Chapter: 113


    After Teresa left the vi, Debbie went back to the Living room and threw herself on the couch. She


    needed to go to the university soon.


    There was no way she was going to risk missing Carlos’ ss in the afternoon. How she wished she


    could just y truant like she had done before! She was both physically and mentally exhausted


    because of him.


    “I assumed time was money for the likes of Carlos. I’ve heard that he makes around hundreds of


    millions of dors in just one minute. I wonder why he chose to waste time on our school. I really don’t


    understand it, ‘ Debbie thought to herself.


    In the afternoon, Debbie went to a Haagen-Dazs shop and bought two scoops of ice cream. With her


    books in one hand and the ice cream in the other, she made her way to the ssroom. It was Carlos’


    ss, and she didn’t dare to cut it. Otherwise, the man woulde up with a plethora of ways to


    punish her.


    Lost in various fancies and conjectures, she walked slowly across the maple grove of the university, not


    realizing that the bell for her ss had already rung.


    Between her and the building where she was supposed to attend her ss, was a massive yground.


    She decided to walk across the yground to avoid taking an indirect route.


    Suddenly, her phone beeped in her pocket. She got hold of the ice cream cup with her mouth, and took


    out her phone to read the WeChat message sent by Jared.


    “Tomboy, where are you? You’re already three minuteste for Carlos’s ss!! how anxious he was.


    The number of exmation marks indicatedMaterial ? N?velDrama.Org.


    It was not until then that she realized she waste for ss. She put her phone back in her pocket,


    grabbed her ice cream and was about to run towards the ssroom. However, on second thought, she


    was alreadyte. Three minuteste or ten minutes would make very Little difference.


    She held the ice cream cup between her teeth again, and replied to


    Jared’s WeChat message.


    “I’m on my way to the ssroom. I’ll be right there.”


    She clicked the “send” button.


    “Debbie, does that ice cream taste good?” The familiar voice was so cold that Debbie almost choked


    on her ice cream.


    “Is this man a ghost? Why is he everywhere? I thought he was in the ssroom. Why is he here? On


    the yground?” Debbie bit her Lower lip in frustration.


    She put her phone back, took the ice cream and raised her head. To her surprise, not only was Carlos


    standing there, but all her ssmates were standing in perfect order in the middle of the yground.


    Since when did this ss get switched to military training ss?


    “The ice cream tastes good, huh?” Carlos repeated.


    Confused, Debbie just nodded without saying a word. ‘Of course it tastes good. It cost me 80 dors*!’


    she thought to herself.


    (TN: In this novel, a scoop of Haagen-Dazs ice cream costs 40 dors.)


    The students snickered at Debbie’s response and wondered since when she had be so silly.


    Poker-faced, Carlos pointed to a ce under a big tree and said, “Go there and finish your ice cream.”


    Inpliance with his order, Debbie walked towards the tree and began to enjoy her ice cream in the


    shade. From a close distance, she observed Carlos who was helping her ssmates adjust their


    standing postures.


    He was showing them the standard military posture. From where Debbie was standing, he looked like a


    natural. So much that Debbie wondered whether he had served in the army before.