Thankfully, the hellish "light exercise" session—courtesy of our ever-energetic protagonist—was finally over.
I survived.
Barely.
Now, it was time for my next class.
To my surprise, I was actually feeling okay.
My legs weren't shaking like jelly anymore, and my breathing had more or less returned to normal. All thanks to Professor Lena, of course. She was the one who handed me that glorious bottle of cold water and, more importantly, told me to take a break while the others finished their laps.
So yeah—compared to earlier, I was in much better shape.
And hey, good news for me: my next class just so happens to be with my homeroom teacher... who is, conveniently, Professor Lena herself.
After that death march of a jog, she actually offered me the option to skip class.
Yes. You heard that right.
A professor. At this academy. Told me I could skip class.
With a straight face, she looked at me and said, "You can sit this one out if you're still feeling unwell."
I nearly cried.
