It was a teenager about their age.
Seventeen or eighteen years old, with glaringly bright yellow hair in the sunlight, wearing a short-sleeve shirt underneath, and the school jacket of Third High draped over his shoulders.
A car sped by on the roadside, causing a gust of wind that lifted his school jacket.
He folded his arms, and the jacket flared up, giving him the aura of a rebellious hero.
Chin slightly raised, he looked straight at Oliver Scott and shouted, "Oliver Scott!"
Marcus Shaw had a bag slung over one shoulder, holding onto the strap with one hand, and his school jacket draped over his elbow. He gave the yellow-haired kid a once-over.
Then, he slightly turned his head and asked Oliver Scott loudly, "Non-mainstream?"
"Non-mainstream."
Oliver nodded with a stomach-ache expression.
Upon hearing this, the yellow-haired teenager immediately glared with rage and shouted irritably at the two, "What do you mean? You're the non-mainstream one!"
