The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 85
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Isabella, it’s not what you think
Don’t try to challenge Miss Angel’s pride; not even prying her mouth open would make her admit certain things. So, her reaction was all within Sam’s expectations.
He bowed his head, took a bite of his food, then chewed slowly and swallowed. Only when Angel became impatient did Sam slowly start to speak.
“I probably won’t have time these days, but does it have to be at your place? That place is actually quite far.”
Angel frowned, still with her arms crossed in front of her chest, the impressively proud shape of her chest squeezed out made Sam feel the urge to save it as his phone wallpaper.
“Of course, at my place. I can only have the patience to create in an environment I’m accustomed to. Besides, what place worthy of my status could you possibly take me to? Don’t even mention your 50-square-meter apartment.”
Sam was well aware that, given Angel’s status and habits, it was impossible for her to visit the apartment where Sam lived. That would be a desecration of the girl.
Some people’s statuses are destined from birth.
Princesses will never appear in slums, and princes won’t dine at street stalls.
“Have your demands always been so harsh?” Sam asked curiously.
Angel looked at him as if he were a fool.
“What else? Since I was born this way, if I don’t do things that match this status, it would be a waste. Just like some people are born to labor, while others are born only to enjoy. It might seem unfair, but that’s the essence of this world.”
Sam indeed acknowledged that Angel made sense, but… how did she manage to express it in such an annoying way?
Of course, it was still hard to dislike her when looking at that beautiful face.
“You’re not wrong, but I don’t really like the way you express it,” Sam sighed.
Angel sneered.
“A famous writer once said, ‘We walk in this world, watching the splendor, while heading towards hell.’ What do you think that means? Don’t be too naive, Sam.”
Sam finished eating, leaned back in his chair, and turned to look at the comings and goings of people at the school, their youthful smiles radiating on their faces.
“Heiress, do you know where the biggest difference between you and me lies? No, I should say between you and people like us.”
Angel narrowed her eyes.
“Status?”
Sam shook his head.
“Power?”
Sam still shook his head, then smiled and said, “The biggest difference between us is that each of us is very clear about the class gap between us and someone like you being hard to bridge. Yet, we still live each day with hope, aiming to make the most of today. We see the darkness, but we also love the light of the present.”
Angel looked at Sam, the faint smile between his brows like a ray of sunshine piercing through the grey and white corner of the wall. It was light with shape.
She turned her head.
“I hate meaningless talk. Give me a precise time. My patience is limited, and I don’t think you’d want me to have someone tie you up and bring you to live at my place for a few months.”
A few months seemed a bit exaggerated, didn’t it? But could she do it… well, Sam had no doubts about that; Angel could indeed pull off something like that.
Sam shook his head. “I at least need to finish up what I’m currently busy with.”
Angel looked at him displeased. “What are you so busy with… is it that weird club?”
“You know I joined The Ultimate Human Department?”
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Angel scoffed coldly, “Not only do I know, but I also know that the club’s president is Isabella, a strange woman, and there’s Sophie. I don’t like either of them, so you better quit.”
“Why? I’m just collaborating with you on your creation, not your possession. Are you going to break our agreement?”
Angel scoffed mercilessly at him. “Do you think everything we did at my place last time was in line with our agreement? You went too far, even making my mouth full of your semen.”
At this point, Sam shifted his gaze away, appearing somewhat guilty. “That wasn’t entirely my fault…”
“Quit that club already.”
“No, Alice said I had to join a club, saying it’s a school rule.”
Angel already wanted to control him without even being in a confirmed relationship; what would the future hold? It was time to establish his manhood and dignity now!
Angel’s face showed disgust: “That woman again… Just join my sculpture club, it shouldn’t be difficult.”
“I’m not interested in sculpture,” said Sam.
Angel leaned forward slightly, her foot stepping directly on Sam’s, exerting a bit of force as if threatening. “So, your interest is to become what, the ultimate human? You want to be a superhero?”
Sam grimaced while trying to maintain his dignity. “Can’t I have dreams? Don’t look down on people.”
Watching Sam’s comically feigned strength, Angel let go of her foot, both annoyed and amused. She elegantly stood up, running her hand through her hair.
Graceful and noble, arrogantly unreachable.
Like the snow lotus on the highest mountain peak.
“Anyway, before summer break, you have to help me finish at least ten paintings. Otherwise, you won’t be leaving my house all summer.”
“How many have you done now?”
“One.”
Sam nearly face-planted onto the table.
If you don’t have the skill, then don’t paint! His efficiency was painfully slow. Sam was on the verge of tears.
However, seeing Sam’s defeated expression, Angel’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk.
Could she, the dignified heiress of the Angel family, really be manipulated by this country boy?
Angel walked away with her head held high, leaving Sam to sigh into the void.
Some gaps, indeed, cannot be bridged by intellect alone, such as the chasm formed by the differences and habits developed over a lifetime between her and him.
She could disregard many rules and employ the most straightforward and brutal methods, whereas Sam could not.
Fortunately, Sam knew from the start that this was an unfair game… But no matter, he would continue.
Just as he was about to leave the cafeteria, he turned around to see Brody, a boy with a dark expression staring at him.
Sam walked towards him, even coming to his side, then shook his head with a look of helplessness.
“Sorry, as you saw, she approached me first. It wasn’t me breaking our agreement.”
“…Sam, are you provoking me?” Brody was almost grinding his teeth in anger, as if making a clear sound through his clenched jaw, like the grinding of teeth.
Sam looked at him in shock. “Ah, you figured that out?”
