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Febrina Darren wiped the sweat off her temples using the towel hanging around her neck, smiling proudly to herself. In front of him now, his new apartment room looked beautiful, impeccably clean. All corners of the room filled with dust were no longer visible dust. The furniture has been set up, along with the Christmas tree she and Gavin bought the day before yesterday in the corner of the living room. "Fireplace, Christmas tree, gift boxes neatly lined up under the Christmas tree. Everything is perfect. Phew …" "The way you wiped the sweat just now made me remember those middle-aged uncles I often see at work, you know?" Gavin grumbled under his breath as he shook his head in resignation after tidying up the boxes that were no longer used near the entrance, approached Febrina. "You are not cute at all." Febrina smirked, nudging her arm towards Gavin. "Really? Then why do you still want to be with me?" "No comment," Gavin raised his hand, then landed his buttocks on the guest chai
Veronica Darren could not believe that the day she did not want to wait for had finally came today. Since she was a child until now, she used to be the most enthusiastic person whenever it came to school and college, since it meant she did not have to spend time in her apartment watching random series or movies on N*****x (of course, all her wishlist were fantasy serial TV dramas on N*****x that she found) or reading whatever books she could find on her bookshelves by herself. But now, she found out that the idea of going to college was the nastiest idea she had ever had. That was for sure. Rather than going to the college like she was doing right now, she now preferred the idea of being at Laurent's residence and honing her fighting skills which were getting better and better thanks to Isabella's and also Karl's teachings. In essence, he liked his new life much better now. He doesn't need to think about the value of his assignments. He doesn't need to think about his scholarship
Veronica smiled sadly, to find herself now embracing the many foods that Karl had bought for her after visiting all the cafes on the way to her campus. Compared to students who were forced to welcome a new semester on the grounds that their vacation days are now already over, she rather actually felt that she was like an elementary school student who was on a field trip with her father. Eh ... Wait a moment! Was it just her feelings, or did her relationship with Karl feel so strange? In an instant, she slapped both of her cheeks so hard that she could feel that both of her cheeks were throbbing painfully from it, quickly dispelling the absurd idea that had just crossed her mind. "What is it?" She seemed too deep in her thoughts that she did not realise that the car she was riding with Karl had stopped. Her reverie was broken, finding that Karl had already turned his body to face her while looking at her with such curious eyes. “Karen? What is it?" This time, Karl stretched out
"All right, all right. Stop it already," Veronica accelerated her footsteps into the campus building. "Then what good news do you have?" As soon as she set foot in the campus lobby, Veronica couldn't stop gasping at how crowded it was. There are so many students from various levels of majors joining and hanging out with their respective friendship groups. "What's going on over here?" He glanced around the room, still trying to process the scene he was seeing. A student walked with hasty steps until he accidentally bumped into him, making him almost fall if it wasn't for Dania who swiftly held him up. “Hey! Look around as you walk, please!” Dania shouted angrily at the student. "Are you all right, Vera?" "I'm okay," he patted Dania's right arm lightly while picking up several boxes of food that he bought from several cafes with Karl before arriving at the campus, shrugging his shoulders resignedly. "Don't be bothered with that." "Yeah, that guy sucks! No apology to you at all!” Da
The atmosphere in the lobby is clearly not much different from the atmosphere in the cafeteria today. But compared to the lobby which was filled with people, the canteen they were currently in was much quieter. Although he didn't deny the fact that the atmosphere was much darker. The canteen is closed today.Closed until next week. My deepest condolences on the death of Professor Anderson. In front of the canteen, there is a large board with the words 'CLOSED' and also a large banner with messages of condolence not only from the canteen staff, but also from all staff working on this campus. In short, it's a much more ideal place to hang out than the lobby. That's for sure. Veronica looked at the box containing the cake she bought with Karl before going to campus with a concerned look, finding that the cake that looked cute when she was still in the cafe was now a mess. Compared to the cake, what was in front of him now looked more like a house that had just been hit by a landslide
Veronica cleaned up all her equipment as soon as the lecturer in charge of teaching the course she was taking this semester had walked out of the classroom. Compared to last semester, the number of students in his class had decreased drastically. As far as he could remember, there were fifty students in his department. But now, he only found twenty students in the class–with him and Dania also counted as students attending this semester's class. He didn't know whether they stopped or not–because it was none of his business. In fact, according to him, it would be much better if the number of students was less, making the classroom more calm and comfortable than before. "Professor Anderson who died yesterday wasn't a lecturer who was known to be anti-social and stingy in giving grades?" His hands stopped moving as soon as he heard one of the students in his class (he didn't know what his name was) started talking about Professor Anderson. Apart from Dania and her class corti–Sander R
The classroom was now quiet. Only she and Dania were left in the classroom. It seemed that Dania still had not realised that their class hour today was over. It could be seen clearly from Dania's concentration that was fully devoted to the screen of her iPad, scratching her digital pen on the screen of her iPad with full seriousness. For a web novel writer, Dania's working method has a fairly harmonious relationship with novel writers in general. Dania preferred to combine the method of writing by hand–with a digital note application installed on their iPad instead of paper–and typing on the G****e Doc application. In the past, she once asked Dania about their work method, which she found it really strange. "It's not strange at all, really! By writing by hand, I could make a rough sketch of the scene I wanted to appear in my novel. Yes, it's still a rough sketch. Whereas using G****e Docs are the scenes that are ready to be shown to the public. You can put it more or less the same a
The atmosphere in the auditorium was much darker, and gloomier than she had expected. Veronica breathed a sigh of relief once she made it to the auditorium just before Professor Anderson's funeral ceremony was due to begin. Her eyes scanned around the auditorium, looking for an empty seat for the four of them. "Over here. I found some empty chairs for us!" Erna apparently managed to find an empty seat faster. Not far from the entrance door of the auditorium (which also serves as the exit door from this room), she found the presence of Sander Robin, who quickly notice Dania's presence. It was clear that Sander had deliberately vacated the seat to his left, and she did not need to find out who it was intended for. She smiled a little as she got an idea in her mind when she noticed that. Before Dania could sit on the chair that Erna found, she pushed Dania away from the chair in an instant, grabbed Dania’s wrist before they could even protest at her, leading them to get closer to Sand