Chapter 402 Oversleep


    Sylvia''s POV:


    In the morning, I dragged Flora and Harry to the training ground.


    Flora never got enough sleep, and Harry was still groggy. Both of them tilted their heads and were


    about to doze off while standing there.


    After Jerome arrived, Flora perked up a bit. Harry, on the other hand, remained listless the entire


    time. He had huge bags under his eyes. Those who didn''t know better would probably assume that


    he had done something badst night.


    After the morning training, Flora, Harry, and I were on our way to have lunch in the canteen as


    usual.


    Flora walked beside me and scanned Harry thoroughly. "What''s wrong with you today? You''ve been


    lethargic the entire morning. Jerome was furious when he saw you like this."


    Harry narrowed his eyes, dragged his tired feet, and said in a weak voice, "I didn''t sleep wellst


    night."


    "Why do you have a scratch on your neck?" Flora grabbed his cor and asked, noticing the small


    slightly bloody cut on his neck.


    I also regarded him with confusion. It looked like he had got scratched by some sharp object.


    Harry looked uneasy and exined, "I cut myself while shaving this morning. The razor de was


    just too sharp."


    I felt even more baffled. Harry had been harping about how he had bought thetest shaver in the


    market just a few days ago. The brand was represented by his favorite football yer. There was no


    way he had already lost interest in it.


    So why was he suddenly using the razor again?


    As I opened my mouth to question him some more, John approached us from the other side. He


    told Harry softly, "Didn''t we agree to have lunch together?"


    Harry quivered and gave an awkward smile. "I''d almost forgotten. I''m sorry."


    He turned to look at Flora and me. "I have an appointment. I''m leaving now."


    Then he left with John.


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    "Wow, when did they be so chummy?" Flora watched Harry and John in bewilderment as they


    walked away.


    I shook my head.


    "I don''t know. Maybe this is how friendship works between men."


    In the afternoon, I went for my training with Leonard as usual. I was more nervous today than


    yesterday.


    On the way, I pondered about what to tell himter.


    When I arrived at the training gym, it was still empty.


    Today, I decided to check behind the door as soon as I entered, but I didn''t spot Leonard.


    I looked around warily, continuously guessing how he would test me today.


    The only ce for a werewolf to hide in this training gym was behind the door. I carefully swept my


    eyes over the room, but didn''t see Leonard.


    Was he hiding outside the window?


    I slowly approached the window and threw it open in one quick movement. I wanted to take him by


    surprise. But the only things outside the window were a few wild flowers and weeds swaying in the


    wind.


    As I was about to turn around, I suddenly sensed something behind me, simr to what I''d felt


    yesterday.


    He was going to y the same trick again. I inwardly smiled with disdain.


    I slowed down my breathing, clenched my fists, spun around, and abruptly shouted, "Gotcha!"


    "Meow!"


    A tiny white cat stood behind me. It was so terrified that its tail stood up straight and its emerald


    green eyes widened. Then it fainted.


    I was stunned. I hadn''t expected that a cat would approach me from behind. I crouched down and


    wiggled its paws to make sure it was okay.


    At this moment, Leonard rushed into the gym. I looked up at him awkwardly.


    I didn''t say anything, but just stared at him quietly.


    He gave a dry cough and said, "Sorry, I overslept."


    I was speechless.