. The only difference was that Rex now had a book in his hands but still wore the same dazed expression.
As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Rex stormed out as if escaping from an asylum.
He really couldn't take it anymore. At this rate, he felt like he would die of boredom.
His speed was so fast that other students didn't even have time to notice and all they saw was a shadow brushing past them.
After finally getting out of the class, he stretched his body as if exhausted from studying.
But in reality, all he had done was exercise his eyes, by scanning the classroom repeatedly.
Just then, his stomach grumbled.
Patting his stomach, he muttered,
"Okay, okay, I know you need food, so stop making trouble."
Checking the time, he saw it was almost 12 o'clock—lunchtime.
So, following his memories, he made his way to the cafeteria.
As for why he didn't go out for food, it was because, in a top university like this, most students were either rich or on scholarships.
So, of course, the cafeteria food was top tier.
Everything was fresh, delicious, and exquisite prepared by top cooks.
Even before entering the hall, he could hear all the hustle and bustle inside and even tantalizing aroma wafted from inside.
But as soon as he stepped into the cafeteria, it seemed as if all eyes had locked onto him, as if a little lamb had inadvertently wandered into a lion's den.
He shuddered uncontrollably but forced himself to stay calm.
Constantly reminding himself, 'What's the worst that could happen? They wouldn't eat him... right? Right?'
So, pretending to be Nonchalant, he walked forward as if he hadn't noticed anything.
Looking around, he saw a bright, modern, and spacious dining hall with various seating arrangements.
There was a constant hum of conversation, the clatter of trays, and the energetic movement of students.
As he walked, he heard students speaking in different languages, reflecting the university's diversity.
Just like the students, the food was diverse.
So many dishes he couldn't even recognize.
As he reached the food station, he could see long lines at some popular stations like braised meat, fried chicken, pastas etc.
He could see steam rising from the hot dishes as students hurriedly scooped them onto their plates.
The salad bar, stocked with fresh produce, had fewer visitors—mostly girls picking through the selection.
The dessert section was filled with tempting treats, making it hard to resist taking a bite.
Rex was amazed by the sheer variety of options—meats, salads, desserts, juices, and even many unfamiliar dishes.
Tempting aromas filled the air, constantly impacting his senses, making his stomach protest again.
Seeing the long queues, he didn't want to wait too long, especially since he could feel 'malicious' energy gathering toward him.
So, he simply grabbed a grilled Chipotle Chicken Wrap—juicy grilled chicken with chipotle mayo, lettuce, tomatoes, and shredded cheddar in a whole wheat tortilla.
He also picked a Kale & Quinoa Power Salad, made of kale, red quinoa, roasted sweet potatoes, cranberries, feta cheese, and honey-lime dressing.
For drinks, he chose a Honey Citrus Iced Tea.
And for dessert, a Salted Caramel Brownie.
Just as he sat down, a group of girls immediately surrounded him, excitedly chirping around.
Thanks to lightning-fast communication, nearly everyone at the university now knew who the handsome guy really was.
So, they bombarded him with all kinds of questions, especially about his transformation and his long absence.
He politely answered a few of them and of course it was just him running his nonsense train again.
But soon, he realized that if this continued, he wouldn't even get to eat his lunch.
So, he quickly spoke up,
"Okay, beauties, can we finish our meal first and talk later?"
Hearing this, the girls immediately looked embarrassed when they realized he hadn't even touched his food yet.
"Sorry, sorry! We got too excited and didn't even notice!"
"Yeah, yeah, eat first!"
"Okay, let's disperse!"
Soon, the girls scattered to their seats.
Rex breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his non-existent sweat.
He was completely overwhelmed by their enthusiasm.
He hadn't expected American girls to be so open-minded and bold, not even caring about the eyes of others around them.
Finally, he ate his meal with relish.
It was truly worthy of a top university—Even though it couldn't rival top restaurants, it was more than satisfying for a university meal.
At least far better than regular college food.
Just as he finished eating, a discordant and sarcastic voice came from behind him.
"Hey, hey! Isn't this the sissy nerd? What are you doing here?"
"Haven't you already dropped out?"
Rex frowned and turned around to see a flashy-dressed man standing there.
The guy was about 5 feet 9 inches tall, well-built but with hollow eyes, wearing a Gucci belt, a Gucci shirt, and designer sneakers.
Surrounded by four or five lackeys, he looked just like a third-rate villain straight out of a flop movie.
Thinking about this, he couldn't help but chuckle, completely ignoring him as he didn't have time to waste with every Tom, Dick, and Harry.
So, he stood up and calmly walked past him.
Hearing the commotion, other students turned to look.
And the moment they saw who it was—Logan Whitmore—silence fell over the cafeteria.
And just as Rex walked past him, he said something that made Rex completely lose his cool.
And a surge of extreme anger rose in his chest.
(End of Chapter)