Noah Foster's scream brought Amelia back to reality, and she reflexively looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
She saw a round object flying towards them. Amelia had good eyesight and quick reactions, but her body often couldn't keep up with her brain's commands.
Without any hesitation, Noah Foster quickly threw himself onto her after shouting.
"Bang!" The basketball hit Noah Foster's back and bounced far away, spinning on an empty seat.
Noah Foster let out a soft groan and quickly helped Amelia up, nervously asking, "Are you okay, Amelia? Did it scare you?"
Amelia looked at the figure in front of her and was a bit dazed. She was shaken, "I'm okay, I'm not hurt."
Yes, it was Noah Foster who was hit. How could she be hurt? But Noah Foster's reaction surprised her. She didn't understand how someone could protect her so selflessly, without any ulterior motives or demands, so sincerely.
"It's okay, don't be afraid. I'm here, you're okay." Noah Foster comforted her repeatedly as if it wasn't her who was hit but Amelia.
Noah Foster's face was pale, as if she was scared out of her wits. Even if Amelia was hit by the basketball, it wasn't a big deal. She was afraid that she couldn't protect Amelia. In that moment, Amelia reminded her of her younger sister, who was weak yet strong, but now she was gone, and it was because she failed to protect her.
Amelia's figure at that moment coincided with her younger sister's. Looking at Amelia always made her think of her own younger sister, making her unconsciously treat her better.
"Hey, sorry, are you guys okay?" A boy playing basketball stood at the edge of the court and shouted. He looked proud and arrogant, like an emperor addressing his subjects, thinking that asking them if they were okay was a favor.
Many girls next to him looked at him with admiration, calling him a god.
Noah Foster turned back and barely said, "We're fine."
Noah Foster's voice was obviously strange, and Amelia was lost in her own thoughts, not noticing that she, who was usually fiery and lively, seemed a bit uncomfortable.
"It's okay, give me the basketball." The boy shouted again.
Amelia walked over and picked up the basketball on the empty chair. She looked at Noah Foster's slightly pale face, her indifferent gaze deep as water.
Holding the basketball, she looked at the distance, raised her hand and threw it, creating a perfect parabola...
Uh... right in the handsome face of that guy.
"Crack!"
The guy's hand failed to catch the basketball and froze in front of him. His face looked as if he had been slapped by the ball. The girls in the audience became quiet and stared at the scene dumbfounded.
"Hey, sorry, are you okay?" Amelia asked in a casual tone amidst the silence.
This question was the same as the one the guy had asked earlier, except that the speaker was reversed.
Others thought it was an accident, but Noah Foster knew. Amelia, who had a perfect aim and could hit the target with every shot, even when throwing a stone casually, how could this be an accident!
"Hey, Amelia, what are you doing?" Noah Foster asked quietly.
"Hitting someone!" Amelia said softly and calmly.
"But the person you hit earlier wasn't him, it was someone else!" Noah Foster said helplessly.
"..."
Amelia, who was always calm, was taken aback. There was probably nothing more embarrassing than hitting the wrong person in public. The guy who was hit was still looking at her in shock. The group of basketball players and all the onlookers were also staring at her in amazement.
Although her strength was far inferior to the force with which she hit Noah Foster earlier, getting hit in the face was still pretty embarrassing!
"Um... sorry!" Amelia said, holding her forehead.
"Heh, you're pretty accurate with your shots!" The guy gritted his teeth.
"..."
Amelia had never experienced anything like this before and had no idea what to say. She could only stand there awkwardly.
Another person walked out onto the basketball court, and it seemed like everyone was holding their breath, watching this person who was like a moving iceberg, exuding a chilling aura. This person was simply cold, the kind of cold that could freeze ice crumbs.
"Caleb Smith, come back and continue!" The iceberg-like guy spoke succinctly.
The boy who was hit by Amelia glared at her, clearly unhappy, but he didn't cause trouble and obediently went back. Everyone thought it was an accident, and the atmosphere on the basketball court quickly became lively again.
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Noah Foster looking at the iceberg-like guy with a strange expression.
The look in his eyes made Amelia slightly surprised. What kind of story was behind Noah Foster's usually bright and energetic expression?
Amelia didn't ask, after all, who didn't have a story in their heart.
And so, the two watched a basketball game with a lot of emotional ups and downs.
...
Amelia thought this incident was over, but she didn't expect Caleb Smith, the one she hit, to hold a grudge like this.
This sunny and handsome guy, who smiled and revealed two sharp little fangs, with a face that was as cute as an angel's, could actually hold a grudge like this.
"What do you want?" Amelia looked at this annoying baby face in front of her. She had been annoyed for the past few days and felt that she should have hit him a few more times.
"What do you mean? I'm pursuing you, everyone knows!" Caleb Smith laughed like a little devil.
Amelia wasn't shy. She knew this guy was intentional. That playful look wasn't admiration, but clearly troublemaking.
Because of Caleb Smith's exaggerated way of pursuing her, he successfully caused trouble for her, making her once again the focus of the whole school and a public enemy.
This wasn't important. What was important was that it disrupted her studies.
Whether in class or in the library, there are always people making noise and causing all sorts of distractions, making it impossible for her to study. That's why she's so angry. She's really in a hurry, Tyler Davis is waiting for her, and she doesn't have time to quarrel with anyone.
The baby-faced kid is Caleb Smith, a prominent figure in the fourth grade of Saint Hua Elementary School. He and his group of friends are like the masters of the school and have a strong backing.
And this backing is also the reason why Amelia has been troubled recently. She's already tried, but Caleb Smith is a martial arts expert, and she can't beat him. She can't think of a good solution for a while.
"Just because I hit you with a basketball, you're going to do this?"
"Of course. Don't you think it's cool to be the center of attention and have the whole school envy you?" Caleb Smith said with a smirk.
Without a word, Amelia walked quickly, and Caleb Smith followed with a smile on his face. Just by following her like this and not saying anything, he was increasing Amelia's hatred towards him to the point of bursting.
"Hey, why are you walking so fast? Look, everyone's watching us!"
While speaking, Caleb Smith even waved to the onlookers with a smug look on his face.
Amelia didn't respond, and she walked straight to the basketball court and picked up a basketball from the basket, handing it to Caleb Smith.
"What's this for?" Caleb Smith asked in confusion.
"You were just hit by mistake, right? If you're angry, just hit me back, but stay away from me after you do." Amelia said.