Chapter 37: Psychological Warfare

In the end, after taking a short break of 1 minute, they continued their journey as Lillian led them. By now, there were only 3 minutes left, definitely not enough time to clean up their uniforms, so they were like, "Forget it."

And so here they stood, about to enter the gymnasium in a line. Their class would be the shortest line compared to other classes, which easily doubled or even tripled their numbers, and the messiest in appearance. It was honestly easier to gawk at them than to pretend that these ‘clowns of the academy’ didn’t exist.

"This sucks, why are we even here, again?" Nia mumbled in complaint once they arrived at where they were supposed to wait. Unsurprisingly, they’d be entering from the backdoor, unlike other classes.

Just like their classroom, their place was also prepared in seclusion.

Trying to be the positive voice of the group, Jitsuo smiled a little, "at least we made it on time?"

"Somehow or another," Zane sweatdropped.

Everyone there knew what would happen to