Her Hidden Hero from the Unwritten Page novel Chapter 15

Winona decisively gave up, picked up her phone, and checked her texting app.

There were two class group chats. One included the homeroom teacher and the subject teachers, mostly used for assigning homework and sending out test materials. The other had no teachers in it.

Right now, the teacher-free chat, aptly named "The Academic Burnout Society," was blowing up with notifications.

The Great English Rep: [Emergency! Who's done with the physics worksheet? Send a copy to your humble servant, I'm begging.]

Maining Aphrodite: [I need it too (crying face). Once again petitioning to change the group name to Death by Homework.]

SpicySpaghetti: [They give us two days off, but hand out six worksheets. How the hell is this any different from not having a break?]

Slacker King: [I finished it, but the last two essay questions were too hard. I couldn't solve them.]

Maining Aphrodite: [For real? If the academic rep can't solve them, then barely anyone in this class can.]

Slacker King: [I really couldn't. It's too hard (crying face).]

SpicySpaghetti: [@X, Calling the academic god. Calling the god.]

X: [Haven't done physics yet. Will send it when I finish.]

Slacker King: [Thank you, God Herbert.]

Maining Aphrodite: [Thank you, God Herbert.]

A massive wave of "Thank you, God Herbert" flooded the screen.

Aside from the few quiet students on full-ride poverty scholarships, most of the class consisted of highly active socialites.

The messages scrolled past in seconds.

X: [Stop.]

"Hmph. What a poser!"

Winona let out a disdainful scoff. She tossed her phone onto the desk, crossed her arms, and engaged in a staring contest with the blank physics worksheet. She could read every single word, but strung together, they made absolutely zero sense.

She scrubbed her hands through her hair in utter agony. She felt like a middle-aged man facing his wife—willing, but completely incapable.

“Physics! You truly strip me of all my dignity.”

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