The moment she heard "Old Shaw is here," Holly Winslow immediately pulled her hand back and sat up straight. She then lowered her head to her book, feigning intense concentration.
It was a single, fluid motion.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He sat back down in his seat.
Gabe Chaucer stood at the classroom door, reprimanding the students who were chasing each other. "What are you running for? If you want to run, go do twenty laps on the field."
The classroom instantly fell silent. The rowdy students immediately returned to their seats.
Gabe Chaucer chided them for a few more moments. "The seniors are reviewing for their exams! Why are you all making such a ruckus? You should go take a look at what the seniors are doing right now. Don't think you can slack off just because you're juniors. In a month and a half, at most, you'll be seniors yourselves."
