The day right after the tournament I went to Uni still with face full of bruises.
"Why do you come to class with that face?. You can't even see clearly." Sam asked with a pissed look.
"I can see clearly." I pointed.
"Yes?. How many fingers am I holding?" She asked while holding her right hand in front of me.
"4." I replied and turned aside to escape from this ridiculous argument.
"It's 4 and half you idiot. You need rest." She said with a scoff.
"Tsk, why are you so desperate in sending me back to my room?" I asked getting enough annoyed to put on a fight.
"Because you look awful. Take rest, missing a single day won't change the top student." She replied with the same tone.
"I don't wanna be on the same page as that month. I had enough words from my dad." I said while folding my hands towards my chest.
"Link, seriously he acted the same last year?" She asked after sighing.
