Ragnar walked through the corridor, heading straight toward the student council's room.
He scratched the back of his head in frustration.
Even though he was already in the clear, the humiliation he suffered from the incident earlier still stuck in his mind. It was a burning sensation that made him click his tongue in displeasure, as he must've looked like a fool back there.
Naturally, Ragnar knew the plan had a real chance to inflict a backlash on him.
He decided to go through with it knowing that.
But he wasn't expecting that many students to gather and confront him.
Not at all.
Moreover, those students were relentless. Question after question was hurled towards him, with each being harder and touched other topics that he didn't want to discuss. He could get away from them simply because he used the excuse that the crowd was getting rowdy, and it would be best for them to discuss this later when it's more conducive.
All he wanted in reality was to get away from the crowd.
