‘Gillian, come over and read this content to the class.
Gillian, collect the books and bring them to my office.
Gillian, my book has just fallen; pick it up.
Gillian…’
Gillian slurped her drink through the straw loudly, her action resulting in noisy bubbles popping in the drink; her whole person slumped onto the cafeteria seat, her eyes reddened and shimmering with tears, and her expression very pitiful.
Why? Why is she a modeling student? Why does she have to return to school this time? Why does that bastard have to be a professor in the same school as her? Why does he have to be in charge of her course? Why does everything seem so messed up?
The more Gillian’s thoughts spurned, the more Gillian felt as if she was going to go crazy. That bastard had purposely summoned her about thr
