Chapter 99: You're Celebrating Too Soon
Sam's heart was completely broken!
Goddess, I write you love letters almost every month, and confess my feelings to you in person every other day. Most importantly—I've been your classmate for four years!
And you don't recognize me?
Even if I'm the class's notorious joke right next to you, you should at least find me familiar, right?
Goddess, you've hurt me so deeply!
If you keep this up, you'll lose this baby!
Simp, simp, indeed simping to the very end leaves you with nothing. I, Sam, would rather starve to death, die outside, jump off the Statue of Liberty, than ever simp for you, Mikayla, again!
"Uh, you really don't recognize him?" After walking past the distraught Sam and getting some distance, Mo Fei asked curiously.
Because even he, a stranger who bought glasses from Sam, still remembered Sam's face, so how could Mikayla not remember?
"I have face blindness; I can barely recognize anyone, so how could I remember him? I don't even know if my own boyfriend is handsome or not." Mikayla said with a giggle, "I just fell in love with his inner qualities."
Mo Fei: "..."
Mikayla's shamelessness, truly worthy of being my, Mo Fei's, girlfriend. Birds of a feather flock together.
After Mo Fei and Mikayla left, a boy with a large mole on his face and curly hair approached Sam and Dave, with a somewhat shy smile: "Sam, Dave, you're here too."
The newcomer was also one of Sam's good buddies, Spencer.
Sam, Dave, and Spencer were a small circle, all outcasts in school, the kind of useless losers who were often bullied, so they could only huddle together for warmth.
Dave warmly responded to Spencer's greeting, but Sam remained stiff, showing no reaction at all.
"Sam just tried to confess to Mikayla again, but it was over before it even began." Dave shook his head.
"So that's what happened!" Spencer nodded in sudden understanding.
"Enough about Sam, what about you? Weren't you planning to write a love letter to Bethany?" Dave asked.
Bethany was one of the City Academy of Sciences's campus beauties, comparable to Mikayla, and also Spencer's dream girl.
"The love letter is written, but I don't dare to give it to her," Spencer said shyly.
"If you love someone, you should say it out loud!" Dave patted Spencer's shoulder: "What if she likes you too?"
"What about you then? You like the math teacher, have you confessed to her?"
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Dave looked around in a panic, denying it three times.
"You didn't? The other day when you weren't in the classroom, Thompson and them rummaged through your bag and found a love letter, then read it aloud in front of the whole class. They even started a betting pool on whether you could successfully confess." Spencer shrugged, "But not many bet on you succeeding."
Dave: "..."
No wonder the students in my class have been looking at me strangely all these years!
Especially the girls... they looked at me like I was a pervert.
"Hey! Look, Bethany's here!" Dave quickly changed the subject.
And Spencer's attention was indeed diverted by Dave's words.
Like Mikayla, Bethany was indeed a very beautiful girl, not the kind of alluring girl, but one who was eye-catching in her purity, like a delicate water lily shyly resisting the cool breeze, clear as crystal, with a youthful and sweet appearance, and a petite and lovely figure—the loli type of girl Mo Fei liked.
Mo Fei and Mikayla were chatting and laughing when Bethany walked over with elegant steps and smiled: "Mikayla, long time no see, you've become even more beautiful, haven't you?"
"Oh, no, no!" Mikayla tossed her hair and smiled: "You're still prettier, I can't compare to how popular you are."
Mikayla was telling the truth, because she was too aloof to those boys, giving out too many 'nice guy' cards and giving no one a chance. In comparison, Bethany, who was willing to give others a chance, was much more popular.
Bethany smiled, her gaze shifting to Mo Fei, and asked curiously: "This must be your boyfriend, right?"
"Hello, I'm Bethany, Mikayla's good friend!" Bethany generously extended her hand to Mo Fei and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Then you're celebrating too soon!" Mo Fei said faintly.
Bethany: "???"
This person… could he be a lunatic?
"Haha, just kidding." Mo Fei suddenly smiled: "I didn't offend you, did I?"
"No, no." Bethany forced a smile.
She had initially thought he looked somewhat attractive and wanted to try to poach Mikayla's boyfriend, but she didn't expect this person to have a problem with his brain. Forget it, let Mikayla enjoy this lunatic herself!
Mo Fei glanced at the car next to Bethany. It was a nice car, a BMW.
Visually, the exterior body color was pleasing to the eye, and the dual headlights were made of high-grade Korean imported silicone material.
However, the interior cleanliness was poor, the dual exhaust pipes were blackened, the frame could withstand rollovers, side impacts, and rear-end collisions, the engine was in peak condition, but the cylinder pistons showed signs of gas reflux.
Preheating for ten minutes to drain oil, the fuel injection effect was not obvious, which was related to the loose cylinder pistons. Improper driving could easily lead to engine failure and damage.
Although it was unknown if it had ever been registered under a private individual's name, it had been driven by multiple people.
It was not suitable for novices and low-income individuals; experienced drivers and high-income earners could consider it carefully.
Identification complete.
Lu Xun said, I... Lu Xun: What, who, what happened... I didn't!
Alright, then it must have been Avril who said: "I have tattoos, drink, smoke, and swear... but I know I'm a good girl. Real sluts like to pretend to be innocent, pure, shy, and wear pink clothes. Men are superficial, they only look at the surface. So, they can only miss out on good girls and then be deceived by sluts until they're in agony. Only women can tell who the hell is a real slut."
Everyone must be familiar with Avril, the internationally renowned character appraiser and the only Canadian teenage beauty holding an internationally recognized slut-identification license.
"Are you good friends with her?" Mo Fei looked at the departing Bethany, then turned to Mikayla and asked.
Mo Fei had never been to the U.S. in his previous life and had not personally experienced their real high school life, but with the advent of the internet age, was there still a lack of channels to understand U.S. people? Besides, Mo Fei had at least watched a few TV shows like "Mean Girls" and "Gossip Girl," so he had some understanding of their chaotic relationships.
If this Bethany was really Mikayla's good friend, then Mo Fei would have to advise her to stay away from Bethany. This was definitely not a girl whose inner self was as pure and unpretentious as her outer appearance suggested.
Mikayla could easily be led astray!
"Uncle, you really have no discernment!" Mikayla rolled her eyes at Mo Fei: "Didn't you see she wanted to scratch my face off?"
Mo Fei: "..."
Apologies, your acting is too profound; I really didn't notice.
"Before, she liked a campus heartthrob. She chased him, but he ignored her. Then that boy came to chase me and confessed to me publicly. Of course, I refused, but she hated me ever since. She probably felt I made her lose face!"