[ One Week Later ]
The whole school was bustling — ten times louder and livelier than usual.
The number of students had nearly doubled after the expansion of admission seats.
Now that the admission period was officially over, no new students could join.
But the damage… was already done.
Indus High had changed.
The so-called word discipline had completely vanished in just a week.
Fights had become a daily occurrence — hallways were battlegrounds, and the once order-filled corridors now echoed with chaos and challenge.
And the Student Council?
Even they seemed cornered.
The new students didn't just bring their own chaos — they ignited the flames that were already buried deep inside the old ones.
The lone wolves of Indus High, who once preferred silence, were now rampaging freely.
The newcomers saw them as ladders to climb — believing that if they could take one down, they'd instantly gain respect, power, and influence.
But anyone who tried soon realized something terrifying:
These "lone wolves" weren't stairs to climb —
They were walls you couldn't break.
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[ Class 10-A ]
Inside Class 10-A, the air was completely different from the chaos outside.
Quiet. Balanced. Controlled.
Students were scattered across the room — some reading, some sleeping with their heads down, others chatting in low tones.
It wasn't silent, but it was peaceful — a rare calm in a school losing its balance.
In the middle of it all, two figures slept soundly on their desks — completely detached from the noise of the world.
Then — ding.
A single notification tone echoed across the classroom, soft but sharp enough to grab everyone's attention.
At first, the students thought it was a post from the school's social page.
But within seconds, they realized — it wasn't.
A new private group had appeared.
And the admins?
Tom and Ashi.
The two sleeping figures — Max and the muscular guy — slowly lifted their heads, blinking as if waking from another world.
They exchanged blank looks, neither having the slightest clue about what was going on.
Before they could say anything, a girl approached — the muscular guy's girlfriend, Sofi.
Her tone carried that mix of annoyance and fondness only she could pull off.
"You really don't have anything better to do than sleep?"
The muscular guy rubbed his eyes lazily. "I do," he said calmly, "but I prefer sleeping more."
She rolled her eyes and turned toward Max. "And you? Caught the same disease as him?"
Max yawned, stretching slightly. "Not really. I just don't have anything else to do."
Sofi let out a sigh, then smirked. "Well, you're about to."
She raised her phone and showed them the screen. A message glowed brightly on the display:
> [Tom]: Hello, everyone. You already know me and Ashi, so let's skip the introductions.
We're jumping straight to the main topic.
As you all know, the school's situation is getting worse.
So we've created this group to ask everyone — stay out of unnecessary conflicts and live peacefully like before.
If anyone's being disturbed by newcomers, message here.
We've temporarily joined the Student Council to help maintain discipline on campus.
Max stared at the username and sighed.
"Yeah," he muttered. "That's definitely Tom."
The muscular guy raised an eyebrow. "He's your friend, right?"
Max nodded silently.
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[ Flashback ]
The sun was dipping low when chaos broke out near the canteen.
A group of new students had cornered a girl — Sofi — smirking, blocking her path, and tossing casual insults like stones.
Before anyone could react, a shadow moved.
Fast. Silent. Precise.
Thud. Crash.
In seconds, the muscular guy had grabbed one by the collar and slammed him into the wall, his expression calm but his eyes burning cold.
"Touch her again," he said flatly, "and I'll show you what happens when you mistake silence for weakness."
The group froze. The air went heavy.
Even Sofi stood stunned for a moment before a faint smile crept onto her face.
"Didn't know you could go hyper when it comes to me," she teased.
"They overstepped," he replied simply, turning away.
But the fight wasn't over.
Four more guys emerged from behind the corner, swinging wildly.
He moved like a trained fighter — Kickboxing precision in motion.
Each strike was brutal, controlled, and efficient. He handled three at once, while Sofi — quick and fierce — locked the fourth into a hold and cracked his arm using Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
But as the fight escalated, one of the attackers slipped free and lunged toward Sofi's back.
She turned — but before she could react, another figure appeared.
Max.
In a flash, Max's leg swept the attacker off his feet. He crashed to the floor, wind knocked out of him.
Together, the three of them finished the fight — not cleanly, but completely.
By the time they were done, the attackers were groaning on the ground, the crowd long gone.
Sofi exhaled and looked at Max. "Thanks."
The muscular guy walked up and nodded. "Yeah… thanks for the little help, brother."
Max shrugged. "Not a big deal. We're classmates, after all."
The muscular guy extended his hand. "Name's Sid. And this is Sofi."
Max smirked and shook his hand. "Not bad, Sid. You act lazy, but you move faster than most people think."
Sid raised an eyebrow. "You saw that?"
