o_oWELL NOT EXACTLY HIS FIRST DAY o_o

Ronan stepping class with students of eager faces. As he entered, the sounds of conversation faded, replaced by a curious silence. Every student turned to him, eyes with admiration. Whispers spread like wildfire: "There's Ronan! He is the one who saved us from those terrorist"

Alex followed behind, aware of the collective gaze that shifted between the two of them. He could sense the admiration not just for Ronan but also for himself, the 'best student' in their class, known for his intellect and prowess. It filled him with a mix of pride and embarrassment.

"Looks like we're celebrities now," Ronan said, a smirk on his face as they walked toward their seats at the middle of the class.

"Yeah, I can see that" Alex replied, unable to hide his smile. "Everyone's talking about you. And don't forget, they're saying I'm the best in class too. Guess we make quite the team, huh?"

Ronan chuckled, with mischief. "The dynamic duo: the hero and the genius! But let's not get too caught up in the fame. We've got classes to get through."

They settled into their seats, the chatter of their classmates rising once more as they exchanged stories and opinions about the recent events. Ronan leaned closer to Alex, a playful glint in his eyes.

"So, what classes are we looking at today?" Ronan asked, pulling out his notebook.

"I think it's nuclear physics first," Alex replied, glancing at the syllabus. "I'm really looking forward to it."

"Ok," Ronan said, feigning enthusiasm. "Reminder for you, don't worry about my intrest studies, okay? Whatever they teach, I have more knowledge than them. I came here to enjoy my time here."

Alex laughed, shaking his head. "I know about you, alright. Wait actually, I wanted to ask you something important…" He hesitated, searching for the right words, but before he could continue.

The lecturer comes in, and an immediate silence all over the room. "Good morning everyone. Today, we'll dive into nuclear physics," he announced, his voice commanding.

Alex's focus shifted entirely to the lecturer, who launched into an intricate explanation of atomic structures. Alex leaned forward, soaking in every detail, his pen flying across the paper as he took notes. while Ronan's attention drifted.

Instead of following along, he flipped to a blank page in his notebook and began to scribble complex codes and equations.

Curiosity arouse in Alex's mind as he glanced at Ronan's notes. The intricate symbols and numbers made no sense to him, but he opted to ignore it, focusing instead on the lecture.

As the professor explains a particularly complicated diagram, Alex's gaze darted back to Ronan, who seemed completely unfazed by the lecture.

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"Ronan," he whispered, but Ronan was lost in thought.

"Ronan!" Alex tried again, but Ronan remained absorbed in his own world.

The class continued, and the lecture flowed seamlessly, but Alex found his mind drifting between the lessons and the enigma of his friend beside him. He admired Ronan's genius but wondered what thoughts occupied his mind, hoping to connect with him later when the lecture was over.

As the bell rang, Ronan closed his notebook with a satisfied smile, obviously he did something.

"Ready for the next one?" he asked, turning to Alex.

"Yeah, let's go," Alex replied, still curious about what Ronan had been doing on his notes but decidies to let it go for now.

As they stood to leave, the admiration of their classmates still in the air, acting as reminder that Ronan was their hero.

As the next class "Combat Systems and Applications" began The room was filled with various weapon parts, creating an environment that buzzed with anticipation.

Ronan turned to Alex. "What happens in this class?"

Alex smiled, excitement lighting up his face. "This is like a lab. They'll teach us about the parts, then guide us on how to assemble one weapon. After that, we get to test fire it at the shooting range."

Ronan raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What if the weapon isn't properly made? Won't that risk injury?"

"Don't worry about it," Alex reassured him. "The instructors check everything before we fire."

As the lecture commenced, Ronan found a seat in front of a box filled with parts. The lecturer began explaining the components of the weapon system, and Alex listened intently, scribbling notes. Ronan, however, felt his interest wane. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he started assembling the gun while the lecturer continued with the lesson.

With remarkable speed, Ronan pieced the weapon together. Suddenly, without warning, he fired at the target. The bullet zipped through the air, narrowly missing his classmates and striking the target with a resounding thud. The machine declared a "Perfect Score."

A stunned silence fell over the classroom. The lecturer, eyes wide in disbelief, demanded, "Mr. Arcanveil, why did you fire?"

Ronan with a hint of mischief in his smile. "Wasn't this what I was supposed to do? I assembled the gun quickly and aimed for the target."

The lecturer, still processing the situation, replied incredulously, "Next time, please don't repeat this. We first assemble the weapon, then I check the quality before you fire."

Ronan nodded, a bit sheepishly. "I didn't quite get the teaching style here; I might have mixed it up with my past instructors' methods."

The lecturer muttered under his breath, bewildered. "Who teaches like that?"

The students, caught between shock, fear, and admiration, exchanged glances. Alex leaned in, a grin spreading across his face. "You did it again."

The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch, and Ronan and Alex made their way to the cafeteria. The smell of various foods filled the air as students chattered and laughed around them. They found a table and sat down.

As Ronan took a big bite of his burger, Alex leaned, his expression serious. "Ronan, I need your advice about something."

"Yeah? What's up?" Ronan mumbled through a mouthful of food.

Before Alex could respond, a girl approached their table, her gaze fixed on him. "Hey! What did you decide finally?" she asked, a mix of curiosity and expectation in her voice.

Caught off guard, Alex suddenly coughed on his food. "Let me plan it first!" he spluttered, his cheeks flushing.

The girl raised an eyebrow with serious face. "Fine, but don't take too long!" With a quick sudden look towards Ronan. She was suprised so she turned and walked away.

Alex's gaze shifted back to Ronan, his eyes wide with urgency. "You've got to help me now."

Ronan leaned forward, sensing the tension in his friend's voice. "Looks like something's going on. What's the plan?"