Patrick nced at Randall and started nagging him out of habit. "Sit up straight."


    Randall, who had justin down, sat up again and put on his slippers. "Dad, Patrick, I''m going back to my room to sleep."


    Vincent looked at Randall and said with a smile, "Time flies, how is Randall already 21?"


    Randall returned to his room and saw Cindy, Vera, and Susaning out of their rooms. "Cindy, Vera, Susan, I''m going to sleep. Good night."


    Back in his room, as he was getting ready to shower and sleep, Randall noticed two simrly sized boxes on his bed.


    Curious, Randall walked over and picked up one of the dark blue boxes. Inside was a custom-made Bluetooth headset, something he really needed. Molly, who had stayed with him, knew exactly what he wanted. A small card was under the headset.


    "Happy birthday, Randall. After 16 years, I''m celebrating your birthday again as Molly, so here''s another gift for you."


    Randall smiled as he read it.


    He nced at the other ck box. He didn''t need to guess who it was from.


    Molly and Vera loved to tease him during the day and then secretly prepare surprises for him at night. He wondered when they had sneaked the gifts in.


    When he opened the outer box, he saw the gift inside and eximed, "Vera has good taste."


    He took out a pair of matte ck sunsses and put them on. The sunsses matched the color of his new car and the headset Mia had given him. Vera''s card was under the sunsses. "Happy birthday, Randall."


    The next day, Randall ced his sunsses in the glovepartment of the car.


    He popped the convertible top of his car open. Cindy teased Randall, "If a bird flies over and poops in your car, you''ll cry."


    Vera stood in the Olteran family''s yard, holding her belly andughing uncontrobly.


    Veraughed. "Cindy, I''m really afraid I''ll go into earlybor fromughing too much." Cindyughed too. "Alright, Vera, stopughing. Randall and Susan need to go to school." Randall snapped his fingers at Susan. "Susan, get in the car."


    Susan jogged to the passenger seat. "Randall, I''m ready."


    "Okay, let''s go."


    Randall had just gotten a new car. It was a shy McLaren supercar, which made everyone at school jealous.


    But what was even more surprising was that Susan, who Patrick had picked up a few days ago, was now sitting in Randall''s passenger seat on the way to school.


    What was the rtionship between her and Randall?


    Randall''s parking spot was exclusive; nobody dared to park around him.


    Randall remarked, "Susan, wait for me at my ssroom after school. I''ll help you move the rest of your stuff this afternoon."


    "Okay, Randall, I''m off."


    Randall waved at her and happily went to ss with the headset Molly had bought him.


    When Molly saw the headset on Randall''s ears, she propped her face with one hand. "I never thought you were handsome, but you look good with that headset. You''re even more handsome than Patrick and Sebastian." Randall retorted, "Your birthday gift added to my charm, probably."


    "Take out the ''probably'' and say it again," demanded Molly.


    Molly and Randall sat in the back row. Molly inquired, "Has Susan gotten used to staying at our ce?"


    "I didn''t ask."


    Molly asked, "Did you help Susan tidy up her room yesterday?"


    "No."


    Molly looked at Randall. "Randall, no matter how hard Vera and I try, you''ll still end up having to go on blind dates."


    Randall retorted, "Find a boyfriend first before you lecture me."


    Soon, the professor entered the ssroom with a book, and Molly and Randall stopped bickering.


    During Randall''sst ss in the afternoon, he frequently replied to messages on his phone, which was unusual since he usually kept his phone face down on the desk during ss.


    "Randall, what are you doing?" Molly asked.


    Randall replied, "Susan doesn''t have ss, so I told her toe see me. We''re going to move her stuff from her dorm. But she got lost on the way here and doesn''t know where Building 13 is, so I''m giving her directions." As he replied, heined, "It''s so dumb, it''s been three weeks since school started, and she still can''t tell which building is which."


    Susan sent Randall a picture and asked: [Randall, is this the brick-red building?]


    Randall replied: [That''s Building 11.]


    Molly propped her head on her hand, watching Randall, who was busy texting.


    Soon, Susan sent him another message: [Randall, this one says 13 on it. Is it the one?]


    Randall replied: [That''s a dorm, keep going.]


    Finally, after ten minutes, Susan sessfully found Randall and Molly''s ssroom.


    The ss had just ended, and she stood at the door, tilting her head to look for Randall.


    The ssroom was full, so she couldn''t find Randall.


    Randall and Molly, who were sitting in the back row, saw Susan peeking in. Molly asked, "What is she doing?"


    Randall saw Susan looking around. "She''s looking for us but she can''t find us. She''s about to take out her phone to ask if she''s in the wrong ssroom again."


    Sure enough, Randall received a message: [Randall, I''m at Room 508 in Building 13, but I can''t see you. Did I get the wrong room again?]


    Molly''s smile grew more meaningful.


    Randall picked up his phone helplessly and walked down the steps to the ssroom door. "Susan, you''re so dumb."


    Susan replied, "I didn''t get the wrong room; I just didn''t see you earlier."


    Randall told her, "There''s a café downstairs. Go have a coffee and wait for me. I have one more ss, and I''lle get you afterward."


    Susan obediently agreed, and Randall couldn''t help but remind her, "Don''t wander off."


    Susan nodded. "Okay, Randall, I won''t wander off."


    She knew she had a poor sense of direction and didn''t want to get lost and have to keep asking Randall for help.


    Randall returned to his seat in the ssroom.


    Molly teased, "Why didn''t Susane in?"