"How do you like my acting? I'm a great actor, right?"
That was the first thing Ryen said as he walked out of the door, his grin as smug as ever.
My face twitched at his words. Honestly, what was I supposed to say? He saw right through everything.
"…How did you know? Was my acting that bad?"
"No," he replied easily, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. "It's just that the seniors weren't very good at acting. Guess they don't pull stunts like this often."
I clicked my tongue. "You're incredibly perceptive in useless areas."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Does it sound like one?"
Ryen chuckled under his breath, unbothered. Then his eyes narrowed curiously. "Since you know I already figured it out, let me ask—was there actually any meat?"
"Yeah," I admitted with a sigh. "My sister and Professor Lena brought some as part of the event."
