Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse and her Many Husbands

Chapter 8: Physical Education

After another day of student life, she finally reached the last class of the day: PE. She was fairly looking forward to this, as she had felt the weakness of her body, likely caused by a malnourished childhood.

Freshmen PE was mostly aerobic exercises and today it was running and brisk walking.

The Other Her abhorred this subject, primarily because it was the only subject she just couldn't excel at. However, Khalifa knew it was necessary to improve her physique immediately if she didn't want to turn into those ugly zombies.

As she approached the fields, she mused what to tell the instructor. After all, she had a bit of a weak body and was prone to illness, so she was often exempted from activities by virtue of her high grades.

No PE teacher would want to be the public enemy of academic professors, after all.

That was why, when Khalifa told her that she would definitely be joining today, the instructor looked at her very weirdly.

The instructor was a beautiful curvaceous woman with short hair. She was well-built and had a gallant stance to her, making her look beautiful but heroic.

"Are you sure?" The woman asked again. This was the little previous vase of the academe departments! She couldn't afford this burden.

"I won't push myself too hard." She said, and looking at her unrelenting look, the instructor couldn't say no.

Because Khalifa had a low sense of existence, her sudden joining after months of exemptions didn't cause too many side-yes, which was fortunate because she really wanted to just focus on improving her physique.

She was slow, much slower than her peers. She felt very very tired, sore, and very very sweaty. Her ligaments were aching and she was drenched with sweat. It was very uncomfortable, but she persevered.

How did she do it? She imagined a zombie running after her, of course.

But those people watching couldn't help but look at the bespectacled girl with unflattering braided hair.

Many people admired her obvious perseverance. She was obviously pushing herself, and this in itself was admirable.

There were still, of course, some bastards who focused on the wrong things.

"I didn't know we had such a sexy classmate." One boy said, eyes focused on the bouncing breasts, and the figure revealed by the sweat.

"Although her face is probably ugly, who looks at the face so much if you have a body like that?"

"What's her name again? She's obviously very shy, right? Show her some affection and she'd run into your arms!" His friend added, licking his lips, as if he was licking something else.

His friend looked at him. "Be my wingman?"

"Only if you'd share!"

They cackled, already imagining what they'd do, but their breathing suddenly stopped when they felt cold all of a sudden. They turned back to see that popular professor staring at them badly.

"P-Professor! We—" But one of the boys covered the person's mouth. As they said, anything they said could be used against them.

Hence, afraid they'd get reported, they just greeted him in a hurry and scurried away.

Cauis frowned as he stared at the boys' backs and he turned his head to the field and his eyes softened unconsciously.

Then he remembered how those boys looked and talked about her, and his mood dropped immediately.