THE next few days went surprisingly well for me. I peacefully attended my classes, fulfilled my library duties, and ate in the canteen, likely because Ash was suspended and couldn’t disturb me.

Oh, well, except for this.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" said a tourism student before pouring her milk tea over my head. She only poured a little, but it was enough to make my entire head sticky.

Fuck.

"I didn't mean to do it, but at least you got a taste of milk tea," she said mockingly, pointing to ...