"You believe my posture is incorrect?" Juniper asked, her head held high. Her cool, clear voice carried across the field as her gazended squarely on his face.


    "That''s right," Farrell confirmed without hesitation.


    "Alright," Juniper said, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her lips as she narrowed her eyes. "Since I''m doing it wrong, why don''t you demonstrate the correct way for me?"


    Farrell, unsure of what game she was ying, but aware of the curious eyes of the watching students,plied.


    A coldugh escaped Juniper''s lips.


    "What''s so funny?" Farrell demanded, his brow furrowed in displeasure.


    "You, of course," Juniper''s voice rang out, sharp and clear. "The standard posture requires the feet to be angled outwards at approximately 60 degrees. Is that 60 degrees?"


    Farrell nced down at his own feet. The crowd''s gaze followed. It didn''t look like 60 degrees.


    "Whening to attention, the left foot should extend forward about two-thirds of its length. Do you call that two-thirds? The legs should be straight, the upper body held in the position of attention, with the body''s center of gravity falling on the right foot..."


    Juniper exined as she demonstrated, each movement so precise it could have been lifted from a textbook. In contrast, it was clear that Farrell, after years of no training and indulgent living, had forgotten the proper form. Compared to Juniper''s perfect posture, even the freshmen could see the ring difference.


    "You say my form is incorrect?" Juniper raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with casual disdain. "Why don''t we call your head instructor over and see who''s truly not up to standard?"


    Farrell was stunned into silence. He knew Juniper was right about everything, but with his pride on the line, he couldn''t find a single thing to retort. Her form was undeniably perfect; if the head instructor came, he would be the one in trouble.


    "I''ll go get him!" a boy from theputer science department shouted, ying along.


    Farrell''s hands clenched into fists, his face a mask of ugly, conflicted emotions. If he let her go, he''d lose face. But if he continued to punish her and the head instructor showed up, het be reprimanded and jose. respect anyway.


    Damn it. He never thought this girl would be so sharp, not just with ker words but with her mind. She had dug a pit for him, and he had walked right into it, humiliating himselfpletely.


    "We still have fourteen days together. Don''t celebrate too soon," Farrell hissed, leaning in close to Juniper.


    "Ohh," Juniper drawled, her eyes narrowing as azy smile graced her features. "Since there''s nothing else, I''ll be going now."


    That infuriating "ohh" again! Watching Juniper walk away, Farrell felt a rage build in his chest with nowhere to go.


    "Uncle, she''s so arrogant," Ynda said, rushing over to him, her voice filled with indignation. "How could she embarrass you in front of so many people?"


    "Hmph. She''s just a brat," Farrell snarled, his face dark and twisted with anger. His eyes were so sharp they could have killed. It was only the first day. He refused to believe she could be lucky enough to escape punishment every single time.


    Juniper, was it? Just you wait.


    ...


    That evening, the story of Juniper''s confrontation with the instructor spread throughout the entire department. In theputer science freshmen group chat, things exploded.


    [Farrell''s a psycho. Walking around with that dead-fish face, who does he think he is!]


    Someone started the anonymous tirade.


    [I agree! God, I can''t stand people who act all high and mighty!]