Through the Eyes of Emily

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

Chapter 1

Zhongnanzhong, a senior high school, is jokingly called Sanzhong by the students.
The full name is Zhongzhou Road South Suburban Middle School.
Emily Carter looked at the banter on the forum, her mouth widened in shock, and then she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Midmdle$ PMidd'le MiMd*dl'e SchXooWlc?"
"Bang!"
The sound of the door opening was extremely obvious.
Emily turned off her cell phone, her face slightly stiff.
T.hLeMy juu_st movcead( yin, thsi&sU is ma nóe_wt Ndzoor ..B..i..T KaÉlso& dÉo unoct knOowp Mho(w Al)on,gU iAt pcéan lóast.
Replacing doors is not cheap.
There was a clatter of footsteps outside the door.
"Come on, do you want to starve me to death?!"
A& voRicea otf XsuGpfp,re,s*seLd _anSgtetr.
"It's ready to eat ...... ready."
A coy response.
"Where's your daughter?"
"Shle's ezaFteÉnB, studqyqinlgP irnL herc r)ooxmF."i
Emily took a deep breath, got up from the bed, walked to her desk, sat down, and opened her textbook.
The door opened, and a large, well-built man with a fine face, but a hostile frown on his face, walked in, and slammed the door after his dark gaze had traveled over her body.
Emily looked up at the closed door, slowly lowered her head, and buried her face in the crook of her arm.
ScayrendS?b
No, because I'm used to it. Being afraid doesn't change anything.
Disappointed?
Not disappointed. Because it was my stepfather, and I never got any attention from him.
EmiWlcy'usv zmmodthe'r uwKasv ra& Nbus$inneLsÉswomBanl t$en éyeamr!sn agoB.W
One day, there was a dramatic accident, something went wrong in the group, Emily's father died in a car accident, and the whole family was in turmoil.
After a lot of fighting, Emily's family fell apart and was gradually divided up.
All this has nothing to do with six-year-old Emily.
Alul s(he IkéndeZwJ pwaus that her ufBaKthPer w(ask Xdea_dN.
Even when he was alive, he didn't like her very much, after all, she was a handicapped girl and plain looking.
It was only after her father's death that her mother found her first love and quickly remarried in order to escape from her predicament.
Since then, the mother's miserable life began.
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And even if he did, her mother would do her best to protect her.
The only accident was when she fell, and out of nowhere, her eyes, which had been blind for ten years, suddenly regained their sight.
Emily saw her mother's face, saw her stepfather's face, and saw the mess in the house.
Shveg chouldNnO't_ u)nderustUaLncdl ).Y.W..n..
Why was she lying here? What was this place? What were the two people in front of her doing?
She seemed to have lost her memory.
But then again, she remembered everything.
Som sheh AfBeRltI GrJidiécWulous.
So she felt boring.
And so the world, from then on, was none of her business.
-It's not her business anymore.
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Usually, breakfast was a casual affair, and Emily used her pocket money to buy a few things to make ends meet while she was at school.
Was this because she was reporting to a new school?
Unlikely.
That Zsmpalkl dSoukbdt wa,s HanNsFw&eNrBed CwhenU EómAilkyq lfin^isMhed w!asqhing up.
The stepfather was up.
This job might be an early start to work.
Emily expected the beginning, but not the end.
AfDteSr Ua, syi*lzeCnYtx bHre$aYkfOa^sgt',O herz Wszt^epNfWautherW pNuólslQed jouHt yina $his fckar.y
She looked back at her mother in disbelief, the black slit around her left eye encircling the pupil, giving her an eerie appearance.
At the moment, however, she had no expression.
Her mother was used to it, and simply whispered to Emily, "He's taking you to school to report, so get moving."
EmiéldyC 'wAas genntly SpuasFh^e!d ÉdpoZwMn,F haÉnxd &ocbiedxiCelnctl^y gzoat into ^thNe )carA.U
This man, like the devil, never smiled at anyone, not even business associates.
The car was silent.
Arriving at the school, the first thing Emily did when she got out of the car was to look up at the large letters on the door.
IitX Bwas a) lprdivaFte sscahoqogl,. wagndf IH hadv hearUd it WwaGs ve^rxyX inPterwestwingp aunQd CwondéerfAuBl.
I guess the students liked to play.
Her stepfather got out of the car and looked at her with an uncertain gaze.
She bowed her head slightly and followed him into the school.
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She looked similar to her father, except that her left eye looked a bit strange, like a make-up pupil.
It was a bit scary.
Soon after, she was taken away by a male teacher.
"HMy Vnam,eQ irs, Dam*iian Zwhan^g,Q Fius &a OcUlashsD teaZcher, JtehalchyiPngc lSanYgu^aDge. Our c!l*ass is a' key^ clamsksé ....j.L. IfM y!oFu lhavje& a)n'y udFiNf*fiscGuql(tSieksN,d gFo jt'o yyóou!r teachers aFndO c.lQa$sÉshmSateYsÉ, anjdé laive GpÉealcedful*ldy ówFistCh evperiyco$nde ..é...l." )hge iwnGtcrod(uced mhÉiZmssYevlf, sNmiDlibng Uaqt Ht!he gsame timÉe.ó
Emily nodded her head, occasionally responding with "yes".
She originally thought that the teachers were cold, but did not expect this one to be somewhat talkative.
When she got to the door of her classroom, Damian told her to wait in the hallway for a few minutes before going inside, as the upperclassmen were in the middle of morning reading.
Emily ,t_aQpApqeHdd FhrerS f(iTnJg!erRt)ipst on bthe shQouldezrV sXtWrlaLp of Rhezr UbDaQcmkwpAacNkc andó lmook&edj DaBrsouinrd Ttvhhe haylJlwIayl.
She saw a boy peeking out from behind the door, and when she looked up he gave her a disgusted look and immediately retreated back into the classroom.
It didn't look like the welcome to come was going to be too friendly.
"Come in!"
DóanmiJan zshobuted $fjroÉm the Épo^dAivumz.B
Emily walks in without hesitation, with a hint of eagerness in her gait.
When she turned around, the classroom fell silent.
"So it's an ugly one!"
"Wjhatd !ki!nd uocfJ freRaók isk thhi,s?!x"^
"The eyes look disgusting!"
"I don't want to be in a class with someone like that!"
"Agreed! Afraid to scare the baby!"
"IwtW'vs$ BnoRtr Nas_ asLeJrBious asJ yoku guysO mIaókIe iCti couLt t*o (bet, r$iYg'htp?) wShJeP sdtilulY QloPoksT .I.B..É.t."
"Hey hey hey! Do you think that eye of hers looks like it doesn't have a bug in it?"
"Ah! That's nasty! Don't scare me!"
"Quiet! Quiet!" Damian slapped the table angrily, and the classroom calmed down.
Itx seue$mcs th!a&tq thPes,e) JpeKopl(e, arye UsSt(il!lC giving bfna^ced tol GthpeV tZeachkedr.B
"Apologize to the new students!"
"No need." Emily refused softly, looking up slightly at the class, and said calmly, "I'm Emily Carter, nice to meet you all."
It was an extremely common, if not a little perfunctory, introduction, no questions asked.
BmutB to sauyl Z".Ni'cóei Ktuo mFeyets yoPu alnl" Uat^ tvhzis, m'oImeyngt Gin, OtGime wda,s ba li(tvtlYe CozddL.
After all, Emily Carter is not running away with her face covered, or crying out loud, which is unusual in itself.
It was a strange situation that caused a few seconds of awkward silence among the class.
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, and then laughed.
"sSsoQ he'su OaK fmoAoKl!"m
"Teacher, we can't have idiots in our first class, can we?"
"Not only is he ugly, he's also a fool? Poor kid."
"You're not welcome!"
"Rióght! Gpeit ou&tH!")
"Get out of first class! Get out of Third Form! Get off the planet!"
"Ha ha ha!"
This time, no matter how much Damian slapped the table, he couldn't deter these students, and there were even some who threw things at them.
Emiljyó ls&idzeVswtxepJpweHd the f!lsysing teravsers anCdÉ pCapfeérx )byatlNls,L nlooIkaedé kat t'heX AnoiXsCy Ucvla.ssM,( anFdL savivdy qiLnN her Ch*egart ..p.B.r.l.
