The classroom was so noisy that Eric Bennett had no choice but to lift his head. Among the many familiar classmates, he finally spotted an unfamiliar face in the last row.

At this time, a transfer student?

A faint question flashed through Eric Bennett's mind. Suddenly, the other person also turned his face and met his gaze.

Eric Bennett blinked slightly. The other person immediately stood up, walked around a few people, and headed straight toward him.

"Why didn't you call me?" Standing in front of Eric Bennett, he opened with this line.

Eric Bennett looked at him in silence.

Andrew Foster saw the look in his eyes, as if he were looking at a stranger, and said angrily, "Don't tell me you've forgotten me?"

Eric Bennett parted his lips slightly. "And you are?"

"!!!" Andrew Foster: "You really forgot me??"

What a cold and heartless boy!

Andrew Foster reached out and grabbed Philip Scott's collar from behind. "Classmate, could you get up for a moment? I have something to discuss with this classmate."

Philip Scott: "...Classmate, let's talk nicely, let go of my collar."

He quickly stood up and gave his seat to Andrew Foster.

Andrew Foster leaned on the desk and sat down slowly. He had styled his hair today, used two face masks, and even sprayed on cologne. He was sure that right now, he exuded the charm and handsomeness of a mature man from head to toe.

But seeing Eric Bennett's current expression, he felt a bit uncertain again.

Could it be that his heroic figure that day really didn't leave even the slightest impression?

Andrew Foster felt a bit aggrieved. "You really don't remember me? We met last time at the Jinyu Hotel. I even wrote down my phone number for you, told you to contact me if you needed anything."

Eric Bennett deliberately frowned a little. Andrew Foster looked at him eagerly. "Remember now!?"

Eric Bennett looked at him and suddenly said, "It was you."

"Yes, yes, yes, that's me." Andrew Foster saw that he finally remembered and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was so handsome, not just an average face—there was no reason for Eric Bennett to forget him.

Thinking of the phone call, Andrew Foster questioned him again, "Why didn't you call me?"

Eric Bennett asked, "Why should I call you?"

Andrew Foster glared at him. "Why? Do you need a reason to call me? Can't you just call if you want to?"

Eric Bennett: "?"

"..." Andrew Foster said, "Didn't I tell you to call me if you needed anything?"

His persistence actually made Eric Bennett a bit curious. "I didn't need anything."

Andrew Foster was silent for a few seconds, regretting his slip of the tongue, then said, "Well, that's a relief."

Eric Bennett hinted, "Class is about to start."

Andrew Foster's eyes darted around his handsome face, his voice softening a bit. "How old are you?"

Eric Bennett glanced at him. "Eighteen."

Andrew Foster said, "What a coincidence, I'm eighteen too. My birthday is January 16th, what about you?"

Eric Bennett replied, "I don't know."

Andrew Foster was dissatisfied. "Who are you fooling? Who doesn't know their own birthday? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable."

Eric Bennett looked at him. "October 22nd."

Andrew Foster clapped excitedly. "Then I'm older than you. How about this, you call me big brother, and I'll look out for you from now on."

Eric Bennett said nothing.

Andrew Foster said, "It's settled then!"

He happily reached into his pocket and pulled out a watch. "Swiss made, just got it. A welcome gift for my little brother, don't be shy."

He grabbed Eric Bennett's hand, about to put it on him.

Utterly baffling.

Eric Bennett pulled his hand back, coldly refusing, "No need, thank you."

Seeing him pull away, Andrew Foster instinctively felt a bit annoyed—why wouldn't he let him touch him? Before, he could touch these hands as much as he wanted!

Andrew Foster quickly pushed aside this feeling. "Your wrist is fair, with distinct joints. This watch looks great on you. Even though it's a women's watch, at your age, a men's watch isn't suitable. This is just right."

Eric Bennett felt this person had no sense of boundaries. Even without looking closely, just the feel of the watch when their fingers brushed told him it wasn't cheap.

Giving such an expensive gift to someone he just met—truly baffling.

Eric Bennett ignored him. Just then, the bell rang for class. Philip Scott squeezed over and said eagerly, "Class is starting, bro."

Andrew Foster took out a hundred-yuan bill. "Switch seats."

Philip Scott immediately took the money and grinned, "Sure thing, bro! I'm moving!"

Eric Bennett couldn't help but twitch his eyelids at the sight.

Andrew Foster was still muttering, "It really looks good, why don't you want it?"

Everything Andrew Foster said and did as he leaned over to talk to Eric Bennett was seen by the whole class. They also remembered that when Andrew Foster transferred, he arrived in a luxury car, so they knew he was a bona fide rich second generation.

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy sitting behind Eric Bennett shamelessly leaned over. "Bro, I'm your little brother too. Do I get a welcome gift?"

Andrew Foster glanced at him, casually pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, and handed it back. "Good boy."