Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Lena didn't think there'd be other ways around it at first. Then only after Hailey's reminder did she have an epiphany the plan could work. She smiled at Hailey.

"Hailey, how have I never realized how smart you are? This is a far better plan than before. If we can give him ourselves, he'll know we are the ones who prepared them. It'll help him in deciding."

After that, Lena flipped her long hair and said flirtatiously, "But let me get this out of the way first. If Bruno takes a liking to me, you can't try anything else. We agreed in the beginning that we wouldn't be envious of the other no matter who he likes."

Revolted by her confidence, Hailey rolled her eyes internally but smiled on the surface as she said, "Lena, don't worry. I'd never let another woman have the man I like, but you're different. You're my soul sister."

"Good to hear."

"When will we carry the plan out?"

"We have to find a good excuse. Otherwise, if that fat b*tch refuses to invite Bruno, all our preparations will be in vain."

"You're right. Are there any major celebratory days lately?"

Something suddenly came to Hailey's mind, like a flash of lightning. "Lena, isn't your birthday coming up soon?"

Unable to register Hailey's suggestion for a second, Lena echoed, "My birthday?"

"Yes, isn't your birthday on the fifth of next month? How can you forget your own birthday?"

Lena looked at Hailey with much appreciation. Then, her gaze flitted downwards. She said, "I'd have really forgotten all about it if not for you. Thank you for remembering my birthday."

"C'mon, we're best friends." Hailey hugged Lena and added, "Then well wait for your birthday to ask him out, okay?"

"Yeah, and we can get him to celebrate my birthday as well. Oh, it'll be even better if I can get a picture with him."

Lena began daydreaming hopefully.

Mashauva ran several laps around the field, sweating buckets, but she didn't feel like herself for some reason that day. As she ran, a pervasive discomfort bugged her; she was unable to breathe properly. No, she had to persevere.

Mashauva gritted her teeth and increased her pace.

She just needed to run one more lap. After that, she could eat and rest.

Just a little bit further.

Every time she was on the verge of giving up, she'd use the chant to keep herself going. Just a little bit further, just a few more steps, and she'd reach her goal.

did so like any other

sense of hearing. Her vision went

Thump!

on the

who were playing basketball on the school field

that chubby girl

it out. We play here every day while she runs. She looks much skinnier now than when she first started, doesn't she? If everyone had her sense of perseverance, the

you think she's actually trying to lose weight or get our attention? Could it be that there's someone she likes

"Haha!"

to laugh

still laughing when someone shouted

"What's going on?"

as she gritted her teeth a while ago was now

she was fair and beautiful, in addition to her perseverance,

the basketball

"What happened?"

blood sugar might have dipped

also a sweltering day today. Let's take her

up. As he carried her

an emergency here, and

just a case of low blood sugar? She'll

The infirmary.

a group of boys rushing in,

we were playing basketball, this girl

me

well. Her face was ghostly pale, and cold sweat beaded

them, "She probably had a heatstroke and low blood sugar. Please leave for now. Don't crowd around her; give her some air." The group

her here and go

Smack!

received a smack from his friend. "Have you left your brain in

all the trouble of saving her, we should stick around and introduce ourselves when she

"What for?"

this is why you were never

a girlfriend.