Sumr Monroe leaned back in her chair, looking at Willow Grant with a faint smile on her face.
She spoke softly, "I wasn’t wrong from beginning to end in this matter. I just want an apology. Tell , Willow Grant, where was I being unreasonable? And besides, this matter has nothing to do with you, right? Professor Osborne hasn’t even spoken. It’s not appropriate for you to jump in now, is it? What’s more, I just want him to apologize to . Why does it seem like I’m asking him to kneel before ..."
Finn Ford snapped his fingers and said, "Exactly! Is it your turn to speak?"
Willow Grant’s face turned crimson in an instant.
"You all..."
"Enough!" Mio Osborne said, his face dark with anger. "Willow Grant, this matter has nothing to do with you. Sit down."
Willow’s face was a mixture of red and blue as she bit her lip and sat down with a mixture of embarrassnt.
Mio Osborne took a deep breath, looked at Sumr Monroe, and said, "Sumr Monroe, it was my fault for blaming you without getting the facts straight earlier. I apologize to you."
Sumr raised an eyebrow and said, "I accept. You can start discussing the matter at hand now."
Mio Osborne’s face darkened. Being dictated to in this way was really uncomfortable.
He took several deep breaths, working hard to calm his emotions a bit.
A few seconds later, Mio Osborne spoke, "I gathered everyone in the classroom to ask if any of you are good at performing arts. Tomorrow’s opening ceremony includes a segnt for freshman performances. Each major must have at least two students perform on stage. Our class is unique in that it doesn’t belong to any particular major, so we represent a whole discipline and need to produce two performances. Is there anyone willing to volunteer?"
Upon hearing this, the students lowered their heads even more than when Mio Osborne was angry before.
They were all bookworms, getting nervous even when it ca to self-introductions. Performance on stage was too much for them.
Mio Osborne wasn’t surprised by their reaction.
Performances aren’t sothing he’d typically expect his exceptional students to do. However, after he discussed it with the principal, he was told it’s a long-standing tradition at Crestfall University. Even reciting a poem would do, but soone needs to go up there.
But at that mont, soone in the second row raised a hand.
Mio Osborne looked up, his gaze softening a bit, "Willow Grant, you want to perform?"
Willow nodded, "I can play an instrunt. I can perform on stage with that."
"Alright," Mio Osborne approved with a nod, then asked, "That’s one volunteer. Who else is willing to go? If necessary, reciting a poem is fine too."
The students grew even more reluctant.
If they perford sothing like poem recitation, wouldn’t they beco the laughing stock among their peers? They didn’t want that kind of embarrassnt either!
Mio Osborne sighed and said, "Since no one wants to volunteer, let’s decide by drawing lots. Everyone except Willow Grant will participate."
Mio Osborne tore up several pieces of paper with only one bearing a star symbol.
Once finished, he said, "Whoever draws the star will perform. Any objections?"
The students uniformly shook their heads.
There were 44 students in total in the class, minus Willow Grant, leaving a chance of one in forty-three — a risk they found acceptable.
Soon, the students lined up, one by one, to draw lots from the podium and reveal the paper in front of Mio Osborne.
When it was Sumr Monroe’s turn, Mio Osborne deliberately nudged one paper slightly outward.
The podium was partially shielded by its edge, so Sumr Monroe didn’t notice the gesture.
She casually picked the paper closest to her and opened it—
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