‘Gillian, come over and read this content to the class.

Gillian, collect the books and bring them to my office.

Gillian, my book has just fallen; pick it up.

Gillian…’

Gillian slurped her drink through the straw loudly, her action resulting in noisy bubbles popping in the drink; her whole person slumped onto the cafeteria seat, her eyes reddened and shimmering with tears, and her expression very pitiful.

Why? Why is she a modeling student? Why does she have to return to school this time? Why does that bastard have to be a professor in the same school as her? Why does he have to be in charge of her...