The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Won’t you come in for a cup of coffee?
Probably no one expected it, except for Sam himself. The burly young thug was simply knocked down by a single punch from Sam, without even a hint of resistance.

Lying on the ground, he looked almost dead, only his vacant, wide-open eyes and rapid breathing proving he was still alive. When Sam released his foot, the thug just lay there flat.

The remaining two looked at Sam with eyes wide with terror, unable to believe what they were seeing in this young man.

“What… what are you doing!” Sam looked amusedly at the remaining two skinny thugs.

“Weren’t you the ones who started this? Now that you see things aren’t going your way, you want to play the victims?”

The two men glared at Sam with evident hatred, but their fear was more pronounced due to the power Sam had just displayed.

Sam saw this clearly in their eyes. So, he smiled and pointed at the man on the ground, “Aren’t you going to do something for your leader? Just going to leave him lying there?”

“You… you little punk! Do you know what happens when you mess with the Fifth Street Saints?!”

“Let’s not talk about that now, let’s get the leader out of here first!” Clearly, one of them was a bit smarter, knowing that antagonizing Sam at this moment wasn’t wise. The strength Sam had shown wasn’t something the two of them could handle. Who would want to trade blows knowing they’d be on the losing end?

So, the outcome was clear. After a moment’s hesitation, they hurried over to drag their dazed leader away, leaving behind a threat, “You just wait, kid!”

As they came over to drag away the burly youth, Sam stepped forward and placed his foot on the thug’s back. It wasn’t a heavy move, but it was immensely humiliating.

It was as if he was saying, “Did you really think you could just walk away with your leader that easily?”

The two men looked at Sam, puzzled and angry. “What… what are you doing!”

Sam looked innocently at them. “Just wiping my shoes.”

“Damn it… Die!” Who could stand such humiliation? Especially since they had been drinking, the rush of blood to the head was all too familiar to them.

So, at that moment, they didn’t care about anything else. Swinging the wine bottles in their hands, they aimed for Sam’s head, intending to leave him bloodied without a second thought about the consequences.

If people could consider these things in moments of extreme impulse, crimes of passion wouldn’t exist in the world.

But Sam didn’t leave much suspense in that instant, nor did he give Isabella much chance to be shocked.

“Bang!”

“Bang!!”

Two punches, lightning-fast, almost before anyone could see the young man move. With his enhanced abilities and occasional personal training from Aurora, Sam’s combination of skills, strength, and speed was terrifying.

He struck both men in the abdomen, and the effect was immediate. They doubled over, unable to even scream out in pain. The agony was so intense they couldn’t muster the strength to shout, only able to open their mouths wide, eyes bulging as they bent over and slowly knelt on the ground, drooling.

At that moment, there was no chance for harsh words or expressions.

All they could think about was who this young man was. What kind of power was this? Are you really just a high school student? No, this isn’t a world from a Xianxia novel! Where did this mysterious high school student come from?!

“You… are you okay?” Isabella came back to her senses and hurried over to check on Sam.

Sam was looking at his fists, perfectly fine, not a scratch on them. Although the force of a punch is reciprocal, with his self-healing abilities and strong power levels, Sam didn’t need to worry.

His training with Aurora had paid off; otherwise, if it had been the old him, he might have taken a few punches himself. Although it wouldn’t have changed the outcome, as a protagonist, you can lose anything, but you have to remain cool.

He turned back, looking very calm at the beautiful senior. “Who looks like they’re in trouble now?”

Isabella hesitated. “Should we call the police?”

Sam shook his head. “Let’s go.”

He didn’t waste words. As the three on the ground began to groan softly, he took the girl’s wrist and quickly left the park.

Isabella was still a bit dazed. “Why not call the police?”

Sam smiled and said, “Do you think calling the police would cause them more trouble or us? Besides, even if those guys are arrested, they’ll be released soon enough. Going to the police station to give statements and all that is just too much hassle.”

“But that’s not safe…”

“So, during this time, you should be careful, senior. Keep in touch, and absolutely do not go out alone at night. If anything happens, call me or the police.”

Sam had his reasons for this judgment. A beautiful high school girl living alone in Kuhang encountering such an incident was troublesome. Calling the police might seem like a good option, but could the police really protect her safety all the time? Or would they be able to root out the so-called Fifth Street Saints entirely?

It was unrealistic.

Moreover, Sam had a feeling that given the strange ways of this world, this incident might not be a simple interlude but perhaps the beginning of some ‘prank’ intended to add a ‘new twist’ to Sam’s peaceful life.

He couldn’t rule out this possibility, so he chose a more cautious approach, ready to not let things end as simply as they did today if other developments arose.

Hearing Sam’s response, Isabella still frowned slightly, obviously a bit uneasy. “But… I still hope you don’t get involved in these troubles, especially because of me…”

Sam chuckled. “Why do you like to take responsibility like me? Even if it wasn’t you, if it were anyone else behind me, I would do the same.”

“Why?”

“Because I am the embodiment of justice!”

Isabella couldn’t help but laugh. “Sam, do you know why I later preferred to be active on social media, become a cosplayer?”

She seemed more relaxed, smiling at Sam.

Sam honestly shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Under the dense night sky, Isabella’s long eyelashes trembled slightly as she spoke softly. “Because I gradually realized something. Even with the ability to read minds, I could understand their thoughts, but it was really hard to change some people’s nature. Like when I started to cater to others’ wishes, doing things they wanted to see, being helpful, understanding…”

“But then? I found their thoughts changed: ‘Since Isabella is so easy to talk to, let’s lie and say my brother is sick and ask her to do the student council’s tasks…’ My goodwill, my desire to fit in, was slowly drained, exploited. I realized… understanding someone’s heart isn’t enough, but I can never change their nature, so I started to find understanding someone’s thoughts frightening.”

Sam could somewhat understand this feeling. What was thought to be a gift turned out to be a kind of disaster.

Believing that understanding hearts would lead to better relationships, only to find that one’s accommodating personality was seen as a pleasing trait, only to be commanded, used, and endlessly drained.

“So… are you disappointed with this?” Sam looked at her.

She led Sam into an apartment complex and then into an elevator, pressing the floor number. The bright light in the elevator illuminated their figures, and she appeared relieved yet melancholic.

“Yeah, very disappointed. So I thought maybe… not fitting in was a better choice. So I turned to social media, found a new way to freely express my life, my existence. Bad comments, I delete; good comments, I keep; no need for extra interaction. Then I got into cosplaying, portraying different characters, using my ability to read minds to meet everyone’s expectations…”

As the elevator doors opened, she gave Sam a somewhat tender smile. “Sam, do I look a mess?”

Sam shook his head. “No, senior. Even after hearing this story, the image of you in my heart hasn’t changed. You still shine brilliantly.”

“You’re quite the smooth talker, Sam.”

She smiled sweetly, purely and naturally. Maybe… this was her most authentic self?

Sam escorted her to her apartment door, then smiled. “Alright, get some rest.”

He was about to turn and leave, ending this exhausting and information-packed day.

But just as the door was about to close, the girl suddenly blurted out something somewhat familiar, yet unbelievable coming from Isabella’s mouth.

“Since you’re already here… won’t you come in for a cup of coffee?”

…Come in for a cup of coffee?

Isabella, a smart and rational person, often active on social media… didn’t she know what this phrase might imply to a man? Didn’t she realize what it meant for a man and a woman alone together?

What was she thinking?