Professor Harlem continued scanning the field persistently. He sighed when he could not find the person he was looking for. “I must have been mistaken. How could she ever appear here, let alone wearing a uniform?”
Based on her capability, she could have been a lecturer at Jadeborough University or more. Previously, she had even rejected the opportunity to stay at Maxwell University when a group of professors offered her a position.
I think I'm getting old. My eyes are starting to deceive me.
“I saw wrongly. Let's go.” Professor Harlem waved his hands, gesturing Wendy to continue leading the way.
Heaving a long sigh in her heart, Wendy ushered
him away.
At the field, Trisha ran behind a basketball stand, looking completely baffled.
“Arielle, why did you come here all of a sudden? The PE teacher wants us to go and learn yoga now.
Arielle put a finger to her lips and shushed
Trisha. Then, she pulled the latter backward while sticking her head out of the stand to take a peek at the fence.
When she saw that Wendy and Professor Harlem had gone far ahead, she was relieved. “Phew, that was close. Thank God I wasn't found.”
“By whom?” Trisha was confused.
Arielle shrugged her shoulders as she walked away from the basketball stand. “By an annoying old man. Anyway, I'm good to go now. Let's go do some yoga. I haven't tried it in real life although I've seen people practicing it on TV shows.”
Trisha tilted her head. “Are you serious? Plenty of people do that at the gym or in the park!”
Upon noticing that she nearly gave herself away through the slip of tongue, Arielle straightened her back and hurriedly explained, “I grew up in the countryside. You know, the seniors there are mostly farmers. So, yoga is too fancy for them.”
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