Chapter 59 The Great Artist They Were Talking About Was Her Mother!

When Zelena glanced over, she noticed Violeta walking alongside Kaylee..

Zelena’s eyes fell on Violeta, and a hint of resentment flashed in her gaze.

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Every afternoon after their final class, Violeta would accompany Kaylee to the cafeteria for dinner before heading home.

As they exited the cafeteria, they would pass by the small court on the west side, where Nolan would always be playing basketball. At a seemingly casual moment, Nolan would pause to take a drink and glance towards the two figures in the distance.

The west court was the route they had to take to return to their dormitories after leaving the cafeteria.

Zelena turned to look at Nolan and noticed that his gaze was still fixed in that direction. A sense of dissatisfaction welled up in her heart, and she called out, “Nolan!”

Nolan shifted his gaze away and looked at her. “Is there something else you need?”

Zelena clenched her teeth..

When Nolan looked at Violeta just now, his gaze was softer, but when he looked at her, it was filled with unfamiliarity and indifference.

What was happening?v

Why did that woman always seem to obstruct her?

Zelena was furious inside, but she couldn’t show it on her face to Nolan.

However, there was no point in staying any longer.

“Well then, I’ll leave now, Nolan.”

“Okay.”

Nolan put down his water and continued playing on the court without looking back.

Zelena stood in place, watching Nolan’s retreating figure, and quietly clenched her fists under her sleeves.

At this moment, a ball suddenly flew out of the court and headed straight towards Violeta with incredible speed.

Kaylee happened to be tying her shoelaces as Violeta stood waiting beside her. The ball came at them from the side at lightning speed.

“Watch out!”

Violeta heard the sound of the wind and instinctively turned her head slightly. The basketball grazed her ear and flew past, causing her hair to flutter.

When Zelena saw this, she thought fiercely in her heart. ‘Why didn’t it hit her? She’s so lucky!

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Chapter 59 The Great Artist They Were Talking About Was Her Mother!

the ground. After that, Violeta kicked it with her toe, sending it

you throw the ball

voices of the boys on the court sounded apologetic and playful. So, Violeta turned around with the

in her

on the court and looked at her

shouted towards the court. “Phew,

I’m so sorry!”

on her lips. “You want the ball, right?

and kicked it with three times the force as before!

when he felt the force of the basketball flying towards him,

“Bang

the hoop with precision, leaving everyone

her hands. “Be more careful next time. guys. Otherwise, your head might become the hoop!”

“Kay, let’s go.”

“Okay!”

on the field watched in astonishment as the two of

kicked it so

Violeta’s

she’s from your

“Yes.”

I remember now. Are they the two incredibly talented

spread widely

not seen Violeta play, but they had heard rumors about her. So, they were particularly

there, feeling completely ignored.

and watched as the men discussed Violeta.

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Were Talking About Was

Why?

campus beauty list, so why was Violeta

ignoring her; it was this

wouldn’t let Violeta get away with it!

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rehearsal came to an end.

the league were also

doubles or singles, Violeta’s skills

cheerleaders discussing among themselves as she was getting ready to leave and change in the locker

to a performance at the Millennium Grand Theater after the

difficult to get tickets, do you think she can get so many? I heard

who can help us get tickets. Oh my, it’s truly a sign of the times. I remember the first time I saw Irene’s performance when I was very young. My grandmother is

as an artist from the older generation, had remarkable achievements in

discussion among the group became animated.

up her jacket, as she caught onto

Her mom’s performance?

talking about was her

spent every day with her, Violeta felt a sense of pride welling up inside her as she heard the

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