Not Sulking

The next morning.

The long-awaited practical exam had arrived.

Actually, I hadn't been waiting for it. The practical exam was held the day after the written exam ended.

I rubbed the stiffness from the back of my neck and yawned deeply.

I'd felt so sluggish from taking written exams for days that I was about to lose my mind.

At least we moved our bodies during class, but sitting on my butt all day had nearly driven me crazy.

"Rowoonrowoon... are you angry...?"

"No. I'm not angry."

Why would I be angry?

It's not like I was angry that Lucia, whom I'd thought was my fellow comrade, had gotten third in the written exam...