Meet Up

"Don't worry, I have your back."

The whispering voice echoed relentlessly in the young lady's mind. Even in her sleep, it would suddenly ring, uncontrollably piercing through her dreams.

Laiza jolted awake at her desk, her head lifting abruptly. Blinking away her grogginess, she glanced around the classroom in a panic, worried the class had already started. Thankfully, the room remained quiet—her classmates still scattered, chatting idly.

"I can't believe she enrolled for the second year. She doesn't even perform well. How was she allowed?"

The words cut through the air like a knife, drawing Laiza's gaze toward a girl seated just a few rows away. Her mismatched eyes—one a deep blue, the other a fiery red—fixed unblinkingly on the speaker.

Though the comment stung, Laiza's expression remained neutral. She dropped her gaze and slouched forward, feigning indifference as she rested her head back on the desk.