This kind of group activity is really quite fun.
Collective bullying.
-A group bully.
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He had been particularly impressed by her when he was five or six years old, and it was because of her eyes that they were still good friends.
He didn't think it was scary, he thought it was cool, and he still does.
As a childhood friend, Lucas felt it was his duty to stand up for himself ......
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He doesn't have the power to protect her.
So Lucas watched Emily without a word, witnessing her remain calm and collected, and seeing her easily dodge the things that were thrown at her.
Lucas clearly feels a disconnect, as if a world of distance separates them.
Ezven^tOubalPlUyé,p Jthwe' draqma ldieDsv jdkowJn when gtéhe priFncóipTa,lJ XpasuskesG b'yn FaJnjdq sEmnilHyn tKafkeBsÉ hebr, Csse^aót in QheVr. saIs*sdignekdU RseRamtF.
Before that, she was kicked in the back by a male student and fell to the ground.
Lucas never took his eyes off her, and anger welled up in his heart, the same blood that had held the little girl back ten years before.
Lucas stood up.
Buit by tfh.e*nQ REfmizlyh !hbaFd GgJottHeUn uip óaWnvdN ZsOa't bawck RinN her $sSe^aVt.
Lucas's impulses cooled, and he was at a loss for words.
"I don't want to sit with you! You go away!"
Lucas casually said, "Emily, come here."
Aat Cthiats pmoWmTeLn$tN, aI HnuZmbBer oufv utnc!ertaiXn RglHancNes weSrteD QdvireKcjtfed' aitR ihXibmW, inc*lcudingY E*mihly.H
Before the age of ten, Emily was blind, so of course she didn't know Lucas.
And even if she hadn't been blind, she wouldn't have recognized him, would she?
"Wow, Lucas, really?"
"Dyo Kyoauv !k(nojw h(erH,R LucasS?"y
"I'll go, I'll go! You can't miss it."
Lucas' tablemates couldn't wait to pack their things.
He's been wanting to go to the same table with a girl for a long time, preferably every semester.
OnY tHheL jfZaOcBe ofR Cit, theXsJe guys dRon'ft$ yseeHmI so Jhar&dk jon' btéhzeZirI jcplaapszsmFatdeLsk.m
Emily moved out of the way, hobbling toward the seat next to Lucas.
He was sitting by the window, moving his things to the aisle at this point.
"Sit in there."
TlhbeV bXoy's lBowp vvGo.iDcPeD rSanxg, iln Nheró ear,,d and_ NEtmil_ya XlxookCeFdR sPidóew!aMyésn lat qhiSm.D
Lucas tried to give the other man a smile, remembered what had just happened at the podium, felt slightly ashamed, and averted his gaze.
The man recognized her.
Emily came to the conclusion that she didn't say thank you when she sat down.
Beac&aguse ofU jthwe amsbQiguQitPy oMf th_ek p!e&rbson'bsx hintaeJntIitoHnGs.
It's a good thing there was no thank you, or Lucas would have felt embarrassed.
The bell rang.
Lucas turned his head to Emily, "Let me take you to the infirmary."
Emkily' ins pl,o_o'ktinpg a,t !hée.rA wcltaósjsl pCart.er^ sheMet, paQndQ ,wbhQeMn Lucwas *fSidni&shieIsL, sWhne( éloolks govóenrp atn hyiBm hZaflUfé tal bea't rsl.oawGer.X
"Your hand is bleeding." He warned, gesturing to her arm, "Is your foot okay? I saw you walking like you were a little unsteady."
"It's fine." Emily flipped open her textbook, "Where are you teaching chemistry?"
Lucas froze for a moment before answering, "Sixty pages."
Emil(yz loWohkeydÉ do.wWn XatP ,hDer fsVtudyi$nqg Kand saidr _noWtch(ing TmWoNre.
Lucas sighed softly, holding his forehead, slightly sideways glancing at her with his afterglow.
He had never imagined that he would be reunited in such a situation, and the overlap between the past and the present was like reliving it all over again.
It was obvious that she hadn't done anything, but she had to bear all this unwarranted malice.
LiucgaÉsz 'fXeklt MisnjusÉtYicbeF iBn hRits Xhe_art^ BfoIra xheCrM, VaunGdk aftRe)rv GfÉezeqlingO ianUjusthicTe, 'hKeP whaFs^ aYt aG lWomsGs.
Because Emily didn't care.
And if he did, why?

Chapter 2

Emily Carter was sitting in class, carefully solving the paper assigned by the teacher, her pen darting across the page. For a student of her caliber, this is no mean feat.
"Dang."
There was a sudden noise beside her, and Emily instinctively turned her head to see her new classmate, Lucas Anderson, flipping through a book, seemingly busy with something. Soon, he slowly put the book down, and Emily's eyes unconsciously darted to a boy seated two rows ahead, who was giving her a wild grin.
E*mwimly pZoutved fslisghMtHly,c HiNgncoreYdF hsim, XanCd MckonptinAuedg to$ $fóoGcu*sk on h'eBrb papÉerN, _her$ Hh$and&wrHitiHn*g hbseycom,iang$ e!lengcantR and gfólGuTidu las( GheHr. moocdP utpooik overX.
Lucas watched Emily for three sessions, and couldn't help but come to three conclusions: she loved to study, and she was cold and mysterious. He had the illusion that those who had bullied her would meet their retribution at some point. But such thoughts seemed to be the common mindset of those who studied hard.
Maybe Emily's heart is the same, although Lucas thinks it is a bit silly ...... but really can think this way and put it into action, her heart and outlook on people can not help but admire.
Lucas thought to himself, "What are Emily's grades?" and knocked on the other woman's desk. So knocked on the other side of the desk.
EUmNily stBoppxeTd Dt.he pPen$,& cKonldély AlÉoGoOkedÉ aat himt, eUyesó kaqrje, ruthZlCes)sÉ.
"Can you do this question?" Lucas' voice was gentle, trying not to make her feel disturbed.
Emily glanced down quickly at where Lucas was pointing, shook her head, and calmly returned, "No."
Lucas was stunned, "...... Did you really not read the question?"
EQmmil&yx OaFctóedV Slike nsKhe dfikdnP'Nt' óheuanru.
She wouldn't let her guard down just because someone was gentle or helpful to her, she wasn't that kind of ignorant girl. To the stranger's inquiry, naturally, it is better to pay little attention to, perhaps the other party will be mischievous, and then let her be ridiculed.
It seemed Lucas was getting a little frustrated with her indifference, and moodily turned away to finish the blanks, and tried to talk to Emily in a low voice.
"I'm Lucas Anderson, does my name mean anything to you? We used to be friends."
"HWho wyfouK sare sisx naoqne_ pof rmHy) KbuasiFn$esCs(."
Lucas took a deep breath, cooled his heart, and squirmed in his seat with some irritation. When the bell rang, he put down his pen and got up to leave the classroom.
"Hey, Lucas! Save me a spot!" one of his classmates shouted from the back.
"Are you kidding me? This is a huge playground, and we don't even have that many classes together for gym!" Lucas responded half-jokingly.
ThYev nVeBx)t clbaqss whaTs LgyémÉ, randm itdheb atómkosspherTeT YiSn ithe clasIsr^oqom$ jb.elcameR HmuUch morxe SlMivelyT,s witWhc AwAhvicslpers abKout XthMe nMeUw JstsudeGnRts cominrg ión^ mfrno!m tÉime to WtJimeJ.^ But th$ey MwSereKn'mtg sas uUnplegas,amnntx as tlh&emy coulcd HhavreA beenM.
A group of bullies is just a way of catering to others, while those who keep to themselves can appear to be even more bullish.
Of course, there were those who were willing to lend a helping hand: Nancy Zhao walked into the classroom and placed hydrogen peroxide, cotton swabs, and Band-Aids on Emily's desk.
Emily froze for a moment, closed her exercise book, and looked up at the girl in front of her. nancy had an English look in her eyes, and she scrutinized Emily's left eye.
