Samuel Clark felt a bit awkward from the teasing, and this scene happened to catch Jason Harris's eye.

David Lewis was sitting right next to them. Jason Harris pressed his tongue against his left cheek and smiled, then reached out and gestured for him to come over.

Jason Harris's long fingers rested on the pull tab. David Lewis, with a gossip-hungry look, leaned in, his other hand on Jason Harris's neck. With a "pop," the pull tab was yanked open, and white foam gushed out, splattering all over David Lewis's face.

David Lewis immediately struggled, but Jason Harris leaned back against the chair and easily held him down with his other hand. David Lewis ended up a complete mess, foam covering his face so much he could barely open his eyes. David Lewis kept begging for mercy, "I was wrong," and only then did Jason Harris let him go.

The foam quickly evaporated into water, dripping down his face, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.

"Take a guess." Jason Harris grinned roguishly, looking every bit the playboy.

"Hahahahahaha." The people around burst out laughing, nearly doubling over.

That was just how Jason Harris was—when talking to you, he'd pull little tricks to make you realize that things shouldn't be done this way, that you shouldn't disrespect others.

David Lewis understood from his expression.

"You're something else." David Lewis realized he'd gone too far with the joke. Just as he was about to apologize, Samuel Clark handed him a tissue to wipe his face.

David Lewis felt even more embarrassed. "Sorry, miss, I was just joking around with this guy."

"It's okay." Samuel Clark's soft voice was full of good temper.

"Alright, get lost." Jason Harris said with a laugh and a curse.

After they finished eating, Samuel Clark accompanied Sophie Hill and Jason Harris back to the dorm to get some things. As they passed by the Beihang University track, a group of muscular guys in green training uniforms were spinning around on a fixed roller to train their anti-shock ability, or running while shouting, "Soar through the sky, defend our territory!" to build up their stamina.

The evening sun was blazing, sweat dripping down their cheeks, and their powerful slogans echoed across the field.

Sophie Hill stared at them intently. Nathan Scott snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Still staring? You're practically drooling."

"Two handsome guys with buzz cuts right in front of you and you don't look, but you have to crane your neck to look back there," Nathan Scott teased.

"Ugh." Sophie Hill brushed his hand away.

Jason Harris walked ahead with one hand in his pocket, swaying as he went. Suddenly, he ran into someone he knew and nodded at him. "Senior."

"Have you gotten used to being here after more than a month?" The senior patted him on the shoulder in a familiar way—it was clear they'd known each other for a while.

Jason Harris nodded. The senior smiled, "At the opening ceremony, you really made a splash as the student representative. Even people in our year were talking about you. Great speech, by the way."

"You're exaggerating." Jason Harris curled his lips nonchalantly.

After the senior left, Jason Harris led the two girls into the boys' dorm but wouldn't let them go upstairs, making them wait downstairs.

Just as Jason Harris was about to head up, some guys leaning against the railing on the second floor, chatting, spotted the two beauties downstairs—especially Samuel Clark, who was fair and soft-looking, just begging to be teased—and whistled at her.

Jason Harris, hands in his pockets, glanced up at them from below, his gaze calm but clearly saying, "That's enough."

When the guys on the second floor saw it was Jason Harris, their faces fell and they immediately stopped whistling. Only then did he go upstairs.

Ten minutes later, Jason Harris tossed a gift box into Sophie Hill's arms and jerked his chin at the two of them. "Let's go."

On the fifth-floor balcony, Jason Harris had a cigarette dangling from his lips, his dark eyes fixed on the two figures downstairs, especially the girl in the white dress.

Nathan Scott flicked open his lighter and lit Jason Harris's cigarette. Noticing his thoughtful look, he joked, "Already got your eye on her?"

Jason Harris bit the cigarette, turned his head to light it from the orange flame, took a drag, held the cigarette in his hand, and shot back, "You think I'd go for someone like that?"

He never went for good girls.

Jason Harris just thought she looked familiar.

On the way back, Samuel Clark couldn't help but ask, "Xixi, how is Jason Harris your uncle?"

"Our families are kind of related. He's actually my younger uncle, and we all grew up together," Sophie Hill explained.

After returning to school, Sophie Hill went to pick up a package, and Samuel Clark headed back to the dorm alone. Just as she was about to walk through the dorm entrance, suddenly, an orange cat darted out of the bushes and meowed at Samuel Clark.

The kitten, with its round little paws, came right up to Samuel Clark, its amber eyes fixed on her, even trying to rub against her pant leg. Samuel Clark's heart melted. She squatted down and noticed a wound on its face, still stained with blood.

It looked like it had been running around and got scratched by weeds or thorns.

Samuel Clark stood up, went to the dorm's convenience store to buy a bottle of mineral water and a sausage, then came back to the kitten. She carefully cleaned its wound with the water, tore open the sausage, and the kitten started nibbling from her palm.

After feeding it, Samuel Clark patted its head. "I'm leaving now. I can't take care of you."