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Lysander stood up and said. “I’ll go and handle the hospitalization procedures. By the way, your classmate will inform your homeroom teacher of the situation here. Your family will come to keep you company once they’re notified.”

Joseph abruptly sat up, his legs instinctively touching the ground. “Then, will you be coming again, Ms.

Thome?”

Lysander shook her head. “Probably not.”

Without a backward glance, she walked away. After completing the necessary procedures, she exited through the doors of the registration hall on the first floor.

As soon as she stepped out, she saw Josiah waiting there in a fit

Lysander continued walking straight ahead while Josiah straightened up and asked, “Is that brat any better?”

Lysander halted in her tracks. “There’s no way he would heal that quickly when his wounds have just been bandaged.”

At her detached demeanor and silence on the subject, Josiah said, “I truly didn’t do it on purpose.”

Lysander nodded. “I understand. It’s normal to have some bumps and bruises on the court. What I don’t quite get is this. You’re over a decade older than him, so why were you so serious with a kid? He’s at an age where he’s full of energy, but you’re-

Josiah’s gaze shot up. “You think I’m old?”

“No. What I meant is that you’re already a mature man. Besides, you’ve always been very cautious and prudent in your actions. Why did you suddenly join the basketball competition today and even…”

Lysander trailed off as a possibility suddenly occurred to her.

It couldn’t have been intentional on his part, right?

Following that thought, she found her emotions rather complex.

Even though Josiah claimed he was satisfied with maintaining the status quo, everything that transpired in the past few days made it clear that he was far from content with things remaining as they were.

Admittedly, Lysander was somewhat slow in that regard. However, she wasn’t so oblivious as to be entirely. clueless about everything.

But precisely because of that, she felt incredibly agitated.

“Lysander, do you think I was purposely targeting him?”

Lysander turned her face away/“No.”

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Lysander was at a loss for words. “You’re already in your thirties. Don’t you think this is childish?”

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students these days are not like us back then. They understand everything. He might have

man himself, he understood all too

recalling her high school days, where the most heinous individuals were

quite understand. “He wants to use me? But I wouldn’t

a look of frustration, Josiah said, “I’m starting to sympathize with

Lysander said nothing.

of frustration and hesitation evident in his voice. “Wait a moment. I’lI

“What is it?”

wait a moment.”

seemingly went to his WhatsApp

a picture sent

and snickered, then handed his phone to

phone dubiously. On the screen, Josiah had already maximized the picture. It featured a

great figure. Her shirt is almost bursting at

then look

see the resemblance, but I’m not wearing black stockings. Nor am

at the words above.”

understand it.” Lysander looked up and asked Josiah, “You even know

somewhat peculiar. “I only know a few words.”

is

“A couple.”

no, idiot, and

“Those

be censored in

vander was struck

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the first time, she seemingly understood things in a

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her feelings when she again looked at

a string of foreign language characters, but though she couldn’t understand them, certain words. bore a resemblance to

female teacher, senior, and male

Buck!

phone vibrated once more in her hand.

handed the phone back to Josiah. “You’ve got a message.”

didn’t take it. “Tap on

picture and returned to WhatsApp’s interface, only to see a newly sent video in the

was identical to the picture above.

feeling welled within

Josiah had reached out. He first turned the volume down to its lowest

the next second, Lysander almost threw his phone away.

phone back to him and barked lowly,

the minds