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    When she saw Ethan and Mnie approach hand in hand, a surge of anger red inside her. Her teeth crushed the lollipop with a sharp snap.


    Noticing it, Mnie quickly released Ethan’s hand. “We need an exit to attend the charity g together the day after tomorrow,” she said, her voice firm.


    Without a word, Marisa turned and pushed open the office door with purpose.


    Ethan watched, sensing Marisa’s displeasure in the tension of her movements. Inside, Marisa approached the head teacher—an elderly woman—and stated bluntly, “I need an exit.”


    The teacher paused, visibly swallowing at Marisa’s directness. “For how long?” she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.


    “A day,” Marisa replied.


    “Just a day?” the teacher echoed, her unease evident. “That won’t be an issue. I’ll handle it. Don’t worry about the exit slip.”


    “Okay.” Marisa turned and walked out.


    At that moment, the head teacher of ss One, Loraine, looked displeased and said, “Mnie, Ethan, don’t you know the entrance exams areing up? This is a crucial time! How can you simply take leave? Ethan, you’ve missed numerous lectures due to your hospitalization, and now you n to miss more?”


    Mnie stepped forward, undeterred. “We have something important to attend, Ms. Harvey. It’s just for a day and won’t impact our exams. Ethan has already caught up on his missed lectures.”


    Ethan nodded. “That’s right, ma’am. It’s just for a day.”


    Loraine frowned, shaking her head. “No, I can’t allow that,” she said, her voice resolute.


    Loraine’s tone rose, her anger in. “Since the two of you showed up in my office at the same time, I might as well get something off my chest. Are you two dating? You’ve been glued together every day, and now you even filed for leave at the same time?”


    She cut herself off and mmed her fist on the desk again. “Spit it out. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to drag your parents here for a talk.”


    Marisa froze mid-step and shot a nce at Ethan. A strange tightness seized her chest.


    More than anyone else in the room, she was desperate to hear the answer. Were they really in love?


    The air in the office tightened without warning. A few nearby teachers, having caught themotion, shifted their gaze toward Ethan and Mnie.


    At Wront University, romance wasn’t forbidden, but it wasn’t exactly weed either. First-years—or those about to be first-years—were expected to pour their energy into studying, not dating. Old-fashioned or not, that rule helped keep Wront University near the top of the national charts.


    “Hmm? Still no reply?” Loraine’s brow creased. “Don’t you get it? If you bomb this entrance exam or your rank sinks too low, the school could push you out.”


    Her eyes shifted to Mnie, then back to Ethan, weighing his situation. “Ethan, I mean you in particr. You’re not like the rest of them. Miss this shot, and you might never set foot in a college. So what if Maia Watson is your sister, or that she’s close with the dean? Rules get rewritten every year. For all we know, the elite preparatory program might be scrapped entirely by next spring.”


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