Mrs Hale, I Surrender

The Purple Gold Cup architectural design competition and judging event began promptly at seven o’clock.

After the host warmed up the audience, the chairman of the Architectural Association delivered a speech that lasted for over twenty minutes, while Michale Shaw yawned incessantly. In this season, a warm breeze could make one so comfortable that sleep seemed inevitable.

Wyatt Hale caught a glimpse of William out of the corner of his eye, his brow furrowed...

The kid was actually using his phone to study.

"When did I not notice how studious you were?"

"Finals are right after New Year’s Day; it’s crunch time."

"Did you fail any subjects last semester?"

"I did not! You think I’m like you? I heard you often failed classes when you were studying."

"..."

Michale Shaw hummed lightly; he was never one for studying, and yawned again, "Speaking of which, you’re prepping for exams and still have the nerve to be here? Little Wyatt, be honest with me, is there something I don’t know about?"

This kid loved a commotion.