The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 95

Chapter 95: The circumstances don’t allow it
“Here’s your pay for the recent days,” Mia said, offering an envelope to Sam in the convenience store.

However, his days there were numbered; with the end-of-term exams approaching, he was soon to return to his rural hometown. Thus, Mia had come early today to settle his wages.

Holding the thick envelope, Sam looked up. Mia, standing before him, always seemed enigmatic. Her style was ever-changing; one could hardly pin down her profession, let alone guess her age.

“Actually, a bank transfer would have been fine. Why insist on cash? It’s so easy to make a counting mistake,” Sam commented while counting the money.

Mia was dressed in a black, form-fitting T-shirt that showcased her toned and balanced figure. Although her chest wasn’t as pronounced as Zoe’s, it had a pleasant appearance, with perky breasts and a firm buttocks.

Sam always had his suspicions about her; her physique and appearance were too perfect.

If she wasn’t one of the female leads, it would be a waste… But perhaps it was good news, at least indicating she lacked those bizarre supernatural abilities.

Mia smiled, “What’s the fun in a bank transfer? There’s something satisfying about holding a stack of cash, don’t you think?”

“I don’t see the big deal, really. How satisfying can it be?” Sam replied, still counting.

Mia thought for a moment, “Probably more satisfying than a kiss, I’d guess?”

Sam glanced at the playful woman, “Is your definition of satisfaction limited to kissing? Wouldn’t what happens after be even more thrilling?”

Narrowing her eyes, Mia playfully prodded Sam’s cheek, “Sam, you’re 18 now, but it’s not good to be constantly thinking about sex, you know.”

“Did I mention sex? You’re the one jumping to conclusions,” Sam retorted.

“Eh? Damn, are you trying to bait me into saying that?” Mia enjoyed making quirky expressions, which made her seem younger… Of course, she was indeed young.

“No, but… boss, you’ve overpaid me,” Sam said, noticing the extra money.

Mia smiled as Sam pulled out a few bills, “That’s not an overpayment. That’s your bonus.”

“Bonus? Since when do I have a bonus?”

Mia explained with a smile, “You’ve been doing an excellent job, so it’s only right you get a bonus. If it makes you feel better, think of it as an allowance for keeping you, a handsome young man, around. I’m somewhat interested in that.”

Sam smirked, “That’s too cheap. I’m not someone who can be bought off with a few hundred dollars.”

Mia rolled her eyes, “It’s summer break, and you’re heading back to your hometown. Should be enough, right?”

Laughing, Sam asked, “What if it’s not enough? Will you give me more?”

“In your dreams… Hey, where is your hometown again?” Mia suddenly inquired.

Sam replied calmly, “Over by Cedarwood… Why do you ask?”

Mia’s eyes widened in surprise. “My hometown is in Cedarwood too!”

“That’s quite the coincidence… But don’t you need to go back home?” Sam inquired.

At his question, a fleeting shadow of sadness crossed Mia’s face, her brows knitting together subtly before she quickly smoothed them out, adopting an indifferent demeanor.

“I haven’t been back in a long time. After all, my career and work are all here. Just wondering about that woman…”

“Hmm? What woman?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Be careful on your way home, and let me know when you can come back to work,” Mia said, shaking her head.

“Sure.”

“It’s a shame, really. Ah, I had plans to show Sam the nightlife in Kuhang this summer… Seems like that won’t be happening now,” Mia sighed, stepping out of the convenience store.

Holding the envelope, Sam glanced at the bills in his hand. If he hadn’t misheard, she mentioned “that woman”… What relationship does that woman have with Mia? Better not to dwell on these matters.

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In the classroom, the quiet wasn’t due to a lack of people but because everyone was engrossed in their exams, the sound of pens scratching on paper filling the air, occasionally interrupted by the proctor’s warning coughs.

This was the end-of-term exam at Kuhang High School. The exam questions weren’t as difficult as Sam had anticipated, suggesting the examiners had some compassion, hoping for everyone to have a decent summer break.

With his enhanced abilities, academic challenges had become trivial for Sam, making even subjects like math easy to grasp.

The final question was an essay on language arts, asking for a discussion on one’s perception of youth and whether they were satisfied with their current stage of youth.

It was a broad topic, seemingly allowing for a wide range of responses.

Looking out the window at the blue sky and bright sunshine, observing the lush trees swaying gently in the wind, Sam contemplated the essence of youth. He decisively penned the title of his essay, “The Youth That Never Was.”

In the opening line, he wrote with about a thought that came to him spontaneously:

“In the limited expanse of my life, I refuse to segment existence into phases—no childhood, no adolescence, no middle age, and no old age. My life should unfold like a perfect novel. I am not confined to youth; I am aboard the ark of time, where every wave that breaks is a badge of honor.”