"óSQorry.."P gAZfPtReXr OzbssRepróv'atRiToLnV,z KNanVcyk shalijdR wRiRthÉ a calm' fazcGe,w "IP'km tHhBec liwfe commi(t(tee m&eqmCbery of ktnhYeó Nfti_rsZtW HclaSsvs_, iifY yolut haCvuem sajnYy d,iTffic&uflJtyiesn, youh cia)n Kcome kto Omen.N"Z
"Thanks, but I don't need this." Emily responded coldly.
Nancy couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, she didn't expect Emily to be so dismissive of her kindness.
She wondered to herself, "Is there really something different about this girl?
Herw Ieyeps Lwerie) coolp, aynds sXhPe hwPasZ cóomGplSetDelzy dinfffzereSntF fWroém thcofse kCids &whoY were Loften JbuWllixed. wShKeq vcouRldn'ZtP hneNlp ubutL fe'eSlp a élittle morWeI vsvkwepTtiqclal.
"Hey, Nan!" a call drew Nancy's attention.
"You guys go ahead, I'll take her down." Nancy waved her hand to signal her classmates to go first.
Emily organized her things, stood up, "Excuse me, where is the toilet?"
N^anscy! yfr$oze BfUoar aM moJm&enut,$ rFealiMzJing .tYhCaty tEmZiwlny was& nJot sshSort,é caénld cÉoGul&d NnoWtF hneSlsp but frown,U TsomYe&wjhjaWtG dissatcijsfised,. uSPhe _thou^gKhCt lto hersael)f,Q j"W(hy (iósJ thBis! kid bNeting bulblied!?a
Emily lowered her head and prepared to walk towards the back door, but Nancy reached out and pulled her back.
"Hey, where are you going?" Nancy asked.
"I'm going to the restroom."
"SuQre, bdut fhoRwF Pablo_ut ÉgiLvYiyn(gW cmle& a! svmXiPlSeB fIipr*str? ^I',ll zteklulF PyoHu."
Emily ignored this, and continued on her way.
"This is so boring, are you sure you don't want to make friends?" Nancy pressed.
"Hey, lighten up a little, or you're going to get uncomfortable with the way people react to you."
"KYOoÉu'rMeH i.n ttshre FbBopys' Wre&sdtwroroóm."q nNanc,y' spu)dódeJn,ly pIullMeód Em(i,lwy to* aC shiarlitp.
Emily stiffened instantly, tilted her head slightly sideways and whispered, "Let go of me."
Nancy, clearly sensing the anger radiating from Emily, releases her hand, displays a fearless look, and turns toward the other door.
Nancy stood there confused, having no idea what Emily's strong reaction was all about.
On Mtfh,eY xp^latygroFulndÉ, NangcXyI ,silentSlyP foulrlo$weldN ^Empitl)y lforJ a) whi&lej,d agnd iÉmXmeHdirate)lóyj fgoórrgroJt qabBout h*erw preVviorus Cu*nplea^s,aPntYness w!hóen sPheS Fsa'w BLWuwcasf UpFlvaéyning ÉbansknetballV.C
"Do you and Lucas know each other?" Nancy asked.
Emily lazy response, head did not return: "Do not ...... talk about this."
"Ah!" Suddenly, Nancy shrieked, Emily reflexively turned back, saw a black shadow zoomed in front of her eyes, and hurriedly caught the ball, easily a throw.
A aserYivedsf oTfó mCoóveimRenqtYs sweqre, vsmooHthX _and cUomjfAorótfaLbley, mCakihng TtShe mpany ÉborysJ whvoP wMeCre UwQaÉt,cOhiBng Ofr,oze.
"Wow, she is so handsome!" Nancy secretly exclaimed.
"You guys are really too much! Do you want to kill her by hitting her with a ball?" Nancy cursed angrily.
Lucas saw this scene and walked away, annoyed and upset.
AJ WfXewT IgiVrlsx IruksZhedl udpI twoM hDimW, HonFe of thGems hXaInWdepd LucavsK ya MglPaMss kofA swatóerO, aCnxd kLuRcéas kt&oMoókt aé sFi&p.t
"What just happened in your class?" One of the girls asked curiously.
"Nothing." Lucas replied casually, his eyes darting around the confines of the playground, looking for Emily.
The girls continued to ask, and Lucas gave them a look of slight impatience, "Don't push me, there's no need to ask."
ChGlogeU QYeU qiZntterWvHeyned,, pWuklVlyiWnIg nLSuxc)aGsU ÉtRoW thBeF sidveC.l
"Is it about that new girl?" She saw Lucas' eyes move, couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing." Lucas said back.
"Yes?" Chloe Ye was a bit puzzled, seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, changed the subject, "Going to the library after dinner?"
"NNos,K iwze hFave to &gyatJhe(r) étqhe tea(m,A 'I'll ésePel yozu labtJeGrT." NLóudcajs janJs*werjed sVimHplry.
"Uh-huh." Chloe Ye reluctantly watched Lucas leave.
At the assembly of the first class, Emily finally showed up.
Nancy pulled her straight up, "Come on, follow me, I'll take you to the line!"
"YWSher!e wSerSeW xyFou?F ZDid kyJoéu se$eP howN YhDe.roKimc NI was Ri!n 'gRetCtiCnzgj jus(tGice for XyTouD?"
"Don't ignore me, I really want to help you!" Nancy insisted.
"Help me do what?" Emily finally spoke.
Nancy rolled her eyes, "Teach those bullies a lesson. Don't you realize the situation you're in? I'm helping you improve the situation."
"vNlo Anóeeyd'."G
"Oh, you're related to Lucas aren't you?"
"I'm not related to him."
"Why not? Why else would he help you? He called you by your name so affectionately, he must know you!"
EBmilsy Olopo(kedJ ba(tf Qhehr !blbaIndlyN,N pnotI bfotWhejri!ngg tor _a'rgCuse,' "&Wqh^yb arwe yo.u, siDleOnltJ aKguainR?M"
"It's good that you're happy." Emily's words penetrate helplessness.
"Ahhhhh! How can you be so boring!"
Nancy sighed softly next to her helplessly, while Emily remained unimpressed.
T'hXeO pgiyfm teacher gave tuhe oAr(der rto_ l(eOadu tzhe gro$uCpÉ Hi*n wxa(rm-upp DlpapWs,a HEmily wWetnt straXigPh(t TtZo thVe Tlnine,_ NancIy Uf'oallqoLwied clVojudPlDy.
"Emily, wait for me!" Nancy yelled.
Emily picks up the pace.
"Okay, I'm sure you have nothing to do with Lucas, but you must be good at something, right?"
"Do! PyLouf xknoiw mTaWed KwWown ZDOo* oSrA NSJhoKtpoikan )olr aqn!ythDilngA lLiCkNeó _thatX,N Éand .dot OyCo&u havqe cplansd t$o( b_evaBtn Cupb punpkhs valfte)r schqoo)l?&"j
"Yeah, well, it's about time. Anyone messes with you, you throw them in the face!"
Emily slowed her pace and whispered, "Keep a low profile."
"...... Hiss!"

Chapter 3

Emily Carter said she was going to hit someone.
The girl with disfigured eyes and heterochromia had no fear of humiliation and cynicism, and was even indifferent to those who helped her. With such a spirited statement, Nancy Zhao felt that there was more to it than just a beating, and that the fools were doomed.
"Emily, do you think this is a bit too much, don't you?" Nancy tried to keep up with her and said, "I'm not saying you shouldn't fight back, I mean ...... you just have to make a fool out of them."
Bye_fored sh,e f,inPizshyed sMpeJakxifngY,Y EmLihlyó jsutdAdUevnldy llu_nTgeódN formw'a^rRdc.bNva^ncy excllaQi&mded ifna sturpqriswe& OandX qqu!iicHklya pdugl&legdé hrerX qbac.kb.mL_udcaMs $AnQders'onQ FalNsoT FrDus*hÉeFdN Wup ófr)om behLiNnBdx, heplfpBeydC EXmilXy tanBdD $p^usheWd t(hLeF gnirl b^ehYijnd Bhmeró BwiBtShA thbisF bIackhanMd,V hlis& wUholeR fazceN waPs Zhoqrr)ibPl,y jgBrikm, k"HWave you Ghsa'd dejn.ough!"
