Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 874: Roleplay

"Get dressed. Chop chop!" The woman tapped Jonathan's shoulder three times before happily skipping away.

Jonathan opened his mouth, but the woman was already assisting others before he could say a word.

"..." He gazed down at the pair of uniforms in clear plastic. 'This is nonsense. I don't want to stay in a place where Penelope Bennet is around.'

This wasn't the right time for that. One more thing-Dean Pierson was here. Jonathan came here for a reason, and he didn't want to linger around since he already got what he wanted. With that thought in mind, he squeezed through the crowd to pick up something from his table.

When he got what he needed, he navigated his way to the exit. However, as he approached the exit of the gymnasium, three guys blocked his path.

"Hey, transferee, where are you going?" one of them asked, studying him and deciding he was a transferee just because they didn't recognize him.

Jonathan smiled amicably. "I'm sorry, but I'm-"

"It's okay, let's go," one of the men said, holding Jonathan's shoulder and turning him around, pushing him along with the other guys. "Come along. Otherwise, the president will be disappointed."

"Come on, come on."

Jonathan opened and closed his mouth, but to no avail. All he could do was get pushed to the men's restroom to change.

***

At the same time...

"No." Atlas shook his head. "I don't want to..."

Atlas's voice faded into the background as the basketball team, who were wearing their jerseys instead of their uniforms, carried Atlas as if he were about to be sacrificed. Atlas's entire body froze, staring at the high ceiling of the gymnasium, feeling the rough hands holding him up.

was blank, as if he couldn't wrap his head around it all. But then, he felt

that's no one," Hugo, who somehow had the time to change into his usual clothes from twelve years ago, laughed. He was still wearing the butterfly wings, as if he had grown

Hugo's shirt

worry. If you want the real sweat, I can run a lap

If the water prop disappoints you, then we can play one

think we should get him a jersey since he played

stopped as someone stood in front of them. Atlas's forehead wrinkled, wondering why they suddenly stopped. When he

Max huffed and snapped his eyes at everyone. "Hah! What a bunch of fools! Why are you even wearing that jersey..." he trailed off, his face crumpling bitterly as he clenched his teeth to finish his sentence. "... I, alone, could

Hugo blurted out, only to flinch when Max

What are you on about now, huh? Looking

win just by yourself!" "That's enough," the captain intervened, but the team kept expressing their

Max. Although it was initially just a "role-play," they all immediately got into character

Atlas remarked, but his voice faded into the background quickly. "This role-playing would be perfect... if not for the fact that you guys are still

even Hugo-argued with Max while holding Atlas up as if he were some sort of main dish to be served. Atlas,

holding me up like this, then that's basically avoiding all

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to Slater when he saw the latter standing in the corner. He was all smiles, but when he reached

in his uniform, but he kept Penny's shirt over it. He was still wearing the headband, but one could

sighed, snapping his eyes up at everyone, who were busy

"Huh?"

James with disappointment. "I'm acting like someone who has no self-confidence, someone who is a victim of

"Oh."

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you're only here because

"Huh?"

T.n