Chapter 258 The Little Old Man and the Dog
That night, the two of them were unusually wild and in sync, as if trying to make up for everything they’d missed these past few days.
The result? Sierra could barely keep her eyes open when she got to school the next morning. She kept yawning nonstop.
“Didn’t sleep well?”
Autumn glanced at her.
“Yeah,” Sierra nodded, a little guilty. “My sleep’s been off lately.”
The truth was, she’d passed out the moment she hit the bed–but she only got a little over two hours of sleep.
She had no idea where Johnathan got all that energy from. He somehow kept going until four in the morning.
Every single time he said, this is the last round, and every single time he lied.
Men really can’t be trusted–especially in bed. Johnathan was the perfect example.
Autumn didn’t think too much of it, though. She hadn’t been sleeping well either, but for a very different reason.
“What are we gonna do? The professor’s coming today.”
Just saying it made her wince.
She still hadn’t finished the assignment he gave before he left. She could already imagine how badly she was going to get
chewed out.
It wasn’t just her either. Even the usually unbothered Qinghao looked a little tense.
Which made Sierra nervous too. This professor sounded kind of terrifying.
But Johnathan had never said that. Every time he mentioned his teacher, he’d just call him a chill old man.
Just as she was thinking that, a thin, spry little old man walked in, full of energy.
Sierra had never met the professor before, but just from how her seniors snapped to attention, she could instantly tell who he
was.
Professor Martin looked a bit stern. He swept his gaze around the room before landing on Sierra. Her breath hitched slightly. Then he said, “You the girl that punk brought in?”
As he spoke, he gave her a once–over from head to toe. Then he muttered, “What a waste.”
Wait, was the professor talking about Mr. Yaeger?
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