The next morning, Fiona got up early though she felt sore all over. She hurried as fast as she could to school, even skipping a return to the dorm room and instead going directly to the playground. Spencer was left behind, still fast asleep.
By the time she managed to rush over, some girls had already arrived. She looked around and saw Sophia waving to her. "Over here!"
Fiona ran once more, and finally, as she stood next Sophia, she struggled to catch her breath.
"Where did you go yesterday?" Sophia asked in a low voice.
"I went home." She gulped and took a huge breath. "Thank God I’m not late."
"Yeah, you’re lucky today!" Sophia smiled. "Mr. Cheng hasn’t arrived yet. This is actually the first time I got here before he did."
Fiona replied with a wordless, awkward smile.
Just then, they heard a car zooming over
"Mr. Cheng is here!"
"That’s definitely him, I recognize how the engine of his car sounds!"
"Only he drives to the playground."
Everyone started to speak. It was only until they saw Spencer pull up that all the whispering abruptly stopped.
The car screeched to a halt. He got out, greeting everybody with a scowl. Every girl turned to look at him. The band aid on his left cheek made him look a little softer and funnier, and yet he still seemed as handsome as always.
"He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood today..."
"What’s wrong with the his face?"
Fiona’s face flushed. She immediately thought back and tried to remember if she’d scratched him.
"Silence!" Spencer bellowed. "Everyone, stand upright! Count off from the first row! Now!"
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"Five."
"Six..."
Spencer walked around everyone with his hands clasped firmly behind his back. "I’m in a bad mood today. Be careful during training..." Anxiety made every minute feel like an hour
and an hour feel like a whole day.
Nobody knew when the practice was going to end until Spencer finally waved his hand. "Go rest!"
"Finally!"
"I’m so tired..."
The girls propped themselves carefully on the ground while Spencer stood still with his hands behind his back.
"Mr. Cheng, may I ask what happened to your face?" one of the girls asked.
"Were you injured in a mission yesterday?"
"Well, I think it was a scratch from some woman."
The team burst into laughter.
Meanwhile, Fiona could only muster a weak giggle as she avoided looking at him.
"Not some woman. It was my wife." Although he spoke of it as an unpleasant experience, there was an undeniable hint of acquiescence. "I’ve learned that men shouldn’t offend women unless they‘re okay with not having breakfast."
"You haven't had breakfast yet?"
"What happened with your wife last night?"
"How is she?"
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