Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 806 - 187.2 - Sylvie is here too

Sylvie sat at her desk, her fingers loosely gripping her pen as she stared blankly at her notebook. The lively chatter around her faded into background noise, her attention riveted to the scene unfolding across the classroom. Her chest tightened as her gaze flicked between Irina and Astron, her mind replaying the events she'd just witnessed. The pictures. The headlines. The way Irina seemed so composed, so confident when faced with the teasing from her classmates. Everything about her demeanor suggested one thing—something Sylvie wasn't ready to accept. She really is… Sylvie's thoughts trailed off, the rest of the sentence too painful to finish. The words felt heavy, like they carried a truth she wasn't prepared to confront. Her grip on the pen tightened as her mind spiraled. She really is close to him. The way Irina had handled Julia's relentless teasing with such ease, her confidence in admitting she had nothing to hide—it all pointed to a connection Sylvie couldn't deny. And Astron… His calm, steady demeanor never faltered, even in the face of Julia's probing. He never offered any denial, any clarification. He didn't need to. The silence spoke volumes. Sylvie swallowed hard, her chest aching with a mixture of emotions she couldn't name. She wanted to look away, to focus on anything else, but her gaze kept drifting back to them. Why does this bother me so much? she wondered, but the answer was already there, simmering beneath the surface. Jasmine's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts, soft but insistent. "Hey, Sylvie," she said, leaning closer. "You've been quiet. What's on your mind?" Sylvie blinked, startled, and quickly shook her head. "Nothing," she murmured, her voice barely audible. Jasmine frowned, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she studied her friend. "Come on, Sylvie. I know you. You're thinking about it, aren't you? The pictures. All this Irina and Astron stuff." Sylvie hesitated, her fingers curling tightly around her pen. "It's… not a big deal," she said, though her voice lacked conviction. Jasmine sighed, leaning back slightly in her chair. "You don't

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