Chapter 311 - Empty feelings (1/2)

She strode through the rows of tables and chairs until she found her usual seat in the very back next to two other girls she spoke with from time to time.

”What'd I miss?” Ying Sheng muttered beneath her breath. She doubted it was anything important since it was probably just announcements. She didn't keep up with the class all that much because it only circulated around one project that needed to be done by early May. Xing Yue, a redhead who always seemed to wear the finest brands of clothing, smirked at her as she turned to Ying Sheng , donned in a sophisticated navy blue sheath dress.

”Girl, this is like the tenth time you've been late this semester,” she whispered as Dr. Harris went back to lecturing.

Ying Sheng shrugged, knowing most of those days had been tough ones when it was hard to drag herself out of bed. She had just been proud she had made it to class in the first place because it would've been easier to just not come at all and face the stress of it. Plus, other people skipped all of the time. They were all seniors. Dr. Harris could cut them some slack since the semester is about to end.

”I'm here now,” she pointed out. She wished that the class didn't last three hours, especially since they typically didn't do much in it but talk about their business plans. She figured it would be more beneficial to use the time to actually work on them, but what did she know?

A girl leaned forward to peer pass Xing Yue, her brunette bangs falling against her forehead.

”He's talking about the drafts due today,” she told them.

Ying Sheng's eyes narrowed in confusion, not knowing what she was talking about. She didn't remember anything about a draft being due today. She didn't even have a completed draft to turn in, and it would surprise her if anyone else did.

”Draft for the business plan?” Ying Sheng asked them as she looked between the two girls. She hoped that she was just hearing this wrong.

Xing Yue gave Ying Sheng a surprised look.

”You didn't know? He talked about it last class… toward the beginning of it,” Xing Yue murmured.

Ying Sheng internally g.r.o.a.n.e.d, realizing she was probably late last class too and had missed the announcement. She turned and watched the twenty other people in the class move to turn in their drafts of their business plan on a table toward the front of the room, her heart sinking into her stomach. She had nothing to turn in right now. Her partially done draft was on her laptop on her desk at the apartment.