Chapter 217: Night SCARE

“So that the mold grooving on their bodies from sitting too long will be dispersed by the wind,” Lydia answered again. “So, they tagged along as a vacation,” Ethel said. “Given that some of them have already sworn their allegiance to the mold, it might as well be a punishment,” Lydia answered, and three of them turned around to notice the graduate students were staring at them. “Child, is this how we taught you to talk?” Cindy asked, and Lydia rolled her eyes. “Forgive the child; her mouth is legendary for catastrophe,” Ethel said, pushing Lydia back to making her tents. “Your graduate class does not know Lydia; you will soon get used to her," one of their coursemates said. “She rarely talks, but when she does..." another said and trailed off. “It’s fine; you will get used to it. It is only for a few days, after all,” a professor said, only to pause. “But now that I think about it, the engineering workshop course that joined last year is still recovering from her mouth,” he seem