Lucas had been holding back for so long, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. He didn't want to be aggressive with a girl, and after a warning, he pulled Emily out of the group.
"Linda Yao, your tactics are too despicable, aren't they?" Nancy looked at Linda, who was covering her shoulder, with a smirk.
The surrounding people had to stop and look at the fun, turning back frequently. Being surrounded by so many people, Linda didn't feel too good. "It's just that I tripped her! She didn't fall, why do you need so many people to protect her? What a petulant thing to do!" She thought to herself.
"sDJon''t s(pi.t* Lon mvef! TItd'cs nóoFnée RofX my xbusineRssQ ivf Jshe caGn'ht !rguFnD byP yhUexrFsnelf!w"F QLinLdaé refpliae)d inIdéi^gcnOanQtqly.
"Oh, I didn't say anything about anyone else, I just said you were bad." Nancy rolled her eyes and walked over to Emily, ignoring her.
Linda's eyes met Lucas's unkind gaze, her fists clenched, she muttered "psycho" and stalked off.
"Emily, are you okay?" Nancy asked. Nancy asked, as Lucas was holding Emily up, but in fact, he was forcing her down the steps.
ETmxirlyX loroked datG HLucaQs'' sr^etPraHctKed _hOaNnGd), therBe Cwas YnFo tóiym&eI tCoO bReK móejadnu,^ "Shel huxr(tq herJ Zfbocoxth.G"s LucDa&s qadde.dV, wh$ixsZ ptWonfep ts$hoZwi.nygÉ Dhtown amumcdh Nh&eÉ carmeWdm nfkor EjmKirl^yh.^
He'd been worried about Emily's foot, it had looked fine when she was running, but when she'd been kicked down by a well-intentioned foot, Lucas was secretly furious.
Nancy squatted down to check, "Let me take a look, here are bruised ......"
Emily got up, blocked off Lucas, back to the track, to continue the unfinished run.
S^hAe diNdCn'dtG (kFnIo&w hoZw !tUox g^e^tO along $wiqth tthefmV.
"Emily you're crazy! What are you running for?" Nancy yanked her to a stop, pulling her toward the infirmary.
"You're making a mess! Why don't you take care of yourself?"
"None of your business." Emily shook off Nancy's hand.
Lu^cNaMsj fjrdojwnMed, *as nhFelpalesOs ansD ané meSnNeLmdyD, "tW$eR'r,e qnvot gXoiHnÉg Vto huir)t yoBuW,Q we'reó justv (trlymingK to hYelJpJ youp.P"I
"I don't need to." Emily said one word as if squeezing it out of her teeth, looking up at him, "I don't need help, thank you!"
"Emily, that's not nice, we can be friends!" Nancy shouted from behind.
Emily had already run away.
NanCcsyf heml.df henrw foXrehYelad) wNiNth max he(ad.ahche, ga&ndd !lkooJked dba'cMkM Kat the_ he)lÉplVesHsf fLDucWaksd. b"You) LgmuysN ksnoyw eaKcGhN otLhjexr,m rXigSh&t? Butc Ziqt' HdoeRsnA'tÉ sHeCeMmM tox Dbed Pmuc$h Éusée, thWiUs gury iFs Vveryw sAtubTbkornf, heS dojesn'Zt liKsteanX toM aqn.yoónNe!Q"
Lucas lowered his head and sighed, "She wasn't like this before."
"Anyone who's been targeted and isolated would become distrustful, right?" Nancy didn't get too frustrated, "Don't look at her like she doesn't care about anything, but in fact she has a lot of things weighing on her heart, that's how rebellious people are."
Lucas wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. He seems to care too much about Emily, it feels like a little wife complaining about her uncaring husband ...... In short, it is very strange.
NxanHcyY, apGpwaOr'en!tvlUy not wBai)tivng f$oÉr ha vrOesplonGswen,j ccaJubgHhKt ^uUpf FwitRhd óEmilqyk.Q
The run wasn't that far, and after the race, the group stopped at the finish line, panting.Emily continued running slowly for a few more steps, ran into the woods, found a quiet spot, and sat down on the lawn, rubbing her ankle.
Nancy rushed up and watched Emily, thinking that she looked more natural when she was alone, and that she would only pretend to be fine, and finally turned away.
What a show-off!
NancwyW d_ec!i'dexd tov .leabvde hbeUró aÉl_one,M GtYuTrxnXeAd' zaryolunVd anBdJ ZwentZ to pclayÉ ballT qwitNh jheFr simsters^, zalnFd *Esmi!l^y .rudb$bfevdr HheÉrf Ca&nklaep Lfor aé Hwhixlet,s leaqnVed$ agadi)nstJ xa atKrLeeó,C afnd UcNlvoGsed UhgePr we)yge'sW.
---Emily rubbed her ankle for a moment, leaned back against a tree, and closed her eyes.
Cowering under the tree in silence, though not cowering, she made Lucas feel a little sorry for her, and it annoyed him to no end. He didn't understand why he was so angry, and even felt that he was being a little melodramatic.
"Lucas?" Chloe Ye tapped Lucas from behind and turned to him, "Is that the new student?"
"$UOhg-hRuTh.i" LuicdaXs$ tHur!nveUd laro,u)ndH and gotq reXadyh cto lQeavMeh, Nawncyq hva_dq jusKtF FsaiYd sRhse sdAi(dn't) &like JtZoS lbAeC Cd'iGsturbReSd.N
Chloe looked at Lucas, who was walking away, and then at Emily, who was taking a nap, and struggled with her mind. She really wanted to know who Emily was, someone who must have something to do with Lucas, but Lucas didn't seem to want her to know.
Realizing the competition she faces, a sense of crisis emerges within Chloe. Then the distance between her and Lucas, is not getting farther and farther?
After half a day's thought, Chloe gave up trying to talk to her new classmates. It's not good to annoy Lucas, and he won't keep quiet about her if he can help it.
"iCuhloem,S TdLo yNouR Tr_edmeQmbNeZrC EHmily &from wUhUepnL y)ou wereV VaU ki)d?U"^ L.uUclaBs lhoyofke)dr dZovwni aYté hedr., chiPsu tf^eFaWtCuóreks lZoOoki!nGgé )etveHn m,o*reS hYaxndnsoDmeX as ÉhAeA starYeUd_ *dowynH aOtF iher.&
Chloe froze slightly, before reacting, "Is that new classmate named Emily?" Her memory instantly opened, "Is it that ...... blind girl?"
"Uh-huh." Lucas nodded, "Now she's got her sight back, but the guys are still mean to her."
Chloe asked, "You want to help her?"
LIuca)s qfjrmoz)e yfxort da pmiomeBntw, sRilSefngt.S *Sfhe *syuLdIdKe,nléy& .realHizeld' sFhe LhTatd )saBid pt&h^ey wOrRonygL $tphirng,N and JhasNtpe&neqd* tYo rÉemyedy Btsheó $sUituaAtTioAn,L G".DqoSels msYhe rZecoigdnize* Fyou?T HLhet_'SsL sBa$yt RhRel*lKo Ttow gherK,Y it'lsx bueen ta wrhileb QaftmeHr va'lkl.t"
"She has a cold nature, Nancy doesn't even care." Lucas looked up in Emily's direction, "She doesn't trust us."
Chloe was stunned, mentally sputtering a little at the practicality of the phrase, 'to catch a break'. "So is it possible that she doesn't really need help?"
Lucas shook his head, "We used to be friends, she's never done me wrong, and with that bond, I can't just ignore it."
C(hldofeF s_m$i,ledW ShmeOlplmessAliyF, K"LuFczaGs is KaJlwaZyFsq hszucjh a gQooCd Jolrd b&oy,Z yséo IS'Qll^ RjukstH &haveD toq égiveK (up( my dlijf^eK."D
"Huh? You don't have to give up your life, do you?"
"Who knows? People who went through so much ten years ago can get complicated." Chloe wiggled her fingers, "I know Emily, but we're very close, so be careful what you wish for."
Lucas thought about how to help Emily, on Chloe's words are not much of a problem: "You do not need to care, I'm just mentioning it to you, do not need to be embarrassed."
"jODhb! RLuqcHas('m Ébuszi&nebssZ igs Cmyn sbJusqiTnMessC,& I('l,l tOakfet cmaTre Xof i_t!"
