NovelEnglishShe clicked her tongue and added, "Honestly, I'm not worried about you. It's Brianna who needs to be careful. If she messes up..." She couldn't even finish the thought-it was too grim.
Crossing Flora never ended well for anyone.
Flora chuckled and took a sip of her drink.
Cynthia looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. "Flora, I'm thirsty too." Eilies blinked, too." Flora walked over, picked up their cups, and filled Cynthia's first, handing it to her on the bed. Then she poured one for Eilies.
After they finished, she put their cups back on the table.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen, she climbed onto her bed and popped in her earphones, listening to music.
After their nap, Eilies grabbed a book and headed to the library, while Cynthia stood in front of the mirror, trying on different outfits.
"Are we going out later?" Flora asked, noticing Cynthia's excited, slightly flushed face.
"Yes, yes. Flora, helpdecide which outfit looks better." "The one on your left, it suits your vibe more." "But I like the one on the right." Flora observed Cynthia's indecisive expression, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?" She thought about it. Cynthia was cute and likable, and there were quite a few guys in their department chasing her, but Cynthia didn't seem particularly interested in anyone. "Uh... not exactly a boyfriend... we're still getting to know each other." Cynthia's cheeks turned a rosy red.
Flora couldn't shake off the feeling of a lamb being led astray.
She coolly advised, "Cback early tonight, don't stay out too late." Cynthia's face turned even redder, and she huffed, "I have classes tonight! How can I stay out! What are you thinking, Flora?" Just then, a message popped up from Ivan, saying he was downstairs.
Flora grabbed her backpack and left, not without giving Cynthia's cheek a playful pinch on her way out.
Ivan was waiting by his motorcycle near the dormitory. He took Flora's backpack as she approached and handed her a silver helmet.
Once Flora was seated, he started the engine.
When Ivan and Flora arrived at the classroom, the teacher hadn't shown up yet.
"Ivan, over here!" Brianna waved at him, having saved two seats next to her. But she quickly tossed her backpack on one of the seats, clearly not wanting Flora to sit there.
Flora didn't react much and simply took a seat in the back row, enjoying the peace and quiet.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Check out this new problem I found; I can't figure it out. What do you think?" Brianna, acting as if nothing was amiss, started discussing the problem with Ivan.
Ivan frowned, unable to resist glancing back at Flora.
He thought it was too harsh to treat a girl like that.
Flora was unlike most girls; anyone else would have been devastated by e such ostracism. About ten minutes later, the teacher arrived.
The teacher, in his forties with glasses and only a few hairs left on his head, was the most outstanding mentor in the Computer Science in department. His students were among the elite in the IT industry.
Placing a stack of papers on the podium, his gaze swept across the room, finally resting on Flora.
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