"Relax," she said quietly, but firmly. "She is going to fail. These exams aren't easy. And if her second major really is martial arts, then she will fail that too. Especially with us in year three."
Her voice carried a quiet edge, full of pride and something darker.
But behind all that, neither of them could shake the gnawing question...
What if she did not fail?
"No one can possibly master all four majors in just a few months," someone scoffed.
"Exactly," another added. "Her failure will start with her very first paper."
That seemed to settle it. Nicholas finally relaxed in his seat, his clenched fists loosening. Stephanie gave a slow nod, confident once more.
The rest of the class followed suit, exhaling like a tension string had finally snapped. It was true, she could not succeed. But even they had to admit… the courage to try was impressive.
"Still," someone muttered, "you have to respect the guts."
"Yeah… suicidal guts, but still."
