When class ended, Ezekiel was the first to rush outside, eager to slip into an empty classroom. He hurriedly pulled out his notebook and spread it open on a table, eyes darting across the pages. His face lit up with excitement—until he reached the last two words.
Macaron?
Imacopycat?
Ima-copy-cat?
A slow, dawning realization washed over him.
I'm a copycat?!
She's practically mocking me! But then, a flicker of admiration sparked. Maybe she's a worthy opponent. She's seen through my tricks—my attempts to copy her notes—and is already one step ahead. I need to come up with a new plan!
In truth, it was so obvious that Ezekiel was copying Remillia's notes all along.
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Since I didn't have any more classes today, I decided to head back to the training center. With the Combat Exam coming up soon, the place was surprisingly crowded. It's always a bit tense when so many people are training at once.
