AI 藝術: In one of the classrooms of the Celestial Eye Academy, twenty students—barely ten years old—fidgeted in their seats, restless with anticipation. Whispers mixed with the creaking of wood as glances flicked nervously toward the large wall clock. The last class of the day was nearly over… or so they thought. On the platform, Professor Alden Rohm let out a quiet sigh, his eyes fixed on the clock hands that were moving too fast. “Tch… not enough time left…” he muttered. Straightening up, he clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the class with a serious gaze. “No matter. With what time we have, we’ll at least start the introduction to International Relations.” A silence fell—surprised at first—then came the collective sighs and murmurs of disappointment. “International Relations… now?” one student whispered. Kael, always quick to lighten the mood, gave an exaggeratedly defeated smile. “Professor… can’t you just let us go early?” But Alden only gave a mysterious smile. “We still have ten minutes. That’s more than enough to give you a glimpse of the world. And believe me… you’re going to need it.” Kael rolled his eyes dramatically and slumped back in his chair with a loud exhale.

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In one of the classrooms of the Celestial Eye Academy, twenty students—barely ten years old—fidgeted in their seats, restless with anticipation. Whispers mixed with the creaking of wood as glances flicked nervously toward the large wall clock. The last class of the day was nearly over… or so they thought. On the platform, Professor Alden Rohm let out a quiet sigh, his eyes fixed on the clock hands that were moving too fast. “Tch… not enough time left…” he muttered. Straightening up, he clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the class with a serious gaze. “No matter. With what time we have, we’ll at least start the introduction to International Relations.” A silence fell—surprised at first—then came the collective sighs and murmurs of disappointment. “International Relations… now?” one student whispered. Kael, always quick to lighten the mood, gave an exaggeratedly defeated smile. “Professor… can’t you just let us go early?” But Alden only gave a mysterious smile. “We still have ten minutes. That’s more than enough to give you a glimpse of the world. And believe me… you’re going to need it.” Kael rolled his eyes dramatically and slumped back in his chair with a loud exhale.
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In one of the classrooms of the Celestial Eye Academy, twenty students—barely ten years old—fidgeted in their seats, restless with anticipation. Whispers mixed with the creaking of wood as glances flicked nervously toward the large wall clock. The last class of the day was nearly over… or so they thought. On the platform, Professor Alden Rohm let out a quiet sigh, his eyes fixed on the clock hands that were moving too fast. “Tch… not enough time left…” he muttered. Straightening up, he clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the class with a serious gaze. “No matter. With what time we have, we’ll at least start the introduction to International Relations.” A silence fell—surprised at first—then came the collective sighs and murmurs of disappointment. “International Relations… now?” one student whispered. Kael, always quick to lighten the mood, gave an exaggeratedly defeated smile. “Professor… can’t you just let us go early?” But Alden only gave a mysterious smile. “We still have ten minutes. That’s more than enough to give you a glimpse of the world. And believe me… you’re going to need it.” Kael rolled his eyes dramatically and slumped back in his chair with a loud exhale.

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