The girls didn't seem to notice his expression, probably just like Holly Winslow back in the day—completely blinded by his good looks.
'Hah, the only reason we're together is because I was "blind" to his personality.'
The girls glanced at the large screen and then asked, "How many people per team? And can we form our own?"
Holly Winslow glanced back at the words on the screen: "Four-person teams, form your own."
"..."
Just as she was about to speak, Scholar Quincy beside her said matter-of-factly, "You can't enter the competition if you're nearsighted." He then took Holly Winslow's pen and crossed out the girls' names.
The girls froze for a few seconds before it dawned on them. Their expressions soured, and they left in a huddle.
Holly Winslow: "..."
'That Mortimer Quincy really has no clue how to let a girl down easy. No wonder he was destined to be single for life.'
