The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 351

Chapter 351: This boy named Sam, is simply a miracle
During the lunch break, Sam wasn’t hungry at all. He didn’t feel like eating, so instead of going to the cafeteria, he chose to head to the study room.

Inside the study room, he happened to bump into another regular.

“You’re here too?”

Sophie was leisurely eating her lunch, but when Sam pushed the door open and spoke, she froze, suddenly looking like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

“Oops!”

She couldn’t help but let out a yelp and quickly grabbed her lunch box, as if she wanted to hide it somewhere.

Was she thinking that Sam was going to steal her food? Or was she embarrassed to be seen eating there?

How adorable.

Sam smiled and sat down across from Sophie.

“Come on, it’s not the first time I’ve seen you eat. Why the embarrassment?”

Sophie’s thoughts were transparent.

She couldn’t help feeling a bit annoyed, “Who’s embarrassed? Don’t flatter yourself.”

“What were you trying to do just now? That move wasn’t because you thought I was going to steal your food, was it?”

“You…!!”

Sophie’s face turned even redder.

Sam had to admit, the two most wonderful things in the world:

One, making Angel shy.

Two, making Sophie angry.

Of course, the former was a bit difficult, but the latter never failed.

Sam chuckled.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Go on and eat, pretend I’m not here.”

Saying this, Sam then took out his phone.

Nothing special, just texting his sister to see if she had eaten yet.

Ava didn’t reply. Maybe she was eating? One of her good habits was not to play with her phone during meals, focusing entirely on her food.

Sam wasn’t in a hurry. Although Ava was in a strange place like Kuhang, she was already in 9th grade and could take care of herself.

Since Ava didn’t reply, Sam naturally responded to Angel’s message.

[You’re not in the cafeteria?]

Just a simple question from her.

Sam thought about it, feeling it unlikely that she would go to the cafeteria looking for him, although she used to go occasionally, but always with a purpose. She didn’t like to frequent places where ‘commoners’ gathered.

Sam edited a message in reply.

[Yeah, not very hungry, so didn’t feel like eating. Why, missing me?]

[I’m eating out with some boring girls, come find me if you want.]

But Sam didn’t plan to go.

[If you find it boring, why eat with them?]

[Just some girls my family knows, not close, just agreed to meet up.]

[Then enjoy your meal, I won’t disturb you, I wouldn’t understand your conversation anyway.]

Sam felt he handled it well.

[It’s all your fault.]

He didn’t expect Angel to suddenly send such a message.

[What’s wrong?]

[If you had asked me out to eat, I wouldn’t have had to go. Apologize to me quickly.]

Angel was unreasonable, yet Sam could feel her adorable frustration through the screen, almost making him laugh.

Sam replied with a cartoon emoji, then stopped replying.

Because girls always say they need your company all the time, but in reality, people don’t always have that much to talk about.

Ending the conversation at the right moment, or not replying at all.

That’s a clever trick, because when you have time and topics to talk about, you can always pick up the last sentence from the other person to reply.

Sophie, noticing Sam suddenly laughing and then becoming serious, found it strange.

“What are you laughing at?”

Sam immediately snapped back to reality, adjusting his demeanor.

“Nothing, just saw a funny piece of news.”

“Sam, can’t you just admit you were chatting with another woman?”

Sophie looked at him disdainfully, not forgetting to add a bit of pride: I saw right through you, you womanizer!

Sam smiled.

“How could that be? You’re eating in front of me, why would I chat?”

“Really? Then let me see your phone.”

“No no no!”

Sam had his principles, the biggest of which was never letting anyone look through his phone… well, not even casually.

“Feeling guilty?”

Sophie scoffed, not noticing a grain of rice still stuck at the corner of her mouth, which made her look quite comical.

Sam held back a smile, then picked up his phone.

“Do you really want to see?”

“Not really, I just need to conclude from your behavior that you’re lying…” She was about to logically state her judgment, giving the young man a little shock.

“Click, click!”

The flashing of the camera gave her a real shock first.

“Oops, forgot to turn off the flash, sorry.”

Sam sincerely apologized.

Sophie was stunned, then realized, are you apologizing for forgetting to turn off the flash?!

“Jerk…! Why are you taking pictures of me?!”

Sam laughed and quickly retreated, then fiddled with his phone.

“Nothing, just showing you something interesting.”

“Ding-dong~”

After he finished, Sophie heard her phone buzz.

She picked it up, puzzled and a bit uneasy.

Then she saw the photo Sam had sent. The signal here was a bit poor, the image spun a few times, but the pressure it brought to the girl was as agonizing as waiting for a court verdict.

Finally, it loaded.

Then Sophie’s eyes widened.

The photo… was taken from Sam’s angle, that was right, but why did she look so serious, like she was judging? Like a judge?

And this young, beautiful judge had a grain of rice at the corner of her mouth?!

“Sam!! You jerk!!”

Sophie was so upset she couldn’t even continue eating, almost wanting to climb onto the table and kick this young man’s head.

