Chapter 341 - 347 Love on Track (4)
Unknowingly, she arrived outside the dormitory.
The door was unlocked.
Her books and bag were in the classroom, and she actually forgot to bring the key.
Unsure who was inside the dorm, she hesitated to enter, and then came Wren King’s sharp voice from inside, "Are you doing it on purpose?"
Mia Ginger’s hand, pressed against the door, pulled back again.
She heard Blair Chester’s usual calm and indifferent tone asking, "What do you mean?"
"Did you not know I was drunk?" Wren King’s voice carried a sob, "You left so early, leaving me completely drunk there, being... by them... Are you doing it on purpose, huh, are you doing it on purpose?"
"Can you think before you speak?" Blair Chester seemed a bit annoyed, "I also drank quite a bit and was helped out by someone else. Besides, didn’t you say before that Director King was very charming? I saw you constantly drinking with him and thought you were interested in him."
"I’m interested in him?!" Wren King sneered coldly, her voice full of sorrow and anger, "He’s already forty-five! I’m interested in him! Saying he’s charming is just for show, can’t you tell?"
"I didn’t think so much." Blair Chester paused slightly, "I thought you intended to climb up the ranks."
"..."
Mia Ginger listened to a few sentences and only felt dizzy and disoriented.
She turned around and walked downstairs again.
For the first time, she discovered the school was so small, without a place for her to fit in.
Koa Jackson, Louis Cox, Mason Sutton, Dallas Taylor...
And Windsor Myres and Camden River, Blair Chester and Wren King, as well as Marianne Jackson.
It seemed like she interacted with many people today, saw many faces, heard many voices, and discovered several secrets.
Most of those faces were angry, most of those voices were distorted.
She never felt so tired.
It felt like she was going to explode.
Didn’t want to go to the classroom, couldn’t go to the dormitory, she didn’t have the desire to call anyone to complain, and besides, there wasn’t anyone she could talk to.
Mia Ginger lowered her head and walked aimlessly.
When she looked up again, she realized she had reached the military training field.
The field was vast, with boys playing basketball and a few people jogging, strolling, or standing idly chatting.
No obligations.
This was just an ordinary afternoon, the sunset’s glow spread across the field, some were sweating heavily, while others, wishing to cry but having no tears.
She pressed one hand against her chest, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the grandstand steps.
Climbed up the steps.
Sitting on the top tier of the steps.
Looking over the entire field.
Suddenly, she thought of Dallas Taylor.
He stood up, patted his pants, looked ahead, and said in his casual tone, "Nothing’s a big deal, think over many things a few times, and they’re just like that. You, little ginger, are still too tender."
Is it because of age?
Do people who are older have bigger hearts, feeling indifferent about many things?
Is Brother Jackson like this too?
Mia Ginger thought she could figure it all out, but in reality, she couldn’t.
She wanted to give up Koa Jackson again.
Just like last time, wanting to give up on him, stay away from him, never meet again, slowly forget him.
But just thinking like this, she began to cry.
This time was different from last time.
She had been with him, intimately held, close together,
Is it because she had once had him that giving up now seems even more difficult?