NovelEnglish“Don’t ever cto my class again if you two only want to chat in here!”
Blair snorted and said in a voice low enough for only her and Joslyn to hear, “That would be so great!”
Joslyn chuckled.
The drawing stuwas quiet once again. The guidance counselor wandered among the students to see how they were doing. She Lingered behind Joslyn and Blair for a long tto keep a sharp eye on them
Blair rolled her eyes unhappily. When the guidance counselor was busy talking to another student, Blair 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Miss Regan, I made a cup of coffee for you. Please have a taste,“ she said nicely.
Seeing the girl acting so gallantly in front of the whole class, 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,” Blair 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 Blair’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
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Laughter.
Blair 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 Blair and Joslyn.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You- you two! Go to the sports ground and run five kilometers!”
“Five kilometers? Under the scorching sun? No way!’ Blair 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?”
“Blair! Joslyn! Don’t makeflunk you this term!”
Blair and Joslyn didn’t see that coming. Joslyn didn’t care about her grades. But Blair 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.
Blair hesitated. She haggled, “Five hundred meters! It’s as hot as an oven outside. And you would be the one to blif 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.
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