Rick and Morty: Smartest Morty in the multiverse

The final bell rang sharp and clean cutting through the classroom's tense quiet like a blade.

Chairs scraped back. Backpacks zipped. The usual shuffle of students eager to bolt for lunch or their next class.

But Chad?

Chad was up before the bell had even finished echoing.

He didn't make a scene.

Didn't throw a glare.

Didn't puff his chest out or spit some half-hearted threat on the way out.

He just stood. Fast. Bag in hand, head low, moving through the rows like a man desperate to leave something behind.

By the time the first group of students hit the hallway, Chad was already disappearing down the corridor.

And that's when it started.

It wasn't loud at first just a quiet hum near the door.

"Yo… did Chad just dip?"

"Didn't even look at Morty."

"Guy bolted like he saw a ghost."

Then it caught a little faster.

"He seriously ran."

"I swear he was pale."

"Morty must've cooked him."

Jessica leaning against the doorframe with Amber raised a brow as Chad disappeared from sight.

She didn't say anything.

She didn't have to.

The guys near the back row filled in the blanks.

"Yo, Chad crumbled."

"Thought he was a big shot?"

"Dude folded harder than a lawn chair."

Laughter started bubbling in soft ripples the kind that grows fast when it finds the right current.

And Morty?

He stood last. Calm, smooth, bag slung over his shoulder like this was just another class and not the epicenter of a slow-burning social collapse.

He passed the whispers like they didn't exist.

No smirk.

No comment.

Just steady steps out the door and into the hallway.

By the time he hit the lockers, the whispers had already mutated.

"Morty made him bail."

"Word is Chad freaked out."

"I heard Chad tried to come at him and just… choked."

"Swear to God, he ran like he pissed himself."

By the time Morty rounded the stairwell, it had gone full tilt.

"Chad's scared of Morty now."

"Did you hear? Chad's a joke."

"Morty cooked him alive in front of everyone."

Morty kept walking. Calm. Unbothered.

And Chad?

Somewhere in the crowd ahead he wasn't running anymore. But he wasn't looking back either.

The kind of silence that follows a man when he knows exactly how hard the world just flipped on him.