"Valencia! You naughty brat! The founders are roaming in the University. Look at you eating in the corridors so carelessly. Do you really not care about a- ?" The dean stopped talking when I glared at him.
He cleared his throat before looking away briefly.
"Why? What's that? Why are you looking at me like this?" He asked me, and I looked at him for a good few seconds before sighing and shaking my head.
"Despite my naughtiness and your angry banter with me, I thought you still cared about me. But seeing how easily you sided with the management and blamed me, I guess I was wrong about you," I shook my head before walking around him.
The dean stood there frozen for some time before he followed me.
