Not A Regressor

It was already five in the afternoon. Students were playing around playing soccer on the field, with some of the girls cheering for them. There were some who played around with their friends, loners who sat quietly while reading a book, and some who were showing their affection to each other publicly and secretly. 

This scene could be described as peaceful.

In the distance was the female dormitory where they could see the full view of the field. A girl stood there with her arms crossed below her chest emphasizing the lump of fat in front of her. She was wearing thick round glasses and a face mask, which made the students passing by her unable to discern her identity.

The only thing that made her stand out was her elegant and sophisticated aura, which made people stay away from her due to the vibe she was giving out. There was a contrast between her good-student looks and her vibe.