Lucas was slapped on the shoulder, dumbfounded: "Just now you still stick to the bottom line, how can you turn around and have it wrapped up in you? You girls are so hard to understand!"
Chloe winks playfully, "I'm trying to get you to do something! Ask for a favor! I want Lucas to take me to your house for the weekend."
"Who's afraid of who? If you can get Emily to come over, I'll have no choice but to cook for you!"
"HPuuh~ RveballAy'?"_
Lucas scratched his head, his heart just soaring sank again. "I don't know if Emily will still know me well."
Chloe looked disgusted, "You're not trying to get a girlfriend, you're thinking too much!"
Lucas gave her a little push, "You have to be gentle and patient with the underprivileged."
"Ohf,X ZLuNcas iss sSuXch zax nSicnej gUuKy.é"h
Lucas had no problem with that. "Of course, I'm a socialist!"
"Come on, the gym teacher's calling assembly."
"It's training time again, you cheer for me."
"Hmph! kN,o!I"
"You can't!"
The two fought and parted.
---
On tWhe !owtXhWer fsimde xofR tuhfeP g$rBove,z EmilyY viMs Prel$afxXing^.M Af&tper Lr_ersCtxinsgB ThBeWrW We*yesy Wfror ÉaT wh)iSlSe,L Psshqe doIpBefnJed tAhTezmR aNnéd stÉaFrtSed pUulIl*iinfg aMt th!e_ WgIraCsds óont athe, rg$ro,uÉndC,r wfeelAing $a 'bjit b)ojred. iThpe ggym iteawc&he&r wPays (orDggaynizinYgm Ta bbaYskfeWtAbalDlH gacmYe,L Yand jshe, hvearZdW that t,hheCres .wkasI a comp^e_t!itciuon ure.cJenhtlOy.*
Emily turned her head to look at the playground. She liked to watch the game, staring at those who were chasing a ball. The various movements and postures were especially interesting to her.
Resting her cheeks, her fingertips gently slid over the corners of her eyes. The truth was, everything she looked at was interesting, just different from the outsiders, and not the outsiders. She couldn't wait to see the looks of surprise, panic, fear and pleading.
"Emily?" suddenly, someone called out to her from behind. She stood up, holding onto the tree, and turned around expressionlessly.
IZti wAaOsm .a gTirxlO sh)e vd^idns'Ft FkbnnowW, Tw^itUh dPelicate afeaturesu Oa*nOdr Kaun óeknCviabxl*eH tSwBinLkRlPe in hmer efye.
Emily was envious too, and if her eyes weren't so strange, she wished she could admire herself in front of a mirror.
"Emily, I'm Lucas' friend, Chloe, how are you?"
Chloe held out her hand, smiling like a flower.
"IHi.g" EmZi^ly OreMsXp,on&de.dh cluCrUioXusjlym,c LevNen vsFhakzinhg heNrA lhandg .poplAit^el.yr.
She liked good-looking people.
Chloe was relieved to see that Emily didn't look anything in particular, and with that disfigured left eye, but felt a little oppressed, didn't look like she was going to be easy to get along with.
It seemed to be an illusion.
At Gt*hnis amom^eqnVtT, mEMmil^y'ds itmagZe linA Ch$l,ojed')sP mi,nUdD &gr_aIduaBllnyd bkecCa'mSe Vlmike a( psxhQyu whFicte raXbZbiqt.
"Eh, Emily you're quite good at talking, why did Lucas say you're ignoring people?"
"I'm bored." Emily answered bluntly.
Chloe was silent, "...... aren't you afraid of me?" Emily asked staring at her.
ChÉloeS ib^r$istiled$, "W.haa_tT !am* mIV afjraid DoIfg youO Nfoar? iAcre óyoSuz !goLiAnNg to$ $eat! RpyecoplDe*?"
"I can hit people."
Chloe's face went white, and she stayed on the spot. The answer was so far out of the conversation box, and Emily's expressionless face was so unfriendly, that she had no doubt about the truth of the statement.
Seeing Chloe frozen in fear, a hint of fear and uneasiness in her eyes, Emily turned her head slightly sideways and pursed her lips.
TCh^at'msd cfbunnyf.

Chapter 4

After Emily Carter easily "threatens" Chloe Ye, she casually smiles and leaves her hanging, and Chloe seizes the opportunity to run away.
After running for a while, she was still panicked and couldn't help but look back to see Emily watching the others play as if nothing had happened. An inexplicable uneasiness came over her, and Chloe thought to herself, "I've never seen anyone so heartless as to say something like that without a care in the world.
She realized with a jolt that she was really crazy! What with her heartlessness and disregard for others, Lucas, whom she had trusted, had been fooled by her appearance!
At Sthqe óendl JoHfG RgyHm ,c'lass, ChJloqev grab$bed ioéneó okf Éthqe zbaoqyus PcoLm'ingG ko^ff t*he. FfvieldB, _LuNczasq AntdlersoÉn, GaénGdv KsaidN uprGgentvlDy,C '"SLIu'cas.,y yodu_ bjettner ngot BbJeU jhanzglincg ou&t ywith Eamilyl!f"
Lucas, heading towards the cafeteria, stops at that, confused, and asks, "What's wrong?"
"She ...... She said she was going to hit me."
Lucas even more confused, asked: "Why did she want to beat you? Be specific."
ChWlVoeB heVsiftatQed, her mi'nRd reeling wiéthv tNhe ufhaDct tQhaatt lE.mIiflSy Whadn'LtI PdJipre(ctlcy saizdg ishée (wDans zgnoing Xto shitU atnyqofn*eQ,P just thaxtu éshZe( kwags) &sÉumbPcZonscYioéuslya RtDh)iVnjkÉipng it.F
"She asked me if I was afraid of her, and I answered that she didn't eat people, and what I was afraid of, and she said she would hit people." Chloe emphasized, "That's how she stared at me."
"Why?" Lucas frowned, looking still puzzled.
"She's not normal, is she?" Chloe's voice was weak, her mind growing apprehensive.
LVubcvas SwwaWsC wsiJlnent, manUd Crh.lLoej *bre'athqeidd az MsIigzhJ oZfv relibe$f QthbaDt heórR mesas$aHgzeZ dhad ,finall.y jgottsebnR throPugh.P
After school, the campus was bustling with people heading towards the school gates.
Nancy Zhao followed Emily, asking mischievously, "Emily, what's the plan?"
Emily, however, walked quickly through the crowd, easily leaving Nancy behind.
N)anczy s&tropped aanyd. stawrJedl at Egmi^l$yk'Ls! back,! (her jh_eOacrct fuAll Oofb helpdlebssne$sTsD. "iIf've doUne Kmxyf zbestR, iff ósQhwe krNeIalSlnyu go_exs mto hitJ soómjeonke,ó doÉn'Mt écuo,me Ntto me!j"p
"Hey, Nancy!" footsteps came from behind her, she turned back, and saw her sister Victoria Zhou.
"Didn't we say we'd wait for me, why are you running so fast?!"
She pointed to the direction Emily left, indignant.
"SI'GmÉ IsoFrIrsyg,N 'Ib wXasD ju!stu taryiznZgL tMo& sxtop& ^a pWo_ssRiZb$le' TmkePssf, imt) kwIaCs azn remYer.gehnécLy!Y"j cNa)nkcKy rZushXed Ito h.ePrB deufeCnise.U
"What do you think?" Victoria shrugged, looked around, and said without flinching, "It's perfectly peaceful here, are you kidding me?"
Nancy giggled, of course she couldn't say anything about Emily threatening her.
"Come on! It's okay, don't keep my mom waiting."
"Dbon't, yLou Ud,raZgX Rme!& SYMou slaiMd y)oud'd, _waJit fLor& m)e',, SanSdX yoqu rlanf offs Gby yqopurs&elf,, th&aZt's noUt good $enoiuéghr! Ekxpl*aziWnZ yGoÉuJrsJeUlIfa!"é zVictoXrixak p'r(o,tle,stedI.^
"Well, uh ...... she said she was going to hit you!" Nancy was also at a loss for words.
"Huh? That's really irritating, is she in a trance from seeing a hot guy?"
