Chapter 15

"Do you hate me that much? Look down on me?" He had noticed for a while that Ethan Carter didn't really like talking to him.

He'd heard she was the top student in Class 1 of the second year. Class 1 was a special class set up for students aiming for top universities. With grades like theirs, they always looked down on people like him—those who didn't study, smoked, skipped class, got into fights, hung out at bars, and dated early. In their eyes, he was just a rich little delinquent.

Even someone like Grace Turner always had that sense of superiority, as if she was a model student at No. 7 High.

Ethan Carter fell silent, lowering her head, as if she tacitly agreed with his accusation.

Chad Sullivan let out a cold laugh. "What the hell gives you the right to look down on me? At least I've got all my limbs."

That was a jab at her poor eyesight.

Ethan Carter didn't get angry. Her eyes would recover in just over a month.

She pressed her lips together lightly, picked up her cane, and started walking home. Her steps were calm and steady, one after another, but it felt like a knife twisting in his heart.

Chad Sullivan watched her back and kicked the stone she had been sitting on.

Damn it! Who the hell cares if you like me or not.

Just a blind girl who's ugly and dumb.

But the more he thought like that, the worse he felt inside.

The year his damn mom had an affair, he told himself: the more talented, aloof, and proud a woman is, the more heartless, ruthless, and unfaithful she’ll be.

So when he saw girls like Grace Turner throwing themselves at him, he looked at them like they were clowns.

He wasn't like his stupid, lovesick dad.

Gave her his money, gave her his heart, and still got cheated on.

He would never like that kind of woman.

Pretty, talented, outstanding, hardworking—for years, that had become the type of girl he hated most.

Not to mention, Ethan Carter wasn't even pretty.

Brian Foster waited a long time for Brother Chad to show up, but when he didn't, he had to go look for him.

Chad Sullivan was leaning against the wall, smoking.

All the girls from No. 7 High who passed by would sneak glances at him.

They whispered excitedly, "Ah, that's Chad Sullivan..."

"He's really handsome."

"Forget it, I heard he's super fierce..."

"Shh, someone's coming."

Brian Foster shot them a look. "You got a death wish?"

The girls scattered in a flash.

Only then did Brian Foster walk over. "Brother Chad, are we still going to play games?"

Chad Sullivan replied indifferently, "Yeah, let's go."

"Did that little blind girl piss you off? If you want, I can..."

Chad Sullivan suddenly looked up, then turned and walked away first. "Mention her again and I'll kill you."

She'd made it clear she didn't like him. If he went to Ethan Carter again, he'd just be humiliating himself.

Author's note: Sorry, something came up tonight and I got home late.

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Reader: Zhizhi, do you not like us cheering you on? Then maybe no one will cheer for you in the future. That's so sad, sigh.

Me: ??? (black guy question mark face.jpg)

This kind of [you know, I know, everyone knows what the author wants to hear, but I pretend not to know that you know I know what you want to hear] vibe is terrifying...

No more cheering, so cold and heartless. You guys haven't changed, still the same old ruthless tricks, you little pigs.

The scariest thing is the double-layered emotional damage.

Reader: Keep it up, throwing flowers, throwing flowers~

Me: ...

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Thanks to the following little angels for your tips, mwah, thank you girls, kisses for each of you:

☆ Math Olympiad Competition

Chad Sullivan and his friends were playing a live-action combat game. Back then, live-action combat hadn't become popular yet. But this group of rich kids knew how to have fun, and in big entertainment venues, they could play some really exciting games.

When Chad Sullivan put on his black battle armor, several girls looked over.

The silver-haired boy was striking, with a great figure. He was tall, with lean, toned muscles.

Chad Sullivan slung his gun over his shoulder and was the first to enter the battlefield.

Jack Miller had only been inside for a minute before his heart was shot by the simulator. The big screen showed the silver-haired boy lurking in the grass, his deep black eyes calm and cool, making several girls watching scream.

After getting first blood, Chad Sullivan killed Alan Bennett too.

Alan Bennett sighed and resignedly went out to watch.

Brian Foster heard several shots and was scared out of his wits. He didn't even know who had died, so he tried to hide as sneakily as possible. When he looked up, he saw Chad Sullivan's expressionless face.

Chad Sullivan raised his hand. Brian Foster said, "No, wait, we're teammates, Brother Chad!"

Chad Sullivan shot him several times.

On the big screen, blood-red letters appeared—died.

Alan Bennett finally realized something was off, and Jack Miller said, "Brother Chad is in a bad mood, huh? Wasn't he fine when we came in?"

Alan Bennett suddenly thought of Ethan Carter.

He had a scary guess. "Chad Sullivan couldn't be..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Alan Bennett changed the subject. "He just broke up, probably in a bad mood."

Jack Miller scratched his head. "He really cared about that Grace Turner?"

Brian Foster came out on the verge of collapse. "Man, I'm done, not playing anymore. It's bad enough to get slaughtered, but when Brother Chad goes crazy, he even kills his own teammates."

Just as he finished complaining, a girl looked up at him, met Brian Foster's gaze, and blushed as she smiled.