Seungcheol tried to peek at the other guy sneakily. It was sort of hard to when his laptop was in front of him and there was nothing to hide his face. If he took out his phone, it’d be straight in the professor’s hands and then he’d lose his main lifeline. But there was something familiar about the guy who sat at the last row. That curve of his lips were giving Seungcheol déjà vu.