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?"

blood cells? Think malaria. That’s Plasmodium

in surprise. "You’re

Nnenna teased with a

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

wrapped up her explanation, the two girls settled into

world blur past the window. Her lips moved

drifted toward

had unknowingly broken her heart just a few weeks

so calm. So steady. One hand on the wheel, gaze fixed ahead, the corners of his mouth twitching

what hurt the

her first real love. The kind that snuck up quietly, like sunlight through curtains in the

up in small pieces, his laugh, the way he explained things patiently, the way he cared for

never looked at Ava

And he never would.

No, Somto wasn’t cruel at all. In fact, that was what made it worse, he was kind. Kind without even trying. He

shattered something

smiled, how well she studied, how much she laughed with

Not yet.

Not even close.

without warning. Quiet and frustrating. Because how do you mourn something that was never yours? How do you heal from a heartbreak that nobody even

remember the ache in her chest when she

Really look at her.

way his whole world seemed to still whenever

never compete with that, and she didn’t even want to. Because Nnenna was her best friend. One of

didn’t sting. That didn’t mean she hadn’t imagined, just once, what