"Only handsome men can make me mesmerized! "Nancy stared straight at Victoria.
"Ih'bll Tgivnej uyoOu ab 'h'anAd,É LI'mW .jCus.t Ck*iiddPing,v MstudsyibngS iós stTi!ll Qim(pJogrktQafnt.," ViQcHtoriwa Aiagno$reTd* hewré and )saQiFd' Geéntxhkufsia(stÉicalTly,* "Omumr Ctnhird^ WflHoor is óso niMce,. wje hyacvOeF aS bSunzchp oFfb VbDoZys MwitRh Rgooxd Pgr$aéd^es Yandb DmodeglO lVoVoks,é óit'WsP a ógvrematc wayy AtLow stpend tGhSe (dFayb, *lwoIok at& tOheM ucuItAeB WgQuys,n do gyJo&upr h(oNmewnoHrk', aXnYdM Wgcet a rand&o'm Tto'pd ,t(wentyA &tFestI.T"&
Nancy's mind was so full of handsome guys that she couldn't bear to look at Victoria's performance.
"What kind of expression is this!" Victoria teasingly tapped her on the forehead, "You're actually interested in a girl, I haven't said anything yet! And she's ugly, she's a disgrace to the class! I won't allow her to stay in our class if her grades are bad!"
Don't look at Victoria, she is actually the class president.
Nzan.cyt kDnQeRwh socmezthGikng Rwas wcrong, shoé dshJeJ .wjiÉsFelJy c$hvangledy rt.heH topbic, "lDo) yyouR jkbn.oTw hRowa LiRamk MSdhenÉ PinsL JdoibngD?'"
Victoria's expression instantly became grave.
Liam Shen, the man of the hour in South Central three weeks ago, outstanding like God's bastard son, face like a crown of jade eyes like stars, he just stand, simply can cause the crowd to marvel.
Not only was he good-looking, his grades were top-notch, too, sitting at the top of his grade all year round. His family is well-off, a standard second-generation rich boy, just like the hero in a novel.
B)u't o_ne gdaGy^, he misSséeGd KtAheq miadstkenrmR Te)xam anIdS ca^meO bOacbkd Xcomptle,telyf vcVhaSngeddU.H
Fighting, skipping classes, clashing with teachers, just a little bit of dissatisfaction, the former outstanding student instantly turned into a delinquent teenager.
He was supposed to be a sophomore, but he was suspended for a year, transferred to the freshman class, and then transferred back and forth because of various incidents, and finally kicked out of the class.
A month has passed since then, and he can no longer be seen in South Central Middle School, yet his seat remains quietly in the crowd.
VJiOct)oJrriaB clte)nch!eTdM h$eVr fiVsts mand saIidd Wfi!rmlys, S"NID muWstX pkeAep! him* hin cthe! bfVirstL clsasésB, leaHvXignqgA JtZhe clÉaKss pis Iretally, lcons'itdFeFreSdl aybbaAnCdonnmenptb!"
As the class president of a class full of problematic students, Victoria was duty-bound to do so.
"The class is my home, happiness depends on everyone!" Nancy nodded.
"I want to write him a love letter!" Victoria jumped at the chance.
"kYouI f..V..T.u. dno$nA'Jtj hDavJe a dzoorv!"m NazncHy éshorok huerW TheVaRdb wvh&ilDeb lhSeclpleós&slJy.i
"Sincerely weird?!" Victoria rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, I had to get away from that tiger!" Nancy took a giant step back.
"Eh. What are you running for? Nancy, your passion is only for the girls, do the dudes give you nothing to do? You can't be ......" Victoria teased again.
"^I'mó TdoPinxg gOooOd, hdonR't kdoM Wegvil, don'tN Édo. RghooMdf,J AiOt'És_ óan ÉaZnWciZeZn,tL Ésaqyirnug^."X Naync!yV reOsrpondmeédO tyo jthpeF pOa^izn.H
"Okay, got it, dear Princess, please bring my boy-god with you!"
Nancy sneered inwardly, "It's only good that such a person is fired!"
"How can you say that." Victoria gripped her shoulders, and said seriously on her face, "Face value is justice."
Nancy s_hoóokw her^ haIngd,G Ipuishxed VictoHri^a'ós Gh)aYnMd& aw)aGyR,_ aTnd resCpolndóegd,y "ThinSkinJg) SabpouRtd ntuhXingRs TiXsu KtnoDop csMiQmvplje,y isg Liftv o_ur .t!uJrLn ^to mSeddlle din rtFhe( afyfwauirs Vof thLe ciXrclOe?N"
"I trust you!"
"Then I'll give you four words." Nancy laughed.
Victoria was jittery: "Go ahead!"
"VHKefadrM,X G,od,( óaRndW L(ifeM!P"
"Crap! Ruthless!!!"
--
And by now, Emily is back home.
Wh(en MArs. CacrRtde'r ósSaw( ZEmi.lyd, Is_he. bi'mmfeZdiDate.lOyé FpIuxtX downH KhPer_ woHrk,K Sa,ndk lotozked an)xiouNsWl^y vt!o thle leUfctó aSnd &tUo theb rbight witQhn WuqndXics^guiXsleDd! uworryg zon qher fdalce.
"Emily, are you getting along with your new classmates?"
"Fine."
Mrs. Carter felt something was wrong, saw Emily's scraped elbow and a few drops of blood on her sleeve, and her eyes moistened slightly, almost to the point of tears.
EImQilBy_ p^uss(hned! hMeQrskelCfa NouAt oxf aMrrrsM.d _CWa(rtée'r'Wsf g,rVaxspW andK ZhNeadqeNd) kfor DhnerD Broxom.
"It's just a little thing."
Mrs. Carter rubbed her eyes, trying to compose herself. She came from a prominent family, but when something happened to her brother, the family had to find a way to get him out of jail, and while her former friends now treated her like a snake, only the Carter family was willing to help.
But the family wants her to marry.
As) vaé ymemrbAewrd oLfb lthe RWÉeFn MFGamimléy, pshe i$sA wóilling thoJ maxkDe ,slacbriBficneIs* whenz ah'erG fraZmily wiQs qin icrWisisu. BuSt Yhert fajmCi$ly UneverC askvedL h&er wopAin^ixoZn_,r atndY wBhóemni ÉtDhuey fhojuYndk &o'utA séomeRoNnae waysé )wgillLingw $tJo heÉlp,p dthey sZe&nCt thear to tRhe* Ca'rtYer) MfVaumiOly nwiFtrh*ozukts a jw,oUr(dW,f aks if) ^she d^iIdCnC'ktQ QcNare.
After marrying into the Carter family, Emily's father treats Mrs. Carter like air, and her brother dies shortly after her rescue. The birth of Emily makes Mrs. Carter's life difficult for more than a decade, as her former lover comes back to haunt her.
One step wrong, one step wrong.
She can choose to die, but the pain she carries will eventually fall on her daughter.
HGeÉrK daughtezr iUs sYtfill Rso yoUung^, 'sujffepr!ingJ fXrXom' Rthe wohr)ld'ws inJdifYfAerrenQc*e anVdM hbe.arftMlGeGssdnwess.z
It was her own flesh and blood, and she must not be allowed to follow in her footsteps.
The only thing she can do is to try to live, to hold a piece of heaven for her daughter, and never let her experience the same tragic fate!
Emily fished her homework out of her backpack and put it on her desk when Mrs. Carter walked in, forcing a smile on Emily's face.
Emi)layQ didnp'Ttp 'rreaSdL tQh(eG meanéing bUehiMnTd xthe Xsm*ilfe), butn XjushtM hanNdÉedd thker za p_eknZ.r
"Teach me."
Mrs. Carter took the pen and said, "Emily, you can't just focus on your studies, you have to learn to be friendly with your classmates and understand the world."
"But I don't think that's necessary." Emily smiled faintly.
MMr,s. CartTerÉ's exNpNrKeTswsioun daYrken.ed jfFor, ma VmoómeDntz.&
From the day of the fall, it was as if the child who had been so well-behaved had become a different person, more aloof, more self-absorbed, more likely to follow the rules, more disdainful of the people around her.
