Just as she hesitated, her phone rang.
"Back door of the restaurant."
It was a message from Nathan Foster.
South Grant dragged her weary body over reluctantly, but Nathan Foster wasn't there, it was an instructor.
The instructor took South Grant to where Nathan Foster was currently staying, a separate room.
He wasn't staying with the other instructors, and South Grant looked around. Although the place wasn't big, it was quite decent.
"Are you staying here tonight?" South Grant asked.
"Not just me, it's us." Nathan Foster replied.
South Grant realized what he meant earlier about not having to get up early and stay up late.
Turns out he was already planning to be an instructor then.
"It won't look good if someone sees us." South Grant thought about her reputation, knowing she still had to live on campus for a long time.
"No one will see us, no one will come around here." After Nathan Foster said that, he motioned with his hand, "Come over."
