Bab 49: Chapter 8 - Midterm Examination (3)

"What's this supposed to mean?" Shredica glared at me, eyes filled with coldness.

"What do you mean, what's this supposed to mean? Can't you see it for yourself?" I gestured towards Titania, currently placing an order at the cashier. "She's going to help us."

"That's why I asked, what exactly is this supposed to mean? Why Titania?" she questioned, skepticism evident. It made sense; Titania didn't exactly scream academic prowess.

But, desperate times called for desperate measures. We had no choice but to rely on her.

"Why her, you ask? Isn't her rank the answer? She's 70th in the gold class. She's gotta have something useful, right? I mean, she wouldn't be in the gold class if she wasn't, well, academically gifted."

"You do realize the school hasn't evaluated us academically, right? How could you know?"