Asher felt a splitting headache for a brief moment; it was as though someone had used a hammer to bash against his head.
"Did the water get into my head?" Asher couldn't help but mutter aloud. 'W-wait.' The next moment his eyes flew open. Wasn't he inside water? How was he speaking inside water? This simply made no sense. Just then a voice sneered from the side.
"Ah, he has finally lost his mind. Did he mistake the ground for some swimming pool or what?"
"Eww, I can perceive the stink of his urine from here, so disgusting. I can't believe someone from the proud Vancouver can be this dirty."
"Someone should call the school authorities; I think we've got a madman in the academy."
"Huh?" It was at this moment, Asher saw the faces of the students staring at him with disgust; he could even see his entourage—the other elite scions—staring at him with disgust that wasn't concealed. Usually, even if they didn't agree with some of his actions, they didn't show it.
But today.
