Nothing Else To Offer
"Huh?" The young man named Kilrig raised his head and looked at Instructor Grease with narrowed yet still sleepy eyes. "What did you just say?"
Instructor Grease cleared his throat as he answered: "I said you will be vice president of the class."
"Not doing it." Kilrig snorted before putting his head down to go back to sleep, but before he could, he was suddenly drenched in water. "What the hell are you doing!?"
"Kilrig, you seem to be misunderstanding something. I was not asking if you want to become vice president. I was telling you that you are." Instructor Grease would not have been so forceful if Kilrig had rejected him normally, but sleeping in class and giving him an attitude at the same time did not sit well with him.
Kana, on the other hand, felt something was off about this young man. He had been sleeping this entire time, even when her daughter was pressuring the class. She leaned over and whispered to Creige. "What do you think?"