"Yeah," Max replied. "And I think we can use that."
The three sat down under the stairs, catching their breath.
Max leaned back against the wall.
"The school's about to turn into a mess," he said quietly. "New kids, old grudges… it's going to explode. I'm planning to keep our class out of it. No fights, no nonsense — just peace."
Sid glanced at Sofi, then back at Max.
"You talk like it's easy."
"It's not," Max replied. "But we can make it look that way."
After a moment of silence, Sid extended his hand. "Fine. We'll keep 10A clean."
"Deal."
Later that day, Sofi stood before the class. Her tone was firm yet calm.
"Listen up, everyone. From now on, Class 10A stays out of the outside chaos. If anyone messes with you — new kids or old — tell us. We'll handle it. Until then, stay peaceful."
The class exchanged glances — some skeptical, some relieved — but nobody disagreed.
From that day on, Class 10A quietly became the calmest corner in a school full of storms.
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Sid leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded but sharp.
Sid: "Ask me if you guys need any help."
Max looked up from his notebook and smiled faintly.
Max: "Nah, it's fine. I only want you guys to keep this class clean. And… it looks like it wasn't that hard."
Sofi, sitting diagonally in front of him, gave a low chuckle. Her voice carried the kind of calm confidence that came from knowing more than she showed.
Sofi: "You're saying that because you don't know these students yet."
She turned her head, scanning the classroom — a few chatting quietly, others lost in their own worlds.
Sofi: "This class has almost eight lone wolves — including you and both of us. The others, for some reason, aren't here yet. And since there are no captains or council members in this class, handling things will be… difficult if chaos ever breaks out."
Max tilted his head slightly, resting his chin on his hand.
Max: "Can't we handle them?"
Sid sighed, tapping his pen against the desk.
Sid: "Don't be so sure. You can't judge the power level of lone wolves like you can the council members. The council has ranks, positions, a hierarchy — but lone wolves? They're unpredictable. You might think someone's an easy opponent… until you find out you were standing several levels below your expectations."
Max nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful.
Max: "That makes sense."
For a moment, silence filled the classroom — the hum of the ceiling fan, a faint laugh from outside, pages flipping somewhere behind them. Then suddenly — ding.
Max's phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at it — the screen lit up with a familiar group chat.
He unlocked it.
[Tom]: Observation period over. Time for action.
[Max]: I'm already in action.
[Moco]: My class is already silent for some reason.
[Ashi]: Still, stay on guard.
[Moco]: You guys think Sam will miss a chance like that?
[Sam]: Ohh, are you praising me?
[Ashi]: 😅 Ask for help if you guys get in trouble.
Before Max could reply, another notification popped up — this time, from the school's social page.
A blurry image of a fight. Two students mid-swing, a small crowd forming behind them.
And below it, a caption: "Another one at Block B. What's going on lately?"
The group chat lit up again.
[Ashi]: Time to move.
[Tom]: No. Not now. Let's wait for the council's response first.
[Moco]: But for some reason, I haven't seen any council members these past two days.
[Ashi]: Hey, phones are distancing us. Let's meet and talk.
[Sam]: Cafeteria please. I'm hungry.
[Moco]: 😑 24/7
Max smirked quietly at the last message before sliding his phone into his pocket.
He stood up, stretching his arms casually. His chair scraped softly against the floor, drawing Sid and Sofi's attention.
Sid: "What, got any problem?"
Max: "Not a problem," he said, straightening his blazer. "But we're going to discuss something. You both wanna come along? I'll introduce you to my friends."
Sid and Sofi exchanged a look — a quick, wordless conversation. Sid shrugged lightly.
Sid: "Sure, why not?"
Sofi grabbed her bag, slinging it over one shoulder.
Sofi: "Let's go. Maybe we'll get something interesting to eat too."
A faint grin tugged at Max's lips.
Max: "You might. Depends on who shows up."
The three of them walked out together — Sid moving with his relaxed, confident gait, Sofi matching his pace, and Max leading the way.
The hallway outside was half-lit by the afternoon sun cutting through tall windows, dust motes swirling in the light. Conversations from other classes bled faintly into the corridor.
As they turned the corner toward the cafeteria, Sid spoke again — not loudly, but with that tone that meant he was thinking ahead.
Sid: "You know, Max… keeping this class 'clean' might sound easy now. But once everyone shows their true side, it won't be."
Max: "Yeah," he said, eyes focused forward, "but that's exactly why we need to start now — before things get messy."
Sofi smirked.
Sofi: "Guess we'll see how long that peace lasts."
The three of them disappeared down the hallway — heading toward the cafeteria, where the rest of the group waited.
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