Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Colin retorted the professor with a dark expression, "I'm entrusting her to you. Take good care of her. If she loses weight, you'll owe me ten thousand for every pound she loses." "Don't worry, I'll have Xavier take care of her. I guarantee she'll only gain weight and not lose any." The professor smirked with a mischievous grin.

I could only sigh and rub my temples.

How could the professor still be so childish? Now I understood why Xavier was tagging along. It seemed that he had gotten a personal recommendation from his father.

But would he really join us? Why wasn't I informed earlier? If I had known in advance, I would have refused this trip. I didn't want to have anything to do with him.

When it came to verbal sparring, how could Colin possibly be a match for the sly professor?

I could only signal to Colin with my eyes, urging him to go back and stop looking for trouble. The old man was just trying to provoke him.

"What? Xavier's going too? Why didn't I know about this?" Colin had always been avoiding Xavier, but upon hearing that the brat would be joining the trip without him, he became agitated and reached out to grab the professor. He wanted to get some answers.

Despite his age, the professor was surprisingly agile. He dodged Colin's grasp and jumped onto the bus, closing the door behind him as soon as he was on the bus.

Then, he opened a window and said, "You can't get me, brat! Let's go!"

banter between Colin and the professor, gradually

rose in my heart. My eyes became teary immediately.

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professor, a participant in this competition, and the senior of the seven students, I

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bus just now, there was only one seat left in the front row. Since I was feeling rushed, I just sat

messages helplessly, the person beside me snorted disdainfully. It was only then that I realized Winston was sitting next to me. He was one of

distance between us. Fortunately, we weren't sitting too close

messages I was reading were about him, which explained why he was

away. The school hired the minibus to save us from the trouble with transportation. It was a safe and