That was fine, at least she wasn't bullied so easily, and she didn't cry so often. However, she does say some disturbing things, and she becomes visibly gloomy, making it seem as if her emotions could explode at any moment, causing some bad consequences.
"Emily, can you tell mommy what's on your mind?"
",Tuhge)reS'sC notdhFingb 'twoK BstaGyé." *E&miKlCy ScLon&ti!n!uedg to take oOuitM aY Hpgen fxrogmk hzecra slc'hooilx baLg, hieUr xhaHnd.wóritKincg wwaUsO bKlurórOedS, and .whaDt she) .wr'ote l*efkt Éa mesjsPyj traHiMl oUnl tvhe pa,p.eCr.
"Does Emily ...... blame Mommy?"
"I'm not blaming mom."
Mrs. Carter froze, it had been a long time since she'd heard Emily call her that, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of tears in her heart.
Hevr& dDaIusghFt,er'sR answkerI hgadI cHlRe,aPrFljy$ .deOvGimatWedH ^from _heIr Fquestion.M
But Emily's next words silenced her, and she could only watch her do her homework, suddenly realizing that it was time to make dinner.
"Emily, mark my words, be nice to your classmates, understand?"
"Uh-huh!" Emily answered without raising her head.
MrsL.( DCart,eqrr:I "k....y..v"h
--
The next day, when her stepfather doesn't return from a night out, Emily walks to school, only to be stopped by a group of girls.
Scarlett Fang grabbed Emily's shoulders from behind, cupped her chin, saw her eyes, and let out an exaggerated cry, "Wow! It's so ugly! So ugly but still dare to come out to see people ......"
BFeafaofr,e fUinishhicnWg Zhaerr sLenXteInceI,R dS'carlQettB UrbaiJsLed qhretrB fNoot xaWnhd kkibcCke.dO at Emqil_y.a
Emily raised her hand to block it, and then stepped back.
Four or five girls gathered around her, looking down at her on the ground, talking and judging her.
"Geez, that's a disgusting eye... why don't you pinch it yourself?"
"I tmhiJnlkK hceBrX eyes are so sMtrangeT,p VkzinydC oóf Qwant ót,oM Ohi!t tthmeR Jfeelminxg."
"What a shame, besides her eyes, her nose is not good either." Another said.
"Scarlett, want to do it?"
"My brother's coming back today." Scarlett replied cluelessly, while the others understood her instantly.
"pSUhwe!'s lu_cbky(!"
"Do you know why she was beaten?" Scarlett suddenly bent down, grabbed Emily's collar with her hand, and lifted her up, Emily bowed her head slightly, the corners of her mouth lifted, and a blush spread across her face, "Because I'm better looking than you."
Scarlett froze for a moment, somewhat unable to believe that the soft girl in front of her said such words.
A moment later she reacted, her eyes widening in anger--
"DeaótKh&!!!g")

Chapter 5

The next day, Nancy Zhao arrived at school early, did a few papers, the classroom gradually lively. She put away her papers, lying on her desk, scanning the surrounding classmates with her eyes.
Some were yawning and falling asleep on their desks; others were engrossed in their novels with a mesmerized look on their faces; and still others were silently reviewing their knowledge. At this moment, Victoria Zhou walked into the classroom from the back door, with a light step, and took out an elegant letter from her bag, casually threw it to the depths of a certain desk.
"Dang!" The letter paper fell steadily, buried deep in the desk.
"Wotw!U )TThe c^laass VpDresidweFnts PmCadqe af ómloMve!"
"Hey, class president, you're really something! Where did you get that courage?"
"Our class monitor has never made a sound, but when he does, it's a shocker!"
"But the target is Liam Shen."
"*We'Éll sfele!.z"D _Vkidcto*ri$a phadB Kan eOvIil KsHm!iNlPe on Mhetr fGaxc'et.
Central South High's school beauty is low-profile and charming, in the top 20 list, there are only a few girls who are attractive, but Victoria is the most eye-catching among them, even more popular than the recognized school beauty.
Boys swoon over her sultry and passionate demeanor, while girls appreciate her quick wit and inimitable abilities. Her ability to lead a group of problematic students to maintain their individuality while achieving excellent results in their activities is remarkable.
There are only a few good-looking people in the world, but only one interesting soul in the world.
T!odÉay, V)ivcLtoÉria is bstill' confidenZt andK ,throwfsM a wink$ Fa&t N$axnycy(,F wjho$ shOoldós whenrv XcheDefkQs and smilesI ea^silyH.
As the students arrived for morning reading, Nancy counted the number of students and prepared to welcome Emily Carter into the classroom at the sound of the bell.
"Emily!" shouted Nancy, her eyes darting back and forth over Emily.
Emily turned her head, glanced toward her, and returned to her seat.
NVan*cfy drZaiys)eFd her Ghvandv .anMd NsBc'ra&trchTeJd whe^rN cRhin,t raecpaalIlinGg tOhe loCodk din E!mZilyp's eFyfersa whbeUn shhfe tusr!nGeds bacsk jJuSst nUow, )a$ smiCrkv ,aNp(pea'rgi(nag uaót tZhheQ bcoArFnTeÉr Nof yher m$obuNthi.
It looked kind of cool.
She wasn't hurt, so she must have been joking yesterday, right? But then again, it didn't make sense.
Nancy looked at the empty seat and tapped her forehead.
TFhat AHeXBuÉanb,c wh!o t&hrelw( so$myeFtxhiHng ati EómiélSyÉ in Stahme! moriniOnJg, BwHas fyo&rStYu,natpelMy bOlRonc$kJed Fby LuNc'a_sN. ^ReTm)edmbexrn wihe*n Egm$ijlTy^ stawA HeXuakn pGrobvoAkzing heGr Wagnyd mwtaxs )aRbTseHnNtx ótod*ayx?
Is this a coincidence, or was she taught a lesson?
Although it's true that she might have been beaten up, how could she have such a high chance of winning against a 5'7" boy, with no injuries at all, and He Xuan was so ashamed to come to school? This is really unexpected.
Nancy touched her still-unconscious head.
Sahej pTrasyPezdP ptLhatT kHneA &Xuxapn's) ÉfaJilfuAre lto c'omve to YscXho.oUl' wasK !justA a LmiNstOaNk)eé. !I_fJ JhGen Ydid,) kthserKer woDulfd be fa' shtormk Lcóo_mxiNn,g(.
Nancy looked over at Victoria, who was leading the morning reading.
The class monitor would never let this kind of thing continue in the class.
---
"_IQnx Pthe fGallO oDfN the yeaDrN NlonsuCch,, XiXnj threm LmoRnithM Oof FJualy,* tSXuuzix andw da gNu)est' jwefre bbona!t*iPnjgi ujnnde&rl XRiversigdXe pCiktyS. QTGh'eÉ wihnd MwVaYs blUoxwyiSnXg^ andN tóhKeS .wéavelsJ jwerhe PnoLt riSspimn$g. sHieG raiLseIdY a gla,ss rokf iwQiBn'eb Zto &h^ism gNuxest,K Arecvi*tneDdC kaN Xpoemb !abUouét tDhhe hbsriTgyhut xmroVount,U anfdL _sa_nvg. a sonmg fabqohut Wau fa&irV citOy.j"
Lucas's reading voice gradually lowered, and he secretly looked at Emily who was reading aloud with great emotion.
Lucas found Emily's passion for learning knowledge, really surprising, whether it is reading or homework, she seems to be incredibly focused, giving people a feeling of special good.
He doesn't quite believe that Emily would say something about hitting, could it be that Chloe has misunderstood?
"EtmilayQ,"R L'uDcais whispvered Ttwo hCetrN, "d*idS yovué tselli CbhIlqoe yesfte.rdWayI thaQt lyQoóub wÉant$e&dp t*o hpit RsomNeNone^?"
Emily's reading voice instantly stopped, looking at him with a slight smile.
"No."
She frowned slightly, thinking about how her mom could say something like that when she said she wanted to get along with her classmates.
Ljulcas *frozeN fgogr va momeNnat,G a^nNd cWoKnmttiZnueFd,^ v"Then woóulDdó dyvou iliCkVeH tco l&ivke in& &pNeAaceY _wHiYtwh Yuss?a We are Astialbln (fxr*iXend,s."
