I once heard that we who were born are already a champion. 

'Champion, huh...'

I keep pondering over the words as I play with my mechanical pen and wait for the class dismissal.

"Alright, that's it for today. Make sure to study the materials."

The teacher casually picked up his stuffs and strode toward the door, not bothering to receive our bow.

I picked up my bag and arranged my materials neatly. I was about to leave the classroom when I heard a commotion behind me.

"HEY! I TOLD YOU TO BRING THE MONEY, DIDN'T I!?"

"I-I'm sorry I got fired at my part-time job s-so I didn't have the money" The boy immediately looked down, trembling as he hurriedly apologize and came up with an excuse.

"HAAH!? I DIDN'T ASK FOR THAT SHIT!!" The overbearing 'Yankee' immediately kicked the nearby table out of annoyance.

"Hii!! S-sorry I-I'll give you the money soon s-so please s-spare me."

"Hoo... You better do or else" The Yankee assumed the most generic threat I could ever imagine as he slowly moves his thumb to the other side of his neck.

'Still, even with this much commotion, no one even bothered to help... Well, I'm not one to talk.'

After seeing that the commotion will soon end, I gradually lost interest and about to walk towards the door. Well, I did 'try.'

"What the hell is happening!?"  When the Homeroom teacher suddenly went and slammed the door open. Some spectating students were surprised as they're looking behind, yet the others went and return to what they're previously doing, seemingly not bothered by the sudden intrusion.

"Eh, there's nothing happenin' teach!" The Yankee crookedly smiled as he hurriedly wrapped his right hand over the trembling shoulder of the boy.

"You better match me fucker" The Yankee silently throw a threat that made the boy vigorously nod his head.

"What!? I received a complaint about someone causing trouble here, yet you say it's nothing? DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK IM BLIND HAaH!?

The Yankee and the boy shivered as they met the glare of their teacher.

"BOTH OF YOU! FOLLOW ME TO THE OFFICE!"

The two of them vigorously nod their heads and silently followed the homeroom teacher. I silently glance at the two as they walked past me. 

'I better go home and open the bookstore..."

The way to home is pretty uneventful, unlike in the classroom. Still, for some reason, I feel like I'm going to come across something extraordinary today.

"Alright... Time to clean the bookstore."

It took about 15 minutes to sort out the books and clean the shelves. Since I have a lot of time and customers are quite rare these days, I tend to clean the store thrice a week, the accumulated dust is less, making it easy to clean the shelves and books.

Ding*

Hearing the bell rang, I stopped cleaning the shelves halfway and returned to the counter to tend the customer. I was about to greet and ask them what book are they looking for when the "customer" went and aimed his gun at my forehead.