She was obviously pure and innocent to the extreme, and as soon as she heard Henry Clark, her face instantly turned red.

“Our Emma Sullivan is so shy!”

Upon hearing this, the redness on Emma Sullivan’s face deepened, almost as if blood would drip down.

It really looked like she had a crush on Henry Clark. Someone in the meeting room laughed, “What a great opportunity, let us help you out!”

“Oh come on, liking Henry Clark is no big deal, I like him too.”

“Old Bolton, don’t be so gay!”

Emma Sullivan tried to defend herself in a voice as tiny as a mosquito: “No... I don’t like...”

David Carter looked at her and suddenly understood this feeling very well. Emma Sullivan might not even really have a crush on Henry Clark; it was just a mix of admiration and fondness piling up, and when her most secret little thoughts were suddenly exposed, it made her flustered and at a loss for what to do.

“Is it because of your boyfriend? It’s okay, we won’t tell him.” Suddenly, Grace Bennett spoke up.

Emma Sullivan was so provoked by her that her eyes filled with tears, looking at Grace Bennett pleadingly.

“That’s enough.” David Carter suddenly interrupted Grace Bennett.

“I’ll go instead.” She said to Grace Bennett, then quietly took out a tissue and slipped it into Emma Sullivan’s soft palm under the table, gently holding her hand.

Emma Sullivan gave her a grateful look, and David Carter was stunned.

Wait, what did she just say?

……

“Understood, thank you, Old Brother.”

Outside the teaching building, William Scott hung up the phone and turned to report the newly gathered intel in a heavy tone: “Classmate Carter, Henry Clark is in Zhiyuan Building 101 going over the midterm exam paper, class is almost over.”

David Carter stood beside him, holding onto a utility pole, her legs weak.

Before dusk, the sky was about to be set ablaze with clouds, and the sound of bicycle bells rang everywhere. She looked toward Zhiyuan Building, where large red walls were covered with ivy, leaving only rows of bright glass windows exposed.

All classrooms ending in 101 were the largest lecture halls in the building, with over two hundred seats. If Henry Clark was going over the exam paper, it would definitely be packed. To go into that environment and ask Henry Clark a fun logic puzzle?

It was hopeless.

All the way there, William Scott was also nervous, chattering on about bits and pieces of information he’d just heard.

For example, they were actually very lucky today—Henry Clark hardly ever came to school anymore, but today he’d been dragged in by a teacher to go over the exam. Also, 101 was so crowded right now it was bursting at the seams; after the bell rang, it would be best to wait ten minutes before going in. If that didn’t work, they could ask someone to arrange a private meeting with Henry Clark. But since Henry Clark was still in class, the wait would probably be even longer, and honestly, it just wasn’t worth it.

David Carter listened quietly, and before she knew it, she was leading a large group of people behind her, marching into Zhiyuan Building.

Room 101 was directly opposite the entrance to the teaching building, its reddish-brown door slightly closed, standing at the end of her line of sight. A sliver of light shone through the crack in the door, as if it could be blown open by the wind at any moment...

David Carter didn’t even know what she was thinking. When she came to her senses, she was already standing at the door. She shivered—what the heck was she doing, barging in before class was even over?

Beside her, William Scott sucked in a breath, his face full of admiration: “Senior?”

“……”

“The bell hasn’t rung yet. If we go in like this... isn’t it, kind of inappropriate?”

It was very inappropriate!

David Carter withdrew her hand from the door and took half a step back, letting out a sigh of relief in her heart, though her face remained serious.

“Let’s wait at the back door, don’t make a scene!”

Behind her, everyone was frozen in shock.

“Senior... you...”

William Scott couldn’t help but address her respectfully: “...Aren’t you nervous?”

David Carter: “To be honest, my hands are shaking.”

In her memory, right after she said that, the bell rang.

It was supposed to be a thunderous sound that echoed across campus, but unexpectedly, it was like a stillness spell—air instantly sucked away, everything around fell silent, not a sound to be heard.

Then.

The bell stopped, the wind rustled a wall of green leaves, and the sound of chalk being calmly set down could be heard.

A peaceful, gentle voice drifted out from behind the door, slowly seeping into the whole world.

“That’s it for the last question, class dismissed.”

Her heart was pounding, and the world on the other side of the door was instantly set alight.

Chaotic footsteps, a cacophony of voices, a noisy crowd.

David Carter was rarely at a loss, and had to wait a little longer before she could go in.

But just then, there was a soft creak. The door in front of her suddenly swung open on both sides, and bright daylight flooded over her.

The first thing she saw was the fiery red clouds outside the window.

And the person standing at the podium.

……

Disaster.

That was David Carter’s first reaction.

Her limbs were stiff, her heart was racing, and the noise in her mind made it impossible to form a coherent thought. So she could only stand there, staring straight at Henry Clark.

Henry Clark was looking at her too.

One hand rested on the podium, his body turned halfway, with students gathered around the front. He stood a little higher, and his gaze slowly swept over.

No words like dark and quiet, or deep and distant, could really describe that look. David Carter just felt that those eyes were the clearest she’d ever seen.

He knew exactly who he was, and always knew where he was. Never lost, never hesitant—that was clarity.