Viola Thompson said seriously, "Because the players themselves sometimes get lost."
Diana Hershey: "..."
Fiona Knight: "..."
A real talent!
Viola picked up her school bag and packed up the love letters on the table, then walked over to the trash can.
With a swoosh, she dumped all the love letters inside.
The trash can was immediately filled.
Just as she threw away the letters, a male student walked up to Viola, his face flushed as he handed her another love letter.
"Viola, please, accept this."
Viola looked at this teenager who was in the throes of puberty, couldn't help but pat him on the head like an elder, "Young man, focus on your studies and serve our country when you grow up."
Having said that, she turned back to her seat.
The boy ran back to his class, his face burning with embarrassment.
The class next to theirs.
People had started to gossip about Viola throwing love letters in the trash can.
