They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 495: Moving On

Chapter 495: Moving On

Chapter 495: Moving On

Nnenna, who was already academically ahead by at least a year and a half, spoke clearly, with confident ease.

"So, if you want to identify parasites quickly during practicals or diagrams," Nnenna began, "you need to remember their signature patterns."

"Like what?" Ava asked, scribbling in her jotter.

"Okay," Nnenna counted off on her fingers, "tapeworms are flat and ribbon like. They almost always have segments, like tiny boxes strung together. If you see something that looks like a flattened centipede in a diagram? That is a tapeworm."

Ava nodded quickly.

"And flukes," Nnenna continued, "they are leaf shaped. Most of them are hermaphroditic and have suckers near the mouth area. Their shape is key, once you spot the oval or leaf form, flukes should come to mind."

"Ugh. Gross, but okay," Ava said, making a face but jotting it down anyway.

"Oh! And nematodes, roundworms, are unsegmented and smooth, usually with tapered ends. They look like thin spaghetti noodles, if that helps."

Ava burst into a giggle. "Spaghetti. Great. Now I’ll never look at pasta the same."

Somto smirked but did not say anything, his heart warmed by the energy in the car. The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on Nnenna’s profile as she explained one concept after another with such ease, such light.

This was a side of her many didn’t see, soft, brilliant, willing to share what she knew without ego.

"And amoeba?" Ava asked.

"Ah, those little guys!" Nnenna grinned. "They’re shapeless, like blobs. Always changing form. If you see something with no fixed shape, just one nucleus, and moving with those arm like extensions? That’s pseudopodia, it’s an amoeba."

"What about plasmodium?"

forms inside red blood cells? Think malaria. That’s Plasmodium falciparum. Usually in a

"You’re like a

try," Nnenna teased with

the rearview mirror. The morning hadn’t even started properly, but already, he knew this was going to be one of

the two girls settled into

the seat, watching the world blur past the window. Her lips

her eyes drifted toward Somto

who had unknowingly broken her

ahead, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly whenever Nnenna said something funny.

what hurt

hadn’t been just a silly crush for her. Somto had been her first real love. The kind that snuck up quietly,

way he explained things patiently, the way

looked at

And he never would.

all. In fact, that was what made it worse, he was kind. Kind without

shattered

how well she studied, how much she laughed with the others... the truth was, she wasn’t

Not yet.

Not even close.

Quiet and frustrating. Because how do you mourn something that was never yours? How do you

remember the ache in her chest

Really look at her.

whole world seemed to still

she didn’t even want to. Because Nnenna was her best friend. One

it didn’t sting. That didn’t mean she hadn’t imagined, just once, what it would feel like to