Aria: "Well, we were playing a game."
The few roommates closed their eyes and lowered their heads even more. Don't ask. If you do, they'll say they deeply regret it.
Murder mystery games are a national disaster!
Ryder casually lifted his eyelids, "What kind of game is it that's so fun that it made you not hear the whistle?"
"..." Aria was now 100% certain that this guy was definitely doing it on purpose.
Ryder stared at her without speaking.
Deep in those pitch - black, profound peach - blossom eyes, there was a combination of amusement and a smile. Apparently, he found teasing her to be a very interesting thing.
After a while, with a numb expression, she told the truth, "A murder mystery game."
"Is it fun?"
"..."
Was this going to end?!!
Aria gritted her teeth. The uneasiness she had when she rushed here just now had completely disappeared, "It's fun."
She asked sincerely, "Do you want to play?"
The roommates suddenly turned their heads and looked at her with horrified expressions: "?"
Honey, what's wrong with you???
Ryder raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but chuckle.
She had quite a temper.
He had only teased her a few times and she was already getting impatient.
However, this chuckle sounded different to the ears of the other three girls who, due to being late, had to stand here waiting for punishment.
The three girls were so frightened that they quickly looked up at him, trembling with fear.
They wanted to discuss countermeasures with their good sister, but they couldn't speak here. Their expressions were anxious and flustered.
Aria was simply speechless.
Sometimes she really thought Ryder was like a child.
It was already obvious. If she was a bit flustered just now, now she could clearly see that this person didn't plan to punish them severely at all. He was just in a playful mood.
It must be that the military training was too boring.
She sighed in her heart and called him softly, "Senior."
Ryder made a "hmm" sound and raised his eyebrows.
Aria looked at him, with a hint of helplessness between her brows, "Don't scare us anymore."
If he scared her few daring - in - skills - but - timid - in - heart roommates any more, they would cry. Look at their expressions of despair.
Ryder laughed casually. Even though Aria had seen through him, he didn't change his expression. He played with his phone in a leisurely manner, raised his brow bone, and looked at her lazily, "Are you angry?"
How dare Aria be angry, "No."
The few roommates didn't know that Aria knew Ryder. After hearing the conversation between the two, they seemed to figure something out. After reacting for a few seconds, they looked at Aria in surprise.
Roommates: You two know each other?
Aria twitched her lips: …
Roommates: Hehe
This cheap, plastic - like roommate relationship.
Sophie pinched her hand and winked at her: Are you close?
Aria: .
Ryder watched with great interest as the little expressions of the girls played out. Having had enough fun, he also knew it was time to stop teasing. He let out a soft sigh and clicked his tongue:
"I'm not a man - eater. What are you all so afraid of?"
No one spoke. Ryder didn't bother to make things difficult for the little girls. He just stared at Aria, thinking silently for a few seconds.
The rules were there. If one person was late, they could be let off without punishment. But if four people were late and not punished, countless others would follow suit. In the long run, the established rules would become meaningless.
This was also about fulfilling one's responsibilities in their position.
The position of the president of the Harvard University student union wasn't just for show. It represented the highest position in the school apart from the leadership. To a certain extent, it even had more power than a lecturer.
This also meant that the public opinion and risks Ryder had to bear were equivalent. He never made principled mistakes.
But it was okay to bend the rules a little for personal reasons.
He drooped his eyelids and thought, "Can you accept running laps?"
The others looked at each other and then nodded readily.
Aria: "..."
Running laps was what she hated the most.
Ryder looked at Aria, "Not okay?"
"..." "Okay."
"How many laps can you accept?"
Aria looked at him, lowered her eyelashes, blinked, and then slowly raised her eyes again, stretching out her hand to him subtly.