Having completed his essay, Sam had no intention of spending the remaining thirty minutes like his peers—rechecking his answers or wasting time napping. Decisively, he handed in his paper and left the classroom.

Turning a corner and descending the empty stairwell, he exited the academic building.

The sunlight, filtering through the gaps in the leaves, kissed Sam’s clean, refreshed face. It’s often in moments of departure that one appreciates the beauty of the present.

Wondering what emotions graduation might bring was a thought for another day; no matter, the first order of business is to make sure Sam lives that long.

Sam made his way to the club activity room and pushed open the door. What greeted him were two familiar faces.

Isabella, leisurely scrolling through her phone with a coffee on the table, who looked up at him immediately, and Sophie, whose attention was wholly absorbed by the book in her hands, “Distant Journeys.”

“Wow, that was quick, Sam. Just a tad slower than Sophie, though,” Isabella teased as Sam’s gaze shifted to another spot in the room—Sophie.

Sophie seemed oblivious to his arrival, deeply engrossed in her book.

Sam didn’t mind; he calmly closed the door, walked in with ease, and took a seat next to Sophie.

“It’s all good. After all, I can’t compare with the best student in our class. I handed in my work as soon as I finished it. Checking it again wouldn’t have made any difference,” he said nonchalantly.

Sophie turned a page and wrinkled her nose, her gaze inadvertently falling on Sam’s hand resting on the table.

The back of his hand was fair and clean, his fingers slender… It seemed almost a sacrilege for sunlight to touch them. She shifted her gaze away, deliberately avoiding his.

Isabella stood up and poured a cup of hot coffee for Sam. “It’s already the end of the term… A whole semester gone just like that,” she remarked, somewhat nostalgically.

Sam, gazing at the steam rising from his coffee cup, leaned back lazily in his chair, his arm brushing against Sophie’s by accident. She frowned and instinctively shrugged her shoulder.

“Isabella feeling sentimental?” Sam quipped.

Isabella sighed, “Can’t help it. In a year, we’ll be leaving this school. Thinking about it, meeting you two interesting folks came way too late.”

Sam smiled, “Just one team building and you’ve decided we’re interesting companions? Who knows, there might be plenty of quarrels and disagreements ahead, even fights pulling each other’s hair.”

Isabella couldn’t help but laugh. “Really? So, you’re saying Sophie and I will fight over you, pulling each other’s hair out of jealousy?”

Sophie, who had been silent, couldn’t help but lift her head at that remark. “Nonsense… That’s not going to happen.”

Isabella looked at Sophie with feigned shock. “Eh? Shouldn’t Sophie be cursing Sam out right about now? Why so gentle all of a sudden? Did something happen after Sam walked you home last time?”

Sophie’s cheeks turned a shade of pink. “Crazy, I don’t curse at people. Not happy if I don’t?”

Sam looked at her innocently. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Just your speaking annoys me, shut up,” Sophie retorted, albeit without real anger. Yet, it was apparent to everyone that, although her words seemed harsh, similar to her usual treatment of Sam, the tone and the quick shift of her gaze indicated that something between them had indeed changed.

It was like the tip of an iceberg beginning to melt away.

Sam shrugged nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t noticed anything.

Isabella squinted her eyes, looking out the window with a sense of wistfulness, “It seems our team really does have a bright future ahead~” She shifted her chair, stood up, and grabbed her bag. “Well, that’s it for today. I wish you both a pleasant summer in advance.”

Sam looked up, having only just arrived to find Isabella preparing to leave. “You’re heading out already?”

Isabella stretched lazily, her attractive figure fully on display. The stretching emphasized her bust, quite a spectacle, seemingly comparable to Angel’s dimensions…

Particularly because of the broad motion, even the hem of her school uniform was lifted. Sam even caught a glimpse of her belly, the tight waistline, and the cute navel…

Isabella smiled, “Of course, I have my own life, Sam. Don’t fall for me too soon; it would be troubling.”

Sam smiled back, “Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen.”

“Goodbye~” Isabella vanished from the activity room, leaving only Sam and the girl beside him.

However, when Sam unconsciously turned his head, he caught Sophie’s disdainful look. “Pervert…”

Sam was taken aback, “How am I being perverted?”

Sophie’s face colored as she focused on the book in her hands, “You were staring at Isabella stretching, what else would you call it?”

So, it was his gaze that had betrayed him. Sam chuckled, “Being attracted to beauty is a human instinct… I would be interested to see you stretch, but… it seems the circumstances don’t allow it.”

Sophie turned her head, meeting Sam’s gaze, then looked down following his gaze… only to see her own toes.

Sophie, with her beautiful but underdeveloped breasts, immediately felt her ears burning with embarrassment. “Sam, go die!”