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It was a regular day when the sun’s rays reflected mightily, passing through the thick white clouds. Like the usual routines, students were rushing busily to finish the list of requirements in each of their subjects. A clumsy girl in low pigtail hair rushed past the swarm of students going up to the floors where their classroom is located. Dark-haired, bangs falling on the level of eyebrows, fair complexion, approximately 5 feet and 4 inches tall, slender, jolly, clumsy.
She sped up clumsily to the fourth floor where her classroom is located, stopping only to bow courteously to professors. Jogging her way to the classroom, she let her backpack fall clumsily from her shoulder and walked inside. The sign on the top of the door panel indicated that she is already in her final year in High School.
A man wearing faded black pants and matching coat that conceals more than half of the white buttoned-up long sleeve polo and its striped black and blue neck tie stood up from where he was sitting on the garden chair. Steadying his footing, so that his black leather shoes crunched the fallen leaves upon is feet, he roamed his eyes around the campus. He trailed his gaze from the black-painted gate, to the array of trees that lines the school grounds, to the school buildings where only a few students stood outside, to the classroom where the pigtail-haired girl went into, and finally to the small, black, leather notebook in his hands.
He scribbled a few more notes in his notebook before tucking it in his coat's inside pocket. Taking a deep breath of fresh morning air, he walked his way towards the building he has been looking at for a while now. He looked utterly out of place in a school uniform. Its thick material failed to hide his well-toned body and his stern, collected face with prominent jawlines spells authority. His eyes, hawk-like, give anyone the impression that he's not someone to mess up with. He looked elite, classy, manly, and far-fetched from the brawny, unkempt and long-haired boys who are usually seen inside the campus. It's definitely not unexpected that his presence arouses murmur and too much attention than necessary.
This is a good start for a great mission. The girl doesn't look like someone who's hard to convince. She doesn't look like someone from a well-providing family. A little persuasion, a little money, a little charm and she's definitely going to give in. He's been taught how to gauge the personality and weakness of a person and he's been good at it. He could do it to anyone without being suspicious. The only person whom he cannot quite read is his master, who seems to be wearing a thousand faces you wouldn't know which is which. But this girl? She doesn't look like someone who's hard to please. He has the money, he has the strength, the charisma and the looks and he's going to use it to his advantage.
He stopped in front of a semi-open classroom door and knocked five times before opening it fully, revealing himself to about fifty pairs of eyes looking directly at him. Flashing a dazzling smile addressed to the female professor in front of him, he entered the room casually and gave her a perfectly courteous bow. Giggles erupted from the room and as he raised his head, he looked directly into the professor's eyes saying, "Good morning professor. I am Okcat, the transfer student from the United States. Pleased to meet you." He turned his eyes to the expectant crowd of teenagers and, like what he'd foreseen, he saw shining black eyes of a girl with bangs that fall on her eyebrows staring at him.
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