**Ivan**: *[Bro? …You alive? Why aren't you coming back?]*
**Clard**: *[My pants caught on fire and disappeared. THERE'S A HOLE IN MY PANTS.]*
**Ivan**: *[How did you even extinguish it, LMAO?]*
**Clard**: *[I DIDN'T! It just vanished—like a magic trick. You know the wallet thing? You close it, and poof? SAME ENERGY.]*
**Ivan**: *[Bro your chromosomes vanished with it.]*
**Clard**: *[I'm going to kill you, MOTHERFU—]*
**<[Synchronization of Idiots]>**
**<[Failed]>**
**<[Failed]>**
The thought connection cut off just as Clard's rage reached critical mass.
With pure fury fueling him, Clard snapped his fingers and summoned his butlers.
All-black suits.
Two-way sunglasses hiding their eyes.
Moving like shadows with paychecks.
Students froze as the squad arrived.
Clard whispered:
**Clard (thinking)**: *I'm gonna kill Ivan.*
A sinister grin spread across his face — so terrifying that a freshman swore he saw the **DEVIL** walking the school halls.
Meanwhile, Ivan simply shrugged off the strange "disappearing fire" problem and went back to watching Benjamin talk to Laura, completely unaware that death was coming for him.
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Clard eventually returned to class, exuding a murderous aura so thick the air felt heavier.
Some students nearly fainted just by looking at him.
But Ivan, the king of obliviousness, only said:
**Ivan**: "Bro, there's a math test later."
And just like that —
**Clard's killing intent evaporated.**
Ivan lived another day.
Crime prevented.
Peace restored.
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Benjamin leaned toward Laura.
**Benjamin**: "What subject is the test for?"
He mumbled it quietly.
**Laura**: "Math. But you should really listen to the lecture."
Her tone softened — almost… romantic?
Benjamin, being dense as a black hole, did not notice.
He just nodded, clueless.
Ivan and Clard, however, heard it.
Their jaws dropped.
Drool forming.
Popcorn choking hazards activated.
Their laughter burst out of nowhere, loud enough to shake the classroom.
Ivan stopped quickly — but Clard kept going like a dying hyena.
**Ivan**: "Bro, STOP. The teacher is staring at you."
Clard didn't hear him.
Then—
**Teacher**: "Why are you laughing so hard? Care to enlighten us?"
Her face was poker-straight.
Her aura? Pure murder.
Clard froze.
**Clard**: "S-Sorry Ma'am, Ivan told me a joke. It was funny as hell."
He said it so casually it almost sounded disrespectful.
The teacher's anger skyrocketed.
**Teacher**: "IVAN. CLARD. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. NOW!"
**Ivan**: "W-Wait—why me—?!"
Too late.
Both were thrown out the door like trash.
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Meanwhile…
Benjamin was silently laughing at the disaster unfolding — until *SMACK!*
Laura hit his shoulder lightly.
**Laura**: "You're staring at nothing again. Do you need a check-up? I can go with you."
She looked genuinely worried.
**Benjamin**: "No, don't worry. I was just laughing at my friends. They always cause trouble."
He shrugged.
Laura sighed, accepting the answer…
but her eyes said she was still worried.
**End of Chapter 4**
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