The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 388

Chapter 388: An uppercut
“Will she really come?”

The sports field was mostly empty, with only a few people scattered around. The sun was setting quickly.

Time seemed to move faster here than in the real world.

Sam sat calmly on the bleachers.

“She’ll come.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Mia looked curiously at the boy who always seemed inexplicably confident.

Sam smiled.

“If you were in a world where every day was the same, doing the same things over and over, and one day a stranger invited you to do something different, wouldn’t you be curious enough to check it out, even if you didn’t like the person?”

Mia paused.

“Is it really that simple?”

“What else? Do you think I can solve every problem with just this face? Although, that might be true.”

“Stop being so smug. You said you were from the photography club… but you don’t even have a camera. How are you going to fool her?”

Sam laughed and pulled out his phone.

“Isn’t this a camera?”

“Huh? A phone? Wait, I have one too… but there’s no signal.”

Mia also took out her phone.

Sam chuckled. “Of course, there’s no signal. Even if there was, it wouldn’t connect to the real world. But it still has basic functions, and it can take pictures.”

“Using a phone to pretend to be from the photography club is too sloppy.”

Mia said, annoyed.

Sam smiled.

“Sloppy or not, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is the story… wait, she’s here.”

Sam looked towards the entrance of the sports field.

Mia saw her too.

She came alone.

Wearing those expensive shoes and carrying a stylish bag that set her apart from the other students.

She walked in with an elegance and confidence Mia had never seen before.

Mia quickly hid.

“Should I not be here?”

Sam nodded.

“Smart. At least for now, you shouldn’t be seen. Hide, I’ll handle this.”

“Be careful. She may seem different now, but she’s still sensitive inside. Don’t hurt her!”

Sam laughed.

“Do I need you to teach me?”

“Don’t forget, I’m your boss!”

“Alright, alright, hide.”

Mia quickly hid herself as best she could.

Sam walked down from the bleachers, heading towards Charlotte.

Charlotte approached with a look of displeasure.

“I asked around. There’s no Louis in the photography club or the first year… you’re not even a student here, are you?”

Sam remained calm, looking at her.

“Sorry for deceiving you earlier. I’m not from the school’s photography club, but I am a photographer who captures beauty. I take beautiful photos to support charitable causes.”

“…What are you talking about?”

Charlotte looked at him suspiciously.

Sam smiled and shook his head.

“That’s not important. What’s important is that you’re here, and I’ll take the best photos and post them online, showing everyone in our country and even abroad that there’s a beautiful girl named Charlotte. Isn’t that enough?”

A blush appeared on Charlotte’s youthful face.

She said shyly, “I’m not that great… are you really not lying to me?”

Sam smiled and took out his phone.

“You’ll see in the photos. At most, you’ll waste a bit of time, but you won’t lose anything, right?”

“…Alright then.”

Hiding and watching from a distance, Mia could hear some of the conversation. More importantly, she could see the way Charlotte looked at the boy.

Shy, bashful.

Like a girl with a budding crush.

What a womanizer.

How many girls had he charmed with these tactics? Wait, was she one of them too?

No, Sam had never been this gentle with her!

While Mia was lost in thought, Sam had already started taking photos of Charlotte with his phone.

He even had her pose in various ways, though nothing too bold or revealing, just youthful and lively poses.

The photoshoot lasted about twenty to thirty minutes.

“Can I see how they turned out?” Charlotte asked shyly and curiously.

Sam smiled and handed her the phone.

“Take a look.”

“Wow… is this really me?”

Charlotte marveled.

Sam’s photography skills were indeed impressive, thanks to the high standards set by a certain heiress. Even if he had been terrible, he had been trained well.

Different styles, different filters, and angles that always worked. Even the moment when the wind lifted her hair.

He had captured Charlotte as an elegant, noble, and artistically perfect goddess.

“Do you believe me now?”

Charlotte smiled shyly.

“Sorry for the misunderstanding earlier. Can I ask, are you going to post these photos online now?”

Sam nodded, smiling.

“Yes, I think those kids will be very happy to see them.”

“Those kids?”

Charlotte asked, puzzled.

Sam nodded, speaking casually.

“Yes, those special kids. Oh, I didn’t mention it before. My main audience is a group of special users online, like those born with disabilities, or those with personality disorders, like autism or severe social anxiety.”

“…Social anxiety?”

Charlotte’s expression changed.

Whether it was because she had heard the term twice today or something else, her expression became uneasy.

Mia, hiding behind, also became anxious.

Was Sam’s goal with the photoshoot to bring up this topic? But… her expression was already off. Wouldn’t this provoke her?

Sam, however, smiled brightly.

“Yes. Especially those with social anxiety. They lack confidence and are afraid to appear in public or communicate normally. I hope your photos will show them that with confidence, even an ordinary person can show their beautiful side. They can stand confidently in front of everyone.”

“…Ordinary person? Are you saying that’s me?”

Charlotte’s attention was clearly caught by this description.

She frowned slightly.

Sam looked at this beautiful girl, who was definitely not someone you could meet every day, and deliberately said,

“Ah, I think… you’re quite ordinary. Is there something wrong with that? Of course, my skill is to capture the beauty in ordinary people, so you’re a suitable subject.”

Charlotte clearly couldn’t accept this. She couldn’t understand.

“But you said in front of everyone in the classroom that I was beautiful, that I was special. Was that all a lie?!”

