17
Last time, I offended her by helping Elijah.
She teased me openly and secretly, but I had
good grades, a good family, and a strong
personality.
Eventually, she gave up.
This time, we didn’t exchange many words.
I couldn’t figure out why she was looking for
- me.
“So, Elijah’s always loved you?”
She looked at me, giving a rather unfriendly
sneer: “But he’s nothing special. What does it
matter if he was with you? When he died, he
was only thinking of me!”
Confirmed, she had the same memories as
before.
Thinking I didn’t understand her, she became
more arrogant and even tried to slap me.
“But I advise you not to have any ulterior
motives; my current status is not something
you can covet.”
I grabbed her hand and threw it away.
She yelped in pain, starting to curse: “Heather
Zhou, don’t push your luck! Do you believe I
can have someone kill you!”
Taller than her, I looked down at her: “Don’t
bother me.”
“You b****!”
She was about to attack me but was stopped
by someone.
It was Elijah, who hadn’t appeared for a long
time.
Heather immediately changed her demeanor,
acting coquettishly beside him: “Why are you
here? Are you worried about me being
alone?”
Elijah looked at her but said nothing.
I didn’t want to watch their sweet moments,
so I packed my bag and prepared to leave. But Heather stopped me: “Nerd, you don’t
think you’ll really do well this time, do you?”
My hand paused.
She continued: “Drop that saintly act; it’s
disgusting.”
It was strange; what was she on about?
I was about to speak when a clear voice came
from afar: “Some people can only go to junior
college; where’s the nerve to taunt the top
student? If you don’t have a mirror at home,
you must have urine.”
It was Jason.
