"He was considered the most successful bounty hunter in history who captured over 3,500 criminals and fugitives. And not only that, but he also founded the first and only bounty hunting school at that time. Unfortunately, the school doesn't exist anymore because if it did, I'd probably be one of the country's bounty hunters and not a professor standing in front of a bunch of sleepyheads!"
"Aaaand the professor is gone and drifted to his dreamland." A hazel-eyed long-haired brunette girl commented in a low voice making the blonde girl beside her chuckle.
Just like everyone in the classroom, when the professor entered the classroom, her back straightened in anticipation of what the professor's lecture was about. But just like his other lecture, as time goes by, he would always drift away from the main topic.
And today, while talking about how deep wounds in the throat, stomach, and abdominal areas are potentially fatal, a recent event was opened up. It was the arrest of one of the most wanted fugitives in the country. The man was wanted for murdering his wife a day after their wedding eight years ago. And apparently, the wife was cleverly stabbed in the throat and abdominal area multiple times warranting her speedy death.
Though it was not reported, the professor was sure that it was a bounty hunter who made the arrest. And he can't help but express his fascination and childhood dream of becoming a bounty hunter. And now the topic has gone off about his favorite bounty hunter.
"Are you saying something, Miss Briony Villan? You know I always encourage open discussion in my class." The professor crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised a brow while looking at his student who seemed to have a better topic to discuss on their own.
Hearing her name, Briony straightened her back on her seat and smiled playfully. "Oh, we were just talking about how wonderful it would be if you were a bounty hunter. Because although I haven't seen a real one, you look like one of them."
The professor narrowed his eyes on Briony, bootlicking is one of her many talents. And she is good at it because the creases on the professor's forehead immediately soften. Though he didn't show it in front of the class, he was flattered by Briony's indirect compliment.
When the professor directed his gaze towards the rest of the class and continued on his lecture, Briony turned her head on her right and met her twin sister's eyes that were behind her oversized eyeglasses.
Briony knows that look from her twin sister. Those eyes were silently chastising her. Briony smiled and winked at her.
"You know, that mouth of yours will put you in some serious danger," Brina said as soon as she was joined by her twin sister, Briony. When the bell rings indicated the end of the class, she was one of the first to leave the classroom. She stood outside to wait for Briony.
"And this mouth of mine will save me from that serious danger," Briony replied with a mischievous smile.
Brina rolled her eyes while they started to walk into the corridor.
"I'll see you tomorrow Briony!" Briony's blonde best friend waved a hand and walked in the opposite direction.
"Bye, Sammy!" Briony turned and waved back at the blonde girl.
The twins walking in the school's corridor are eye-catching. The twins looked identical in many ways but they have a lot of differences.
Briony is spontaneous and energetic. She loves the spotlight and the attention that she gets from her peers. She enjoys the simplest things and having fun with her friends. She has a big circle of friends and everyone wants to be her friend.
Briony also has an eye for fashion. She is always dressed to kill and never lets a single strand of hair out of its place. And though it may not always seem like it, she knows that she cannot have the spotlight on her alone, she is very observant and sympathetic towards others' feelings.
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