Professor Seonard stared at the young man with a puzzled expression. Their eyes locked, and the professor struggled to look away. As if his vision was being controlled, like a snake charming hypnotizing a snake.
Before he even knew it, he had raised his hand, pointing at the man. "Yes, you."
'Eh, why did I just give that man the question? I don't even recognize him.' The professor grew confused before shaking his head. 'I need to sleep more. I'm not young anymore…'
The black-haired, black-eyed man stood up, drawing attention from the other students around him. They all glanced at him with a perplexed expression, as if they almost didn't recognize him. Ah, but then they did; memories of him being in their class suddenly emerged in their mind. Indeed, he was in this course and a student of this institute.
Even if they couldn't remember his name, for some reason.
