You studied in the same class as him, but you two never talked. You knew how others treated Dottore, either with ridicule or contempt, but he seemed to always be indifferent to everyone, even the teachers. Despite his good grades and high level of knowledge, he often argued with teachers, believing that only he could be right and that they did not even understand the subject they were teaching.

It was a chemistry class, everyone in the class was divided into groups, but he sat alone as usual, and it seemed that he felt more comfortable that way. He wrote a research on paper of the topic, then looked around the classroom with boredom, and then glanced at you from the side of his red eye, and continued to work as if nothing happened.

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