When leaving, Grace Turner deliberately glanced at Ethan Carter outside the classroom. She knew this girl. They were both top of their grade. Ethan Carter from Class One, with poor eyesight.
Does Ethan Carter know Lily Brooks?
At least this time, Lily Brooks didn’t stubbornly go against Grace Turner out of vanity like in her previous life.
Lily Brooks looked upset. “You should go back, sis. Don’t let anyone find out about you playing the piano.”
Ethan Carter turned and went downstairs. “I know.” She and Lily Brooks had different reasons, but both didn’t want Chad Sullivan to know she was the one playing the piano.
The campus was cool in October.
The environment at Licai was more than twice as good as at No. 7 High. The teaching buildings and facilities were brand new. The greenery here was nice, the school was big—compared to it, No. 7 High really seemed bleak.
She went downstairs, crossed the path, and hurried back to class.
A basketball brushed past the camphor tree and flew over, barely missing her ear.
Alan Bennett frowned on the other side. “Did it hit someone?”
Chad Sullivan stood there like a boss, unmoving. Brian Foster ran over, saw Ethan Carter, then turned and shouted, “Brother Chad, it’s that blind classmate from yesterday.”
Chad Sullivan looked over.
Ethan Carter froze for a moment, then walked toward the school gate.
Chad Sullivan took the ball from Alan Bennett, tossed it in a shooting motion, and the ball landed in front of Ethan Carter, bouncing far away. She stopped in her tracks.
Chad Sullivan shoved his hands in his pockets. He wore a number five jersey, tall and long-legged. It only took him two minutes to walk over.
He stepped on the ball, his smile cold. “Hey, classmate, you can see, can’t you?”
Otherwise, why would you stop? How would a blind person know there’s danger?
He was very close. Even though it was autumn, he was sweating lightly from exercise, silver hair damp. The upper floors were noisy because of him, but he didn’t care at all.
Ethan Carter frowned tightly. This year, he was 187 cm tall, 27 cm taller than her. Looking down at her, he was intimidating.
When he reached out to take off her sunglasses, she hurriedly used her white cane to block his hand.
The solid cane hit bone with a chilling sound.
Everyone present was stunned.
Chad Sullivan’s smile disappeared. He said, “I don’t have a rule against hitting girls.”
Brian Foster quickly grabbed Chad Sullivan. “Brother Chad, let it go, she’s blind. Maybe it was just an accident.”
Chad Sullivan had a temper disorder, a condition hard to control.
No one really dared to mess with him. Seeing his face turn serious, Brian Foster didn’t dare to pull him anymore.
Ethan Carter knew this too.
The air was silent for a long time.
Ethan Carter was a little scared. She lowered her head and said softly, “Sorry, my eyes can’t stand the light.” Her voice was gentle and soft, like the most lingering wind from the south of the Yangtze River, with a hint of sweetness.
Chad Sullivan was momentarily dazed.
By the time he came to, she had already hurried away.
This time her steps were unsteady, clearly believing he would actually hit her.
In the autumn light of October, her slender figure in the blue and white school uniform looked delicate and graceful from behind.
Brian Foster said blankly, “She’s not mute.” Her voice was really nice, sweet to the core. Not overly coy, but unexpectedly sweet.
Chad Sullivan looked down at the back of his hand, which was turning red.
That damn cane really hurt.
After a while, Alan Bennett came over and asked, “Brother Chad, why did you try to touch her sunglasses?”
He hadn’t heard Chad Sullivan say that Ethan Carter wasn’t blind, so he said based on his own understanding, “She’s blind, what if you take them off and there are two empty holes staring at you? That’s scary as hell, totally eye-burning.”
Chad Sullivan said nothing.
He watched her walk away, and for some reason, suddenly thought of that box of little strawberries he had snatched.
Since she wasn’t mute, why didn’t she want to talk to him before? Did she look down on people from vocational schools?
He rubbed the back of his hand hard. Damn it, what’s she acting all high and mighty for? A woman like his mother at least had something to be proud of.
But her? A blind girl with eye problems, what’s she got to be so arrogant about?
Author’s note: Those of you who nag me on Weibo every day to start a new story, are you here yet?
We agreed, if you’re here, we’ll be the best in the world together. If you’re not… boohoo, come on, just take a look, please. (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻
After reading, tell me if you like it or not, be honest. Only kids give random praise, we adults are all about commercial mutual flattery.
For example: Zhizhi, I think it’s good.
Me: Thanks, you’re good-looking too.
Reader: Zhizhi, your writing is ugly.
Me: Thanks, you’re ugly too.
Got it? Know what to say now?
☆ Don’t cry
Before school ended in the afternoon, Emma Clark was organizing forms.
She was the class committee organizer, always in charge of getting classmates involved in school activities. Her flyers were just sitting on the desk.
“The National Primary and Secondary School Students’ Math Olympiad is officially starting. Welcome to sign up.”
The most eye-catching thing on that big red flyer was the bold black text in the center: First prize, 8,000 yuan.
8,000 yuan.
Ethan Carter was a little dazed. In this year, 8,000 yuan wasn’t a small amount. Chris Brooks’s monthly salary at the research institute was only 6,000. Her own scholarship for a year was 5,000.