But their dormitory was right opposite the staircase on the sixth floor! People from the whole floor were going downstairs, yet none of the four of them heard a thing while being immersed in the game? How could they be so deaf at such a young age?
Aria hung her head, standing at the very edge. She lowered her face so much that she wished she could bury it in her chest, not daring to look up at all.
Ryder's half - smiling, half - mocking gaze seemed to be burning her.
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Aria: The game has ruined me!
The training sounds on the playground had already started. The whistles and rhythmic beats alternated. It had been quiet for I don't know how long in front of the podium. Finally, the person in charge leisurely spoke.
"Who's going to explain first."
The boy casually curled his knuckles and knocked on the table.
The four of them looked at each other.
They exchanged glances for a long time, but each one was more cowardly than the other.
Silence. Silence was Cambridge at this moment.
Actually, it wasn't anyone's fault. To a certain extent, the sense of oppression that Ryder exuded was quite intimidating.
And girls, by nature, have an indescribable fear of tall, serious - looking boys. Also, lower - grade students have a fear of seniors, or perhaps the fear of those in official positions. ωＷω.ＧoＮЬ.οrＧ
They had been at Harvard University for a short time. What they heard mostly were Ryder's gossip. The only positive interactions were those few times around the opening ceremony. The number of times they met could be counted on one hand.
Although he was handsome, it couldn't change the fact that he was the president of the student union.
He held a high position.
He also didn't seem easy to get along with.
No one knew what kind of punishment awaited them, and the few little girls were quite scared at the moment.
Ryder didn't urge them either.
He leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his finger bones tapping the table rhythmically, just waiting quietly like that.
Under this unhurried rhythm, the sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger.
No one could figure out what he was thinking.
His gaze landed on Aria unhurriedly. Seeing the little girl biting her lip, not daring to look up at him, his drooping eyelashes fluttered, and a glint of light flashed by.
In the continuous silence, Aria took a deep breath and finally let go of her lip that she had unconsciously bitten almost pale. With a wooden, expressionless face, she looked up.
Ryder raised his eyebrows in a half - smiling, half - mocking manner.
Aria didn't dare to meet his gaze, so her eyes dropped, passing over his straight nose, and finally stopping at the edge of his jaw.
"I'm sorry."
Since she had done something wrong, the first thing to do was to apologize.
Lowering one's stance was definitely the right thing to do.
Maybe Ryder, considering that they had known each other for so long, might give them a lighter punishment...
Moreover, he already knew the reason.
Thinking of this, Aria felt like crying but had no tears.
She had even invited him so carelessly, asking him so brazenly if he wanted to play together. It was really terrifying!
Aria lowered her eyes and said softly, "Chairman, we didn't mean to skip the training on purpose. It's just that... we really didn't hear the whistle."
Ryder's eyes were full of amusement.
"You," Aria found it even harder to raise her head under his gaze. Sophie beside her grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Aria took a breath and continued, "Could you let us off this time?"
"Didn't hear?" Ryder chuckled, drawing out the tone.
He seemed to be doing it on purpose, or perhaps unintentionally analyzing and savoring the meaning in that sentence, with a rather casual tone.
Aria knew him well.
She immediately caught the mischievousness in his tone.
A bad premonition rose in her heart. Sure enough, the next moment, she heard him ask:
"Why didn't you hear?"
Aria's mouth twitched, and she raised her eyes to look at him: "..."
The little girl's almond - shaped eyes widened a bit.
They were bright and glistening, fluttering with a halo, as if asking him:
Don't you know?
Ryder's expression remained unchanged. He knocked on the table, and the lazy ending of his voice rose slightly as he said "hmm", "Speak."