The group watched her leave, a chill wind blowing upon them, stirring an odd sensation deep in their hearts.
Then, footsteps sounded from behind. Lynd Hutt from Class One, along with Zac Elinor and others, approached the dormitory entrance.
When the two groups met, the air filled with an embarrassing tension so intense it felt as if one could sculpt a mansion with the awkwardness.
No one spoke; they all just stood there foolishly in the cold wind.
After a long silence, Zac Elinor touched his nose and began awkwardly, "Um... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made up those stories about Coach Edwin."
Lionel Grant glanced at the swollen face of the man who had spoken, a smile rippling across his feline eyes.
"Alright, I accept your apology. However, you should actually apologize to our coach," he said.
"Also, sorry about this—my temper isn't great, and I didn't mean to beat you up like that. I have some medicine; I'll give it to you later to apply," Lionel added.
