Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 684-Meanwhile, over at Mayweather Polytechnic University, Mica was in a classroom in one of the campus buildings. She was seated in the last row as she worked on her calligraphy while waiting for Sebastian’s class to end.

Just then, Tiana walked past the back door and spotted Mica from the corner of her eyes. She sauntered into the classroom and approached Mica, hoping that she would tell her what Elise had been up to these days.

However, she had only just walked up to Mica when she caught a glimpse of the calligraphy work on the desk, and she suddenly grew very interested in it.

The Sonnet 18 calligraphy transcription bore the unique font that QH herself had developed. The font was precise, elegant, and demanded the beholder’s attention. The transcription was as good as a printed copy, but it was obviously hand-written, seeing as it was on an ordinary piece of paper instead of proper stationery.

Mica couldn’t even make the cut for the Calligraphy Association. Who would’ve thought that she personally knew a legendary figure who possessed such refined calligraphy skills? The transcription is superbly done!

Just then, Tiana suddenly remembered that Sonnet 18 happened to be the theme for the Calligraphy Contest finals held by the Tissote Calligraphy Association. So, if she could get her hands on this copybook and use it as a guide while practicing at home, she was bound to win first place!

Tiana brightened up at the thought, but she recomposed herself just as quickly as she reached out to tap Mica on the shoulder.

Mica turned around with a smile as she thought that it was Sebastian who had tapped her shoulder but frowned when she saw that it was Tiana. While Tiana was always courteous to her, Mica still found the girl inexplicably and unnervingly hard to read.

“Good day, Miss Hill,” Mica greeted with an awkward nod. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“It’s no big deal, but Sebastian was bringing his friend to the infirmary after the poor lad suffered a heat stroke, and he was asking if you could go over and lend him some cash,” Tiana lied smoothly.

“A heat stroke?” Mica’s eyes widened in concern as she pressed, “Is Sebastian okay?”

“He’s fine, but he left his wallet back home this morning, so he really needs your help now,” Tiana answered solemnly.

“Okay, thanks for telling me. I’ll get going then!” Mica said as she slung her purse over her shoulder and hurried out of the classroom.

floor mainly were used as study halls on campus, and nearly all the desks were occupied with books and other stationery, indicating that the desks were taken, not to mention saving students the trouble of moving their stuff around. This

out of sight that she returned to the desk, took the Sonnet 18 transcription out from

minutes later, Mica left the infirmary with a confused look, only to run into

to be in the infirmary? What were you

“Class ended earlier than usual, and I came to look for you.

we grab lunch? I don’t want us to have to wade through

18 Elise had personally calligraphed for her was missing. She flipped through all the papers and books on the table and even the desk drawer, but the script was nowhere to be found. Frustration and anxiousness filled her as she realized that this was the second time she had

of guilt seized her, and tears started welling up in her eyes as she

Sebastian asked gently when he sensed that she had

supposed to use it as a

whole morning?” He thought she was being a little melodramatic about this and snapped impatiently, “How is losing a piece of

just been losing everything she gave me…” Mica

you still blame me for losing your precious badge? I thought we agreed that we’d move on

at her made her gut

such, he pulled her into his arms, then apologized softly, “Okay, I’m sorry. Stop crying. I only meant to say that

a little more. I don’t blame you; I’m just worried I would let you

on, let’s get something good

“Okay.”

him out of the classroom obediently. For some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Tiana had stolen the script from her, but in the absence of proof, she could only try to

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since his meeting with Jack, Craig had been struggling to make it as a gigolo. But, unfortunately, it had been half a month since any of the usual affluent ladies called him up, and he wasn’t sure where they managed to get ahold of the

at the restaurants where the wealthy ladies usually patronized to badger them, only to have them cast him aside after they showed

couldn’t be bothered to entertain those who could only offer him mere thousands. So, with his source of income shrinking fast,