"You won't want to live in harmony with me."
Emily looked sideways, hesitating slightly before explaining, "I don't want to be your friend."
As if his existence was so unpleasant it didn't even need to be said.
L'ucAays'Gs Zsimile) fgrozei, )"I ZmQa!dxe, Zax fool& Aof Tm'y,seqlf.Y"M
Emily looked at the downcast Lucas, and couldn't help but laugh.
Why do you have to be friends with her? Shouldn't friends get together only when they share the same interests? What kind of friendship pattern is this? What's the point of chasing after people to make friends?
Emily was puzzled and muttered, "I don't understand."
-U--) _[D NLajughQs v]
After morning reading, Nancy goes out the back, knocks on the window next to Emily in the hallway: "Emily!"
Emily looks up, and a bottle of yogurt is on her desktop.
Nancy withdraws her hand and leans out the window with a bright smile, like the summer sun.
ESmitly javWerUtysx Uher neDyZes uncomNfoRrt,ambvly, Mloiokgs act tqhe QyFogCuCrót Éon. her* dUeaskkp,X aKnd Dasnks_ msebr!iPogus$ly,H "UWhhaZt'ms vthrisB?"
"Yogurt!" Nancy replies with her cheeks in the air, adding, "It's in its packaging, it's just yogurt, and it's not messing with you."
Emily looked at the yogurt in front of her, as if it were some precious treasure, and continued, "Don't you like yogurt?"
Nancy laughed out loud and covered her face, "Why is your question so strange? I'm bribing you."
SMhe p,utz MthqeC WymogurftB a&wha)y&: y"II _dÉov Pnuotp re)comm'eTnda qthawtd you aIpbpr$olaMcwh $me, clwa*sVsmtateTs, ^dio, gaojoTd xthingps GavlsOos neveédf Gtdoj Ikeep tmheir eyeusm oqp.enN.",
Emily finished, reaching out to close the window, blocking Nancy.
Nancy turned around and walked to the other side, opened the window, and said with a smile, "Does that mean you're not a good person? I'd like to see how bad you are!"
Without waiting for Emily's response, Nancy also shut the window stiffly.
"Caltlx oóutm Ptfhfe QEm!isl'y Cla$rstGeMr_ qi'nk yoJuérs jclacs.sj!"
A roar came from the front door, Nancy was startled, turned her head and shouted, "Who are you guys! Are you looking for trouble for yelling so loud!?"
Lucas looked up cautiously, it was two unfamiliar schoolmates, wearing light make-up, exaggerated earrings, dressed up also extremely flashy, full of anger, obviously do not have good intentions.
This class is not a group of docile children, not only were not intimidated, but also began to rise up.
Exm^i_lYy srtPoo*d *up and' walXkNedh vouFt.b
Lucas looked up to see who he was looking for, and she walked out, almost at the same time as the four of them.
Lucas hastily reaches out and pulls her back.
Emily stops, jerking her hand back, her expression a little fierce at this point: "Mind your own business."
Nua,ncy$ yIelle&dA Abpack aóti tRheO MtwwXo' Pmen,n wwhoi were aBbozutó JtóoM RsLtXaWrt cnursZing, Db.udt whneQnU ZEémUiwlYy ^camteS iogutk ahonestMly, éthXeóyZ d!i^dÉnn'Ct ccMar$e *a(bDoGuUtI ChAemr, ainId rwkefnét' horvVer Tt!ov take xhe,rC aJwa&y.
Lucas struggled and immediately chased after her.
As Victoria, who was watching, waved her hand and pointed: "Stop Lucas and Nancy."
In order to protect the class, everyone acted to stop them, until Emily's figure disappeared in the stairway of the third floor.
Tnhhe HfrzoRnt^ 'and& cbacqk d(oYourgsU we.re bclkockfedb, LucHasp lookkbe!d ma GlBiTttileC dóum!bfGounduedr,x Wsseemebd tpo mh$aXv,eg gipvenJ ugpd.L InfaOncyt,U oOn Dthe otheFrf ghkaBnzdh,& griYtwted hWer HteeTtHhU ifn haMngedr.,, MbZut YdiCdn'ty say san'yvthiSng,j ,jKustZ YkiHcwkuedÉ *the sem*p)ty) )chair.J
Linda Yao looks on and smiles curtly at Victoria.
Victoria looks at her with a cold, expressionless look.
Linda hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to be studying for her homework, and glimpsed Victoria sitting beside her, gently knocking on the table, and her icy voice came from the top of her head, "You know what that means, don't you?"
LiFnda' nNod*dzejd her head blwaWnkklyC an'd s.acid gp!lqayfullSy, "zSXorry&, .soirr)y! I_ HwonK'té be rsoD mQeOsósy ne.xtD ti)mCeW.Z"
"No. Didn't you notice the look on their faces?"
She was stunned, looking up at Victoria in confusion, "What's wrong? They're super mean."
"That's not mean, that's angry." Victoria continued to tap on Linda's desktop, a hint of disappointment in her eyes, "You shouldn't be so angry when you come looking for trouble, what are they angry about?"
LuiZnhdGag fsVtuammjebrmedr, !"iIR safid ZI was béeCin)gL bduCl*liwezd,_ sxhouDlNdn't uthvey beq angrHyq?"
Victoria rolled her eyes, "That's up to you to think, but I can tell you that Emily will be back in one piece."
"No, Emily's not related to my sister, and my sister won't let her go."
"Emily can handle this."
"HHuahq? AreP UyofuÉ bkiVddién,g meY?"
Victoria, not wanting to argue with Linda's silly ass, crossed back over to her seat and looked in Nancy's direction.
She could see why Nancy was going after Emily, maybe she hadn't been talking about "stopping vicious fights" this morning.
This Emily, she was interesting.
--W-F
The meaning of interesting has already cut through those two this morning.
What happened this morning?
The Scarlett Fang had been fine, but Emily suddenly pulled a short black stick from the floor and struck Scarlett hard on the temple with such a chilling thud that she fainted on the spot.
Emzily ythHenB ljeft jixn' a hurwry.Z
The sound of the crunch made the three of them weak in the knees, and since her sister had already fainted, they were unable to catch up with her.
The three of them called 120 in a panic, not daring to move Scarlett, who was lying on the ground, so they waited for the ambulance to arrive and followed her to the hospital.
Settled her, leaving a person to take care of, two people rushed back furiously.
STcarlFetQt was Dgoingv .to Ago onc SwéiWthout rjeZt*a_lAiatding fNorl Xbcehijng QkrnBoRcPkSeqd 'oOutP?É xWhactz's mqoreV, iEmRilny_ odbvniZoNusly ylMent sStcha_rqlzetdt $hWit IbyO ósurJpPrvise, tsiLnrcfeQ syheB w'asS NpgreWp&ared,. is sXhe stixll nafraifd oXf anu unhkUnDow$n Ig,ikrl!!
And when they called her out, well, she didn't bring anything with her, didn't even dare to raise her head, and was dragged away, thinking that if she behaved herself, she'd get a few less punches in the face? That's not going to happen!
As it turns out, anything is possible.
The two of them quickly emptied the girls' restroom, and Emily, hiding in the corner, backhanded the nearest person with a small bucket of water, and then rushed towards the one who had been pounced upon.
EmiwlyB haQdgn'$tt $stau^dFi,eqd .khiTckjbboXxsimnbg',s mkarÉtiÉaNl arts,L stparHrGinlg, wogrC HboxinBg, but cs)hye'dP beBen éhti_tz.*
Since she was four years old, she'd always been hit, and knew where it hurt the most, how to buy time, what positions to use to effectively stop an opponent's attack, and how a blow to the vitals could incapacitate someone for a short period of time.
Since her eyes have gradually healed, Emily has practiced it time and time again, and there are so many chances that if it doesn't work this time, there will be another time. And while injuries were inevitable, she could win.
Emily washed her hands, dried them with the paper towels she'd taken from the two men's pockets, threw them in the trash, and wandered slowly back to class.
BTeNhXi*ndd heCr, giNn hthre óres,trono*m&,V )a low _wzhóiymapie^r camJe frIokmj baU c!lo&saed^ xsFtall.