Sam looked at her even more strangely.

“Charlotte, do you… not know what true beauty is?”

Charlotte froze, her expression becoming cold.

“What do you mean?”

Sam quickly opened his phone’s gallery and showed her a photo of Angel.

It was a photo of Angel wearing exquisite, expensive earrings, sitting elegantly in the back of a luxury car, looking out the window.

A simple composition, not overly colorful.

But it perfectly showcased her unadorned nobility and stunning beauty.

Charlotte looked at the photo in disbelief.

Sam added fuel to the fire.

“This is what I consider true beauty, the image of a perfect, real heiress…”

“Perfect… real? What are you talking about!”

Charlotte frowned, her politeness and warmth disappearing, replaced by anger and frustration.

Sam looked at her innocently.

“My point is simple… Charlotte, you look more fake.”

“Fake?”

“Fake politeness, fake warmth, fake nobility. It’s all fake, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just know you’re being incredibly rude!”

Charlotte’s face turned red with anger.

But clearly, her confident aura had vanished, her slender figure looking weak and powerless in the sunset.

Like a full-color comic suddenly turning into a pale page.

Sam, however, smiled and stepped closer to the girl, saying,

“Charlotte, do you know where you’re the most fake?”

“What nonsense are you spouting!”

Sam looked at her slightly panicked eyes and said calmly,

“Putting on qualities that don’t belong to you is the most fake form of self-deception…”

“Get away from me!!”

Charlotte pushed Sam hard.

The force was strong, making Sam stumble back a step.

She glared at Sam.

“I warn you… don’t ever appear in front of me again!”

With that, Charlotte stormed off.

Mia, who had been holding back, rushed over.

“What were you doing? You were provoking her!”

Sam nonchalantly put away his phone.

“Clearly, she’s in a state of confusion. Everything around her is supporting the identity she’s created for herself. Saying nice things won’t work anymore. She needs a bit of a push.”

“But… she didn’t admit anything.”

“It’s okay. She will. Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Follow her and see where she goes.”

Mia couldn’t keep up with the boy’s thought process.

But she followed him anyway.

They followed Charlotte from a distance.

They saw her reach the school gate, where a luxury car was waiting for her. She got in.

Sam immediately hailed a taxi.

“Follow that car.”

“I didn’t expect we could hail a taxi in a dream… is she really that powerful?” Mia marveled.

Sam smiled.

“If you were in a coma for this long, you’d create a lot of scenes too. When your real world is lacking, you create a rich dream world.”

“Can you stop talking like an old man? It makes you seem so old.”

“Why do you care? Is this the time for that?”

As they followed, Mia noticed something.

“She’s going home… this is near her house.”

“Really?”

But as they turned a corner, the car stopped, and they saw Charlotte, still fuming, get out and walk into…

“What… what is this?!”

When they got out of the taxi, Mia couldn’t believe her eyes.

This was indeed a familiar street because it was near Charlotte’s house, she remembered clearly.

But… where there should have been an apartment building… it was gone.

Instead, there was a large iron gate, and behind it… a huge, luxurious mansion!

There was even a fountain in front.

And guards at the gate.

The mansion was visibly opulent, even the roof seemed to sparkle!

Sam looked at the scene and thought for a moment.

“She seems to want to be rich… is she a gold digger?”

Mia immediately shook her head.

“Absolutely not! She’s kind and has never shown any desire for money… wait, I remember.”

She looked at Sam and said, “She told me one reason for her social anxiety. When she was in elementary school, she didn’t have much pocket money, but she loved making friends and playing with other kids. Until a group of very wealthy kids rejected her, saying: ‘Have you ever lived in a mansion? You don’t even have a phone, why should we play with you?'”

Mia became more certain as she spoke.

“She said that although she soon transferred to another school, she never dared to make friends again…”

Sam nodded.

“It seems that this underlying factor planted a seed in her heart. She believed that being rich would help her fit in and make friends, becoming more popular… that explains it.”

“…So what do we do now? Wait until tomorrow to see her? Or call her out?”

Mia looked at the seemingly sturdy iron gate and the two guards standing like sentinels.

It felt like a game level, hard to pass.

But Sam shook his head.

“Let’s go in and find her. There’s no point in waiting. We know enough to face her.”

“Go in directly? She won’t see us, right? She seems to be immersed in this perfect world and won’t want to be disturbed.”

Sam looked at Mia like she was an idiot.

“Then we’ll make her have to see us.”

“What do you mean?”

Sam didn’t answer her question.

Instead, he walked towards the iron gate.

As he approached, he caught the attention of the two guards.

But he didn’t panic. Instead, he lifted his foot.

“Bang!”

“Bang!!”

Sam suddenly started kicking the gate furiously!

Mia’s eyes widened.

Is this how you’re making her see you?

“There are guards! Are you crazy?”

Sure enough, the guards approached, warning Sam.

“Whoever you are, stop your actions and leave, or we will take action!”

Sam turned to them.

“What action?”

“Bang!”

He kicked the gate again.

“You little punk!”

The guard couldn’t hold back and rushed at Sam.

Mia was startled.

But what happened next shocked her even more.

As the guard lunged, Sam turned.

He clenched his fist.

Lowered his stance.

Then…

“Bang!!”

An uppercut!!

The guard’s sunglasses flew into the air.

He spun dramatically in mid-air before crashing to the ground…

Mia stood frozen.

What… what is this?

Is this a movie?!