During class that day, quite a few students stole glances at Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao was already something of a celebrity among the freshmen. With the label of Freshman Tournament runner-up attached to him, it was hard not to attract attention.
But today, they weren't looking at his reputation. They were looking at him.
In the past, Huo Yuhao had sat in the classroom with his back perfectly straight, his eyes fixed only on the blackboard or his textbook.
He would answer when someone spoke to him, but his replies felt as though they came through a pane of glass. He answered whatever they asked, without a single extra word.
After class, he left so quickly that anyone hoping to chat a little longer couldn't find him.
A few outgoing students in the class had tried striking up conversations with him, but after several attempts, they had given up, deciding he was difficult to approach.
Today was different.
When Huo Yuhao entered the classroom, he greeted several students by the door.
After he sat down, the student beside him asked about yesterday's match. He actually gave a thoughtful answer and even shared a few details from the match.
During the break, he took the initiative to borrow notes from someone in the back row. When he finished reading them, he even said thank you, his tone perfectly natural.
One student asked what soul beast he planned to hunt for his second soul ring. He thought for a moment, explained his plans, and even asked whether they had any suggestions.
Several people in the back row exchanged glances, all reading the same question in one another's eyes: what was going on with Huo Yuhao today?
Someone muttered that perhaps he was in a good mood after taking second place.
The person