“Don’t evere to my ss again if you two only want to chat in here!”


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    ir snorted and said in a voice low enough for only her and Joslyn to hear, “That would be so great!”


    Joslyn chuckled.


    The drawing studio was quiet once again. The guidance counselor wandered among the students to


    see how they were doing. She Lingered behind Joslyn and ir for a long time to keep a sharp eye on


    them


    ir rolled her eyes unhappily. When the guidance counselor was busy talking to another student, ir


    busied herself with something secretly. After a while, she held a cup of coffee-colored liquid in her hand


    and gave it to the guidance counselor.


    “Miss Regan, I made a cup of coffee for you. Please have a taste,“ she said nicely.


    Seeing the girl acting so gantly in front of the whole ss, the guidance counselor snorted proudly


    and took the “coffee” from her.


    “It’s iced and freshly made. And it’s yummy. Please take a sip and see how you like it,” ir urged.


    Then, she watched the guidance counselor take a big mouthful of the brown Liquid.


    “PTT!”


    The Lady spat it all out and spilled much of the dark-colored liquid onto ir’s clothes.


    She smashed the cup onto the floor and rushed about looking for tissues and a bin.


    The students snickered. Joslyn didn’t even bother stifling her


    ninjanovel


    Laughter.


    ir was so satisfied that she didn’t even mind her white chiffon shirt being stained.


    “Miss Regan, what’s wrong? Didn’t you like my coffee?” she asked in a feigned innocent tone.


    It took the guidance counselor a long while to clean herself up. She purpled, pointing at ir and


    Joslyn.


    “You- you two! Go to the sports ground and run five kilometers!”


    “Five kilometers? Under the scorching sun? No way!’ ir thought.


    “I won’t go. If you feel like running, please feel free to do so. Besides you’re not even our guidance


    counselor. Why should we listen to you?”


    “ir! Joslyn! Don’t make me flunk you this term!”


    ir and Joslyn didn’t see thating. Joslyn didn’t care about her grades. But ir had always been


    a model student. She would feel embarrassed if she flunked any of her subjects. And she was worried


    that a bad grade would affect her future job-hunting.


    ir hesitated. She haggled, “Five hundred meters! It’s as hot as an oven outside. And you would be


    the one to me if we got heatstroke.”


    The guidance counselor was in a fit of rage, so she wouldn’t budge


    “Five hundred meters?! You wish! It’s hot. So what? Learn from those freshmen! They’re receiving


    military training in the sun every day. If they can deal with the heat, you can too! Five kilometers. No


    less!”


    “Then you run with us too,” Joslyn demanded. If she was going down, she was going to make Regan


    go down with her too.