（Special Section)Reasons For Being Late 34.

Samuel lay on his side, expressionlessly looking at the person sitting on the edge of the bed, working on two assignments.

　Sensing his gaze, Letitia raised her head slightly to meet his fair cheek and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, are you still unwell?"

Samuel shook his head, half of his face buried in the soft pillow, and he looked very uninspired, "How close are you?"

　"Almost." Letitia flipped through the pages, "About ten more."

　Maths and Physics were fine, but English and Biology were more difficult.

　There is too much copying to do.

　You have to control the font when writing so that it's not too obvious and the teacher notices.

　"Does that inhibitor ...... still feel right?"

Samuel was silent, and seemed to whisper something, but Letitia didn't hear him, they weren't far apart, but Letitia still didn't hear him, reflecting how low Samuel's voice was.

　Letitia looked up and touched his forehead. There was no rejection, just a lack of movement, probably due to the discomfor