Combat Training
After lunch spent inside Ling Xin's special little world again, it was time to head to the third period for the day—Etiquette.
In other words, a useless lesson.
The teacher for this class was called Mr. Dul. That was not a joke. I guess it made sense, given how dull the lesson was. Really, all we learned was how to respond to orders, how to dress properly, how to behave during parades and formal gatherings… the list goes on. Some students in my class were actually interested, which baffled me beyond comprehension. How can someone physically find this interesting? None of the girls found this class exciting, but strangely, Claire seemed somewhat absorbed.
Though, when questioned about it, she just refused to answer and make an excuse like usual. The plan to get close to her was going to take no longer than expected, it seemed.