“Do you take me for a fool?” Brody was furious.
If it weren’t for the school setting, he would’ve loved to land a left hook on Sam’s annoying face right then and there.
Brody even forgot that in a one-on-one situation, Sam could easily beat him.
Sam shook his head and then flashed a brilliant smile. “I just think it’s absurd that you consider me your enemy… And even more absurd that you can’t deal with me. That’s all.”
With that, Sam walked away with a smile.
Brody said in a threatening tone, “Sam… I’m really looking forward to seeing how many more times your smiling face will appear at this school.”
Sam waved his hand. “If you like it, take a picture and set it as your phone wallpaper. I won’t mock you.”
“…Damn it!!” Brody clenched his fists, his face as dark as a storm about to burst on this sunny day.
…
The afternoon classes proceeded as usual, time passing quickly.
Time always seems to slip away unnoticed, taking with it childhood, youth, and precious memories, as well as the scars of pain.
If there were a panacea in the world, it would undoubtedly be called time. Of course, it’s not guaranteed to heal, and it might even bring destruction.
For Sam, apart from the monotonous lectures and the occasional witty banter with Louis, there was also a woman as a teacher who would pretend to help him with questions, only to audaciously rub her thigh against him in the classroom “unintentionally.”
He knew Alice’s tactics had begun. She intended to tease Sam’s nerves in this dangerously thrilling situation, making him unable to resist and succumb to her charm.
But was it that easy? Sam could only scoff, at most responding with a hard erection in a guise of politeness.
After school, as agreed, he headed to The Ultimate Human Department’s activity room 103.
It was a familiar route, a familiar corridor, and Sam arrived there alone, carrying his backpack. To his slight surprise, Isabella was not present.
Instead, Sophie sat alone, absorbed in a book, “The Great Gatsby” by the renowned author F. Scott Fitzgerald, a work rich in literary flavor and one of Sam’s favorites.
The pale blue curtains and the quiet, blond-haired girl had an ethereal quality about her, as if she were out of step with the mundane world.
Sam took a seat directly across from her, staring at the girl as if she were a model on display, his gaze unswerving.
Initially, Sophie tried to ignore him, but constantly feeling Sam’s gaze, she could no longer bear it. With a slap, she threw the book on the table, her brows furrowed in disdain as she glared at Sam. “How long are you going to stare?!”
“Just sitting there, aren’t you bored?” Sam blinked and asked.
“That’s your boredom. I’m reading,” Sophie retorted angrily.
“Then I’ll watch you. That’s fair,” Sam replied.
Sophie paused, her cheeks flushing unnaturally. “You’re really a rogue…”
She flipped the book open again, turning away in a huff to avoid looking at the annoying Sam.
Lazing on the table, Sam smiled and said, “You’re so smart, let me ask you a question.”
Sophie didn’t respond, clearly not interested in engaging.
Undeterred, Sam mused aloud, “An expert swimmer, who never faced any danger, drowned one day in green lake water. Why do you think that happened?”
Sophie chose not to answer such a trivial question, completely ignoring him.
Sam chuckled and said, “Take a guess, and if you’re right, I won’t initiate a conversation with you for three days.”
“Cramps and drowned,” she guessed. The wager seemed tempting enough, at least she wouldn’t have to be bothered by Sam all the time.
And with her pride in her intelligence, how could there possibly be a question she couldn’t answer?
Sam shook his head.
Sophie frowned. “Got tangled in seaweed and drowned?”
“Not that either.”
“Then was he murdered?”
“Not that either.”
“What is it, then!” Sophie looked at him impatiently, feeling that Sam was just being ridiculous.
Then she saw Sam blink and say, “Because he was colorblind and couldn’t see green.”
“What? You’re so boring,” Sophie said, looking at Sam.
Sam couldn’t help but laugh: “Hahaha… I also think this joke is lame… but suddenly, I just felt like laughing, hahaha.”
Sophie watched Sam, who was laughing uproariously, with a puzzled expression, feeling like he was insulting her intelligence.
“Do you have a problem, Sam? Stop laughing!!” She reached out, intending to slam the book in her hand onto Sam’s face, but Sam grabbed Sophie’s wrist a step ahead.
Their gazes didn’t meet, but their strength was intertwined. Essentially, it was a mutual struggle where neither party wanted to give in, a situation ripe for accidents, especially given the unequal physical strength between a man and a woman…
So…
“Bang!”
“Clang!”
“Ah…!”
Strange noises intermingled, creating a moment of chaos.
“Creak~~~”
Just then, the activity room’s door opened.
Isabella appeared at the door with a smile. “Sorry, I was delayed and arrived late. You guys… ah, is this… the kind of relationship you have?”
At that moment.
Sophie was straddling Sam’s waist.
Sam seemed to be innocently lying on the floor, and both of them turned their heads towards the door where Isabella stood.
Isabella’s gaze swept over them, slowly turning mischievous as if she had confirmed some unusual fact.
“So Sophie likes to be on top… I underestimated you.”
Sophie was mortified, her face turning as red as a strawberry.
“What are you talking about!! Isabella, it’s not what you think, damn it, let go of me, I need to get up!!”
Isabella, with an “I understand everything” expression, extended her hand. “It’s okay~ I won’t misunderstand. I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything, you guys carry on~”
With that, she covered her face with her hands, seemingly closing her eyes.
But… her fingers were parted enough to allow her sight through…
“Stop looking!!”
Sophie’s embarrassed and angry shouts echoed through the classroom…
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