Third Person's POV
Instead, she resembled a rabid beast baring its fangs, perfectly living up to the nickname countless students had secretly given her over the years—The Fearsome Shrew.
Meanwhile, the timid girl sitting beside her friend had become even more nervous, fearing that this would end up involving her and she would also have to face the consequences of her friend's foolishness.
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead as she lowered her head helplessly.
She secretly glanced sideways at her friend, hoping she would apologize and end the matter before it escalated any further.
Instead, she nearly fainted from disbelief as the black-haired girl somehow looked even lazier than before.
Covering her mouth politely, she let out a long yawn directly in Sharon's face before lazily rubbing one sleepy eye.
The meaning behind that gesture couldn't have been clearer.
She wasn't taking Sharon seriously at all.
