Somehow, she looked embarrassed. There were beads of sweat on her face, and her hair was a little messy, as if she had just finished doing some housework.

It was none other than Judy. There was even a faint smell of detergent coming from her hands.

“Ma... Maria," Judy called out as soon as she saw Maria, panting for breath.

"You're almost Late.”

Maria looked at the time on her phone. The class was about to begin "Yes... Almost.” Judy grinned.