My roommate, Emily couldn't help but joke, "Violet, did you dig up the instructor's ancestral grave in a past life or something?"
It was clear how excessive Owen's actions were.
No way!
I still had to settle the score with him.
After training, I blocked Owen on the way to the cafeteria.
"Are you still my brother? You don't have to be this harsh even if you're being strict. Look at my arm."
It was rubbed raw from crawling forward.
Owen disdainfully said, "You call this an injury?"
But he immediately found some disinfectant cotton balls and helped me with basic treatment.
I huffed in annoyance. "That's more like it!"
I took the opportunity to make him treat me to dinner again before I let it go.
Little did I know that because of this meal, I became a threat to the side of many girls in my class.
Even my other two roommates looked at me with disdain.
I didn't understand why, and was getting ready to climb into bed.
Emily couldn't stand it anymore and, under the pretense of doing laundry together, dragged me to the washroom.
"What's going on between you and the instructor?"
"What do you mean?"
Emily hesitated, "There's a rumor that you're seducing the instructor, but I don't believe it!"