The soft light of morning bathed the city as Amon and Barbara shared moments together, stretching almost until noon. The clock precisely marked 11:33 when Barbara, recalling hermitment, bid farewell to attend the mandatory ss she had that day. Amon, meanwhile, took a different path, heading towards the special ss.


    He adopted a refined casual style, with dark hairbed back and a white long-sleeve shirt, whose sleeves were rolled up, exposing his right wrist with a sophisticated gold watch. The subtly tailored shirt enhanced his muscrity, and the first unbuttoned buttons allowed a glimpse of his defined chest.


    Beige twill pants and a brown leather beltplemented the look, while white sneakers added a sporty note to the overall elegance.


    Inside the elevator, Amon was immersed in reflections: ''Her advancement and new discovery surprised me a bit...''


    Barbara''s newly acquired ability to manipte red mes was a reason for celebration. He nned to gift herter, but was still undecided about the ideal present.


    ''Well, I''ll think of something.'' Amon whispered to himself, pondering: ''Recently, she has shown interest in adorning her hair with clips or bows. Perhaps an essory of that kind would be a good choice. Or even a pair of earrings...''


    Lost in his thoughts, Amon barely noticed the elevator''s sound announcing his arrival at his floor.


    As it opened, he stepped out, still absorbed in his ideas.


    "Amon?"


    Turning in response to the voice, he found Lara. She was the embodiment of grace, wearing a discreet ck dress with subtle silver details and a zer thatplemented her silhouette. Dark, voluminous waves of hair framed her face, highlighting her soft and symmetrical features. A light, weing smile rested on her full lips, as she looked at him with a mix of surprise and recognition.


    "Good morning, Lara," Amon said with a neutral expression.


    Despite his distant expression, she continued to smile.


    "Good morning," she said: "Have you had lunch yet?"


    "Not yet," Amon replied without thinking.


    "Oh?" Her smile widened: "Then, have lunch with me. What do you say?"


    "Alright." With his usual calmness, he agreed.


    As they walked side by side, Lara''s thoughts danced to the rhythm of her subtle curiosity. She couldn''t help but smile inwardly, reflecting: ''Indeed, I have met many who im to be charming, but Amon... he has something special.''


    "Where would you like to eat?" Amon asked.


    Coming out of her reverie, she looked at him before pointing to a ce: "There, the cafeteria food is good enough."


    Hearing this, Amon nodded in agreement.


    Soon, they arrived at the cafeteria, after all, they were quite close.


    Entering, there were already some students in the ce who looked in their direction.


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    Lara looked at Amon. She seemed eager to see his reaction to having so many gazes focused on him. Then, she saw him act naturally, unaffected, and walk up to the counter.


    ''Any neer would be nervous feeling so many gazes, especially being geniuses among geniuses, but Amon... He indeed is different...'' Thinking so, Lara smiled again while following Amon closely.


    "Amon, everyone is looking at you," Lara inquired. "Aren''t you nervous or something?"


    "Mm?" Amon raised an eyebrow. "Should I be?"


    His response caught her by surprise. For a moment, she didn''t know what to answer. Then, sheughed a little.


    "Yes, why should you care?" She shrugged.


    Amon had no reason to be uneasy about the gazes of others. His presence, though noticeable, did not intimidate him; he was ustomed to being the center of attention, not out of vanity, but due to an intrinsic understanding that what really matters is how one sees oneself, not how others see them.


    His confidence was natural, born from self-eptance and an understanding of his ce in the world that few possessed.


    After getting their trays, when their orders were served, Amon and Lara walked to an unupied table and sat down.


    "Rice, beans, pasta, fries, sd, and meat," Lara said. "Is this mix good?"


    "I like it," Amon replied.


    On the other hand, he noticed she had chosen something simpler, like white rice, sd, and meat.


    "I don''t like food that''s too dry," Amonmented.


    "I noticed," she smiled. "Well, I do like it."


    "I noticed," Amon returned with the same ease.


    "Hehe~" She let out a rxed giggle.


    As they continued with their meal, Amon casuallymented, "Do you always choose such bnced meals?"


    Lara shrugged, smiling. "I try to maintain a bnce. And you? Always go for more... varied dishes?"


    "Variety is the spice of life," Amon responded, with a slight smile.


    Although a bit surprised by his smile that even made her heart beat a little faster, Lara remainedposed.


    They continued to eat, exchanging asional nces and smiles. The conversation was light but charged with a mutual understanding and a growing curiosity about each other''s peculiarities.


    After a few minutes, Lara, with a thoughtful look, said: "You know, I think our food choices say a lot about us."


    Amon looked at her, curious. "And what does my choice say about me?"


    "That you''re someone who likes to explore, maybe not afraid to try new things." She paused, looking at her own te. "And mine?"


    He reflected for a moment. "That you value simplicity and quality. Maybe someone who knows what they want."


    Laraughed, "Interesting perspective."


    The rest of the lunch passed amid casual conversations and Lara''sughs. When they finished, they rose from the table.


    "Honestly," Lara said as she stood up, "I was expecting your presence now to make someonee looking for trouble with you."


    "Oh?" Amon looked at her. "Why do you think that?"


    "Well, isn''t it usual for that to happen when a new genius starts encroaching on other geniuses'' territory?" She said with a smile.


    "I never thought of it that way," Amon said. "I believe seeking conflict with me won''t prove anything good. It will only prove you''re an insecure fool who needs to go against someone to prove yourself special. Can that kind of genius still be called a genius?"


    "Pfft-hahaha! So true." For the first time, sheughed unrestrainedly.


    This was because she remembered Cleiton, who had challenged Amon before and, even after losing, was all pompous saying he would get revenge, etc.


    Meanwhile, those who really wanted to approach Amon turned red with shame and abandoned their ns. At this point, none of them wanted to step forward and try to start trouble with him at that moment, or wouldn''t that be the same as saying they were insecure and didn''t deserve to be called geniuses?


    Intentionally or not, Amon had just rid himself of some problematic situations.


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