"If you're not satisfied with my apology, I'll go run three laps around the field right now, no, five laps!"
Joanna Lawrence slowly recovered from her stupefaction.
Looking at the counselor's extremely nervous expression, a guess suddenly crossed her mind.
She remembered the phone call she received from Ashton Heath.
The counselor's attitude had suddenly become so respectful. Could it be something Ashton Heath did?
On reflection, that was the only possibility.
After the counselor finished speaking, he was about to head for the track.
Joanna Lawrence quickly stopped him, "Counselor, wait. Aria and I don't blame you, you don't need to apologize to us, let alone run laps around the field."
In actuality, the counselor didn't do anything wrong from his position.
If there's a fight within a dormitory, it's certain that not just one person will be dealt with.
Having to write self-criticism papers and run a few laps isn't too severe a punishment anyway.