Mage Manual

Chapter 92: Chapter 85 I’m Too Lazy to Write

“Ah! I forgot to wash my clothes!”

Adelle hurriedly opened her wardrobe, her face the picture of misery, “I forgot to wash my clothes a few days ago and now I don’t have any clean ones to wear, Lois—”

“Don’t look at me, blame your own laziness.” Lois pulled a face, “My clothes are all tailored to fit, and you wearing them even once basically ruins their shape, especially the chest area after you’ve stretched it out… Go ask Sonia.”

Coming out from the bath, Ingrid, while drying her hair, said, “I do have some loose clothes, but I’m taller than you, so the sleeves might not fit well.”

Adelle turned to Sonia with pleading eyes, “Sonia…”

In the dorm, it was true that only Sonia was close to her in size. Sonia, seeing she couldn’t get out of it, had to come up with an excuse—she didn’t want to lend her clothes to others either.

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“I won’t lend them. I don’t like wearing other people’s clothes, nor do I want others to wear mine.”

Lois and Ingrid gave Sonia a look, their expressions somewhat strange.

Adelle blinked and had to borrow Ingrid’s clothes. But Ingrid was a head taller than her, so the swordswoman’s shirt almost became a dress on Adelle.

This morning there was a general assembly class and all four of them had to attend, so they left together for the cafeteria.

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

They looked over and saw a rather handsome blond young man approaching. Lois’s face darkened instantly.

This male student was Merov, who had once pursued Lois. Lois, seeing his good looks and noble birth, had deigned to give him a chance to court her, only for Sonia to cast a few flirtatious glances and make him switch sides, embarrassing Lois terribly in front of her friends.

“Good morning, Merov.”

“Good morning, Sonia,” Merov said enthusiastically. “I’ve hardly seen you since you switched to the Sword Skill, but today’s such a coincidence. How about we have dinner together tonight? It’s seafood season now; do you prefer Gold Coast or Eel & Fish Delight?”

Lois sneered inwardly. Now that Sonia wasn’t even interested in Felix, she obviously wouldn’t care about Merov. Merov being this proactive must be influenced by his family, seeing as how Sonia is Professor Trozan’s Apprentice and has the achievement of defeating Reonie, almost ensuring her future as a Holy Domain Sword Saint.

For mid-sized nobles, the addition of a Three-winged Mage could be of critical importance. If Merov was initially just driven by attraction, he must now also be driven by potential benefits.

Lois knew Sonia would definitely decline, but how she’d refuse was hard to predict, especially since their relationship wasn’t great, and Sonia might even take the chance to jab at Lois with some veiled criticism…

“No thanks, I have training and no time.”

“You’re really diligent, but relaxation is for better cultivation. If you’re not interested in seafood, we could—”

“I don’t think having dinner with you would be relaxing.”

Merov’s face stiffened and, muttering ‘I’ve been a disturbance,’ he hastily left. Sonia walked a few steps and noticed the other three hadn’t followed, they were making faces at each other. Puzzled, she asked, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Lois smoothed the strange expression from her face.

The four arrived at the lecture theater and fellow students greeted them as they passed by. Aside from Sonia’s recent antics, even before then, she and Lois were already a stunning highlight of the school, with crowds flocking around them wherever they went as standard practice.

Lois responded with great enthusiasm to her classmates’ greetings, while Sonia simply nodded her head calmly, not uttering a single word. Watching this scene, the other three couldn’t help but feel that the odd sensation in their hearts was growing stronger.

No sooner had they sat down than Adelle turned deathly pale, “It’s over, I forgot to write the short essay! It’s due this class!”

Even Ingrid couldn’t help but take delight in her misfortune, “Then you’re done for.”

The class was “Dazzling Star Modern History,” and the professor teaching, Wesley, was well into his sixties, notoriously strict and old-fashioned. Surprise checks and roll calls were routine, and if you hadn’t finished your paper by the end of class, you might as well get ready to retake it next year.

As expected, the moment the white-haired, ramrod-straight old professor stepped into the classroom, he issued that frightful command that sent shivers down students’ spines, “Place your essays on the podium for inspection.”

With that, the old professor flicked his wrist, and a single-winged Technique Spirit scholar floated up to the podium. It might have been only a One-winged Spirit, but it was the nightmare of countless students—the ‘Retrieval’ Technique Spirit!

If a Mage made detailed settings, the checking Spirit could swiftly determine if an article met the requirements. Mages could even perform a Miracle, linking it to the school’s Veil-enclosed ‘Document Library’ to check for plagiarism on the spot!

The students handed in their papers one by one, the Technique Spirit gently tapping each document which would show green for pass, yellow indicating an excessive similarity rate, and red for serious suspicion of plagiarism.

The old professor sat quietly, simply watching everyone submit their work, interjecting only a cold snort to note down the information of a student who had not turned in their paper.

When it was Adelle’s turn, she walked up with empty hands, her bright eyes full of sincerity, “Professor Wesley, I accidentally fell asleep while writing the paper last night, so I haven’t finished it. Can I hand it in next week?”

Wesley glanced at her, “If the similarity check of your paper next week exceeds 10%, you’ll get a failing grade for your coursework.”

“Okay!” Adelle bounced back to her seat, clearly not taking the pressure to heart.

Then it was Sonia’s turn to approach, also empty-handed, but Wesley’s expression softened a lot, “You didn’t write it?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you? Is it because your training tasks are heavy? I’ve heard that Professor Trozan often takes you for extra lessons. Although Magic Faction cultivation is essential, one must not neglect the humanities.”

The other students were filled with envy and resentment—comparing themselves to others could be maddening. They would definitely lose coursework points for not submitting their papers, but with Professor Trozan’s support, Wesley was even finding excuses for Sonia!

If Sonia just played along and said a few nice words, the old professor might just waive her assignment—

“I’m too lazy to write it.”

Silence fell over the classroom. @@novelbin@@

After a moment, Wesley bore an expression of ‘Did I hear that wrong?’, “What did you just say?”

Sonia felt everyone was acting strangely and subconsciously repeated herself.

But she suddenly snapped back to reality—wait a minute, isn’t this where I’m supposed to flatter Wesley in Professor Trozan’s name, so he’d waive my essay?

“I…” Sonia opened her mouth, “I’m too lazy to write such a time-wasting and utterly uninspiring assignment.”

Looking at Wesley’s face, which was nearly exploding with Magma-like anger, and the admiring expressions of her classmates who wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, Sonia finally realized what the ritual of ‘Sincerity’ call was all about!

Observer, meeting you truly is the misfortune of my life!