Victor frowned a little, “Look at what?”


    “Read the book.”


    Izabe was caught in the bag, her face immediately reddened, nced at Victor, embarrassed, all tense, deeply afraid that Victor will continue to say something.


    Although she had only spent twonguage sses at the new school, Izabe had already guessed that the boy beside her was not to be messed with from the discussions that took ce between sses.


    Izabe doesn’t like to mess with ssmates like Victor, Jason alone she’s had to deal with before.


    Her tablemate, Victor, seems much more difficult to get along with than Jason.


    Izabe grew up in such a hot and watery environment, and learned a long time ago that other people’s business has nothing to do with them.


    Victor looked at Izabe’s reddened cheeks, snorted lightly, swept a nce at thenguage book spread out in her hands, and did not say another word.


    Whether he believed Izabe’s story or not, probably only Victor himself knows in his heart.


    The new ss was much friendlier than Izabe had expected. The woman sitting in front of her offered to take her to dinner on her first day of school.


    Izabe is a slow and shy person, but she couldn’t resist the passionate attack of Lyra Murphy.


    “Izabe, Victor he didn’t bully you, did he?”


    The sophomore gym ss is basically for students to rx, the gym teacher let them run 800 meters as a group and then let them go free.


    It’s already getting hot in J City in May, and the sun is fierce after 3pm.


    The boys in the ss changed their jerseys to y basketball, the girls felt hot, most of them ran to the kiosk there cat, buy a popsicle or a bottle of ice drink, while eating and drinking watching the boys ying basketball not far away.


    Izabe took a sip of yogurt, and when she heard Lyra’s words, she choked straight away. After coughing a few times, Izabe slowed down and shook her head, “No.”This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Lyra tsked, “Rare.”


    Izabe is not a gossip and knew Lyra had more to say, but she didn’t ask and just smiled.


    Lyra leaned towards her and said mysteriously, “Do you think Victor is handsome?”


    Izabe raised her eyes to look at the boy who was shooting a three-point shot on the court not far away. Under the sunlight, Victor, who was wearing a jersey, was a teenager, with delicate features on his contoured face, a proper white boy in the heart of a young girl.


    “Handsome.”


    She withdrew her eyes and bit down on her straw, blushing a little.


    “Victor is indeed handsome, but he has a terrible temper! It’s not like the ss teacher didn’t arrange for girls to sit at the same table with him, but the intention was to let them sit next to him and supervise him so he wouldn’t sleep in ss! And guess what?”


    “What’s wrong?”


    Izabe’s bright round eyes looked at Lyra, her voice soft yet curious, greatly satisfying Lyra’s desire to confide in her.


    Lyra grunted: “Good guy, he moved his desk and chair directly to the outside of the ssroom, the girl also ran to ask him how he would like to go back inside the ssroom, he said no other requirements, just do not want to share a table with girls.”


    Lyra said, looked around and came up to Izabe’s ear: “That girl is Callie King, you’re sitting at the same table with Victor now, Victor didn’t have a tantrum, she probably has to hate you!”


    Izabe pursed her lips for a moment, her expression somewhat innocent: “Which one is Callie’s ssmate?”


    She had only been here for half a day and she didn’t recognize all the students in her ss yet.


    Lyra heard Izabe’s words, directly poofed out augh, raised his hand and pointed to a girl not far away: “Well, that one, the one with two bottles of water in her hand, she likes Victor’s thing ssmates know, but unfortunately, Victor does not like her, unrequited love it.”


    Izabe looked in the direction of Lyra’s finger and found a girl standing on the side of the court, a girl with a pill hair, fresh face with light makeup, bright eyes and white teeth, a beautiful girl.


    “Oh.”


    Izabe responded without making anyment.


    Lyra, however, was very excited: “She’s pretty, isn’t she? Last year, she didn’t get as many votes as Millie Brown in ss 3, so she didn’t get chosen as the school flower. By the way, Millie also likes Victor. Last year, Callie didn’t choose the school flower, so she was very angry.”


    Lyra looked gloating and Izabe winked, “Lyra, you seem pretty happy that Callie didn’t pick the Colonel’s flower.”


    “Of course! Callie is a green tea, you’ll knowter, in our ss, except for the girls who y well with her, the rest don’t like her.”


    Izabe knows what green tea is like, but she doesn’t know Callie, and Izabe didn’t express her opinion on these words of Lyra.


    But Lyra does not care about this, the basketball court suddenly whistle, Lyra the rest of the ice cream bite into the mouth, throw the paper tube, pull Izabe and run over: “Izabe, ying a game, we go over to see!”


    Izabe did not react, people were pulled by Lyra to run, she had to follow.


    After the whistle sounded, a lot of people suddenly gathered around the basketball court which was not crowded just now.


    And the boys in their ss all gathered together with Victor at the head to confer, and the other group of boys were talking.


    Izabe hadn’t been standing still long before she heard the whistle sound once again and the PE teacher took the basketball and tossed it upwards and served.


    Victor took the lead and jumped right up and grabbed the basketball and passed it to his teammates.


    A cheer went up from the stadium, with a female voice standing out: “Victor, go!”


    Izabe subconsciously inclined her head to look over and found that the girl who shouted the loudest was Callie.


    Probably noticing her eyes, Callie nced at Izabe with arrogance and disdain in those eyes.


    Izabe withdrew her eyes, and just as she did so, Lyra beside her suddenly shrieked, “Izabe look out!”


