Chapter 25 - 20 Teach Me
Rod had always wanted to complain about this, "Students get maternity leave? And why do you all seem to think an unwed pregnancy is something to be celebrated?"
A few seniors looked at him with surprise, and the one with the red armband explained, "He’s lost his memory and forgotten a lot of things."
"That works?"
One senior wailed, "Do you not need to understand anything, as long as you have a face that looks like it has splinters of moonlight in your eyes, eyebrows that hide the gentle breeze of lake willows, a face like a portrait, a high and straight nose like fine white jade, thin lips harboring a sentimental sorrow, and messy black hair exuding a faint dominance like the clanging swords in the wind and rain? Does the young miss from the Miboer family really need to be so forward? Why doesn’t one girl fancy me? Why isn’t a sensitive, melancholic, and affectionate boy like me popular?"
Rod looked at him speechlessly. Are you a minstrel? Don’t you feel cringy saying that?
But from his expression, it seemed he didn’t feel cringy at all; instead, the other seniors were the ones cringing hard.
One yanked at his sleeve and whispered, "Stop talking, Shaw. You’re embarrassing us all the way to the newcomers."
Shaw shook off his hand and shouted, "What’s embarrassing? Is there anything more embarrassing than finishing a four-year term without even touching a girl’s hand?"
Looking at the other seniors, who all had faces flushed with embarrassment and nowhere to hide, it appeared they were not much different from this minstrel.