Gold Ship Is Afraid of Being Bored

Or secretly make snide remarks about the state of Japanese society.

Hearing that, Air Groove finally relaxed.

She decided to tag along while Zhou Yuang worked.

As for when he would start?

They could head over right now.

"I'm telling you, take a break once in a while."

Air Groove scolded Zhou Yuang the whole way. She had plenty to say about Rudolf dumping work on him while secretly slacking off herself.

"It's fine. Tracen Academy can't be full of people feeling down. Maybe the place will be pretty quiet."

Come on. It wasn't as if everyone was miserable all day, right?

Zhou Yuang opened the classroom door and rubbed his chin as he took in the newly furnished Confessional.

The classroom had been divided into sections. One held sofas and a round table; another had a bar-style counter. The work area had cabinets and a refrigerator, while partitions separated the guest area into individual booths.

Glass divided the counter like a bank teller's window, but a curtain between the two panes kept either side from seeing the other. The only way to talk was through the desk phones beside them.

"Why does this look like a prison visitation room?"

Zhou Yuang had thought it was pretty nice, but Air Groove's comment left him silent.

Could this be my new cell?

Ha! You might as well put me in Terran armor from StarCraft II!

With a wry smile, Zhou Yuang read the Confessional's notice board, then stepped behind the counter.

The moment he entered, he saw a stack of documents on the desk.

He opened them and found Student Council paperwork waiting for approval.

"Hey!"

Air Groove immediately wanted to have a word with Rudolf. She had wondered why Rudolf's desk had held fewer documents than usual.

So this was