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The food here is surprisingly better than what I used to eat in the faculty’s cafeteria. I hear them talk about their favourite show together while I eat my breakfast silently. Then, I turn my head and spot him sitting in a corner. The Black Tiger is alone in his table, peacefully reading a book while drinking his coffee. He isn’t wearing his leather uniform, this time he’s opting for a long-sleeved black sweater, ripped trousers and a black cap. I wonder how he could wear long sleeves while it’s hot. As expected, he isn’t talking to anyone. He’s living in his world, ignoring every existence.