Everything he said came straight from the heart, though he knew Lilac Serval was quite skilled.
"I'm getting older, staying up late takes a toll now. I'll go out less often. Better to sleep soundly at night—early to bed, early to rise," Lilac Serval chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Compared to Little Eleven, she wasn't young anymore.
"No way, Sister Lilac, you look way prettier than the girls in our class. How could you say you're getting old? But early to bed and early to rise is good for your health—that, I do support."
"Why don't you tell me about the classes you take at school, the activities you do—are they fun?"
"Sure!" Talking about familiar topics, Little Eleven grew animated. "We don't have a lot of classes. The one I'm best at is advanced math. Back in high school, I was okay at math, but my English isn't great. I failed the college English exam once. This year, I plan to work harder on it."
