As soon as Miss Jeanne finished taking the final measurement of my large grunt body, she flashed me a quick, confident smile before suddenly dashing away from our group.
"Whoa?!?" I uttered in surprise at the sudden swiftness the brunette lady showcased. Her movements were not just swift but also graceful, almost as if she was gliding across the workshop floor like a figure skater. She headed straight for a particular corner of the Clothing Section workshop, which I quickly realized must be her exclusive personal workstation.
Naturally, I followed after her, with my senior grunt No. 147 also following behind me. The professor herself trailed behind us at a rather casual pace.
I finally saw Miss Jeanne's personal workspace.