Sam grabbed his phone and ran.

While running, he didn’t forget to leave behind his mischievous laughter.

“Sophie, I’ll keep your beautiful photo!”

“Jerk…!!”

Running was definitely not an option against this jerk, so Sophie just gave up at the door.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She took out her phone and sent Sam a few threatening messages, but Sam definitely didn’t reply.

In just a while, he had run upstairs.

Just as he stopped, he heard a familiar voice.

“You seem very happy, Sam.”

Sam turned around unprepared, only to see a figure leaning against the corridor window sill.

Dressed in a thick coat, yet wearing a pleated skirt with gray over-the-knee socks.

Compared to black and white, gray stockings had a unique charm.

And this youthful attire, standing at the wind-blown window, with her long hair lifted, revealing a perfect profile, looked very artistic. The owner was Isabella.

“Isabella, senior? What are you doing here?”

Isabella smiled at Sam, leaning against the window sill.

“This is part of the school, I can be here, and anywhere else, well… except the men’s restroom.”

Sam chuckled.

“I just didn’t expect you to be standing here alone. Are you catching some air? Or enjoying the view?”

“Neither, just trying to appear a bit more sophisticated, so I deliberately stood here to mimic the female lead in movies.”

“… ‘Rose’, sometimes being too honest is your sense of humor, right?”

“Pfft… ‘Jack’, only you would get my point so quickly.”

Isabella laughed easily and naturally. For some reason, Sam felt that Isabella seemed a bit different from before, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly had changed.

“Not really.”

“Hmm?”

“At least your beauty is something I can’t get enough of.”

“Ah?”

The girl blinked, revealing a clear shyness.

Sam realized he had fully embraced the role of a womanizer, how come these flirtatious words came so naturally?

Sam shook his head, smiling.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, just showing off my sense of humor like you.”

Isabella’s hair fluttered with the cold wind outside.

Her delicate face turned a bit red, the kind that even if you saw it in a drama, you couldn’t help but want to reach through the screen to cover her with a coat.

Sometimes, a sense of loneliness is the biggest weapon.

Not only can it immerse oneself, but it can also affect others.

“Is your sense of humor flirting and seducing women?”

“You’re different, you’re a senior.”

“Nice one, Sam. I can never get the upper hand in an argument with you.”

“Not really… By the way, nothing unusual happened on your side these past few days, right?”

Sam remembered the last incident and was still a bit worried about this girl’s safety.

Isabella shook her head.

“It’s fine, no problems.”

“But why haven’t there been any club activities these past few days?”

Sam suddenly looked sharply at Isabella.

He realized something was off. Isabella, who was very keen on club activities, had been unusually quiet these past few days. Although Sam hadn’t been to the club room recently, it seemed odd that she hadn’t reacted at all.

Isabella, however, wasn’t flustered, instead smiling at this gentle, considerate, yet somewhat unsettling young man.

Sam thought briefly.

“You’re hoping… to digest the fact that you have superpowers? Adjusting how to face them?”

Sam made his guess.

Isabella surely knew she would tell Angel the truth, and perhaps Sophie would know too… so how she should normally face those two girls seemed worth considering.

Isabella smiled.

“No, I’m just giving you time to face this honest me… and you’ve been busy with your sister lately, probably didn’t have time.”

Sam was stunned.

Was it really giving them time to digest?

“Actually… you could also ask them to carry on with club activities…”

Isabella blinked.

“Sam, up to today, don’t you realize who the real core of this club is?”

“…You’re not going to say it’s me, right? You’re the president.”

Isabella softly said, “I am the president, true, but whether it’s Angel or Sophie, they can function normally because of your presence. I’m just like an NPC in a game, responsible for pushing the necessary plot forward, arranging some tasks. Actually, the performers have always been you guys… oh no, I should have saved these words for when I leave school, my exit scene is ruined now.”

This girl… what nonsense is she talking about?

Sam was momentarily confused.

“Senior, you’re also important, without you there wouldn’t be this club.”

“I know, but… you’re the one who creates everything, including every activity. Without you, do you think it would operate normally and be interesting?”

Of course not.

Sam wasn’t being conceited, but he was very aware of Sophie and Angel’s personalities. If it weren’t for his presence, they wouldn’t have generated some of the confrontational scenes.

So… Sam suddenly thought of something, looking at Isabella.

This girl, now appearing plain and artistic, gently touched the hair by her ear. “Um, sorry. I’ve largely used you. Used your presence to achieve some things I wanted to see, things I wanted to do but couldn’t do alone.”

Sam sighed.

“It’s okay, most relationships in this world are essentially about using each other, there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“Being gentle all the time can be costly.”

Isabella seemed to be reminding him.

Sam smiled.

“I’m best at taking losses.”

Looking at the young man in front of her, still sunny, still flawless, as if nothing could break him.

Isabella might wonder why such a boy exists in the world? More importantly…

This boy named Sam, is simply a miracle.