Mina's POV
"Dragons are vile, vicious, and merciless" the boy who sat at the far back with blonde hair answered.
"That is indeed correct! They are. And they symbolize different things too." Mr. Kim clapped his hands. His perverse voice automatically got drowned out. Maybe my body knows what I want after all.
I really don't like the fact that we are discussing or even having a minute wasted in a situation where a man who is expected to teach us something knowledgeable, proceeds to teach us something that could make a 7 year old jump in joy.
It's Monday morning and the first day of the second semester of us, freshmens, and it's supposed to be okay, not perfect, but okay. Not until Mr. Kim confiscated and threw my americano away. The reason? He didn't like Mondays. He's our research term professor but more like a-
"Miss Myoui, where have you been?" Snapping his fingers with a smug grin, Mr. Kim stood in front of me.
If only I could rip that stupid face off.
For my americano...
"I've been here, sir" I answered nonchantly.
"Listening exactly for an hour and twenty four minutes of your boring dragon lectures" I straightened my posture, drooping my eyelids, and pursing my lips showing that I have no fear in a gullible man like him.
He scoffed and I felt all eyes on me.
No holding back now. It costed me money that was supposedly for a pen.
I'm prepared to whatever he'll lash back at me.
"Boring, huh?" He raised a brow while crossing his arms. I could tell my classmates are thankful for making this man stop blabbering about something as fictious as dragons.
I stared at him, waiting for whatever. Maybe he'll just order me to get out of class, he did it one time with a boy named Jun? So I'm guessing that's what he'll let me do. And to be honest? I'll be the one in favor since it's six minutes away from lunch time.
"A person who is bored during an intellectual exchange of information, has no interest in the topic at hand" He stated, walking back to his desk. I just rested my chin on my hand. Watching him intently. His coat looked untimely, his hair uncut, his pants looked like it has not been ironed for a century. Seriously, a university this expensive should atleast choose wisely on the people they'll hire.
"Therefore, to spark your interest on the topic that we recently talked about, I'll give you a task" He smirked
I did not see that coming.
My eyes widened and I'm sure that everyone in this room pitied me. From what I heard, this man gives tasks like he wants you to be a professional already. He'll tell you to make an essay, but will disregard your work once he sees crease marks on it. He's notorious that way, even me, a freshman that just started on his subject, knows it already thanks to Momo-unnie.
I groaned eternally and looked at the wall clock above the board. It was still three minutes more before the red bell rings.
If there is anything like a God or something, please help me
"And since this task is not graded, I'll accept whatever you'll gather. But do make sure that it is not already discussed in this hall." He said, looking intently at me
I gave a curt nod, it could have been worse
The red bell at the side of the door rang, indicating that it was lunch.
