Chapter 85: I’m Too Lazy to Write

Chapter 85: I’m Too Lazy to Write

“Ah! I forgot to wash my clothes!”

Adele frantically opened her wardrobe, her face full of despair. “I forgot to do laundry these past few days, and now I have no clean clothes left to wear. Iris—”

“Don’t look at me, it’s your own fault for being lazy,” Iris curled her lips. “My clothes are tailored to fit me precisely. If you wear them even once, they’ll basically be misshapen, especially the chest area which you’d stretch out with your bust...” She tilted her head towards Sonya. “You should ask Sonya.”

Ingrid, who had just gotten out of the shower, chimed in while drying her hair. “I do have some loose-fitting clothes, but I’m taller than you, so the sleeves might not fit well.”

Adele looked pleadingly at Sonya. “Sonya...”

Of the four roommates, only Sonya had a similar build to Adele. Sonya knew she couldn’t get out of this, but still tried to make an excuse—she didn’t want to lend her clothes to others either.

“No, I don’t like wearing other people’s clothes, nor having others wear mine.”

Iris and Ingrid exchanged strange looks at Sonya.

Adele blinked, then went to borrow some of Ingrid’s clothes. But since Ingrid was a full head taller than her, the swordswoman’s top looked almost like a dress on petite Adele.Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.

They had a public lecture class this morning, so all four headed to the cafeteria for breakfast together.

Halfway there, a male voice suddenly called out, “Sonya!”

They looked over to see a rather handsome blonde young man approaching. Iris’ face immediately darkened.

The student was Merowit, who had previously pursued Iris. Thinking he was good-looking and from a noble family, Iris had given him a chance to court her. But with just a few flirty glances from Sonya, Merowit had switched his affection, utterly humiliating Iris in front of her friends.

“Good morning, Merowit.”

“Good morning, Sonya,” Merowit said enthusiastically. “I rarely get to see you since you transferred to the Swordsmanship Department. What a nice coincidence today. How about we have dinner together tonight? It’s seafood season now. Do you want to go to Golden Coast or Eel Matters Fish?”

Iris scoffed inwardly. Sonya doesn’t even care for Felix now, let alone Merowit. Merowit is suddenly so proactive, he must have received hints from his family. After all, Sonya is Professor Trotzam’s apprentice, and has the achievement of defeating Leone. She is almost destined to become a Saint Swordsaint in the future.

When it was Adele’s turn, she walked up empty-handed, big shiny eyes full of sincerity. “Professor Wesley, I accidentally fell asleep while writing my essay last night, so I haven’t finished it yet. May I turn it in next week?”

Wesley glanced at her. “If your essay next week has over 10% similarity, your participation grade is an automatic fail.”

“Okie dokie!” Adele bounced happily back to her seat, not bothered by the pressure at all.

Next was Sonya’s turn. Seeing her also empty-handed, Wesley’s expression softened considerably. “You didn’t write it?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you write it? Was it because of heavy training? I heard Professor Trozam often has you for extra lessons. Though spellcasting cultivation is important, a well-rounded education is also essential.”

The other students were full of envy and jealousy. No essay for them meant definitely losing points, but with Trozam’s backing, Wesley was helping Sonya justify it!

If Sonya just went along with it and buttered up the professor some more, he might even waive the assignment for her completely—

“I was too lazy to write it.”

Dead silence filled the classroom.

After a pause, Wesley’s face seemed to say ‘Did I hear that right?’ “What did you just say?”

Sensing the strangeness from those around her, Sonya reflexively started to repeat herself.

But suddenly she realized—wait, wasn’t I supposed to invoke Trozam’s name here, compliment Wesley a few times, so he’d let me skip this essay assignment?

“I...” Sonya opened her mouth. “I was too lazy to write this pointless, time-wasting assignment with no nutritional value.”

Seeing Wesley’s face that looked ready to erupt with magma, and the admiring expressions of her classmates that wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, Sonya finally understood what the ‘sincere’ summoning ritual really was!

My meeting you really is the greatest misfortune of my life!