Nina Sinclair stood at the entrance, her face deathly pale.
She glanced down at her outfit but didn't think it was that outrageous.
So she retorted, "Professor, what century are we in? This outfit would be considered perfectly fine online. Besides, I rushed straight here after my event. How is it that in your eyes, I'm suddenly dressed inappropriately?"
Professor Myers's face flushed red. He opened his mouth to speak, his expression clearly showing a trace of anger.
Seeing Professor Myers at a loss for words, Nina Sinclair held her head high and walked to a seat in the last row.
At school, Nina Sinclair often left campus and skipped classes, so she had no friends there.
She barely interacted with her roommates, either. She glanced around and, seeing no other empty seats, prepared to sit in the last row.
"Are there no seats in the front?"
Professor Myers frowned. "I've barely seen you in class. If you don't start studying, you'll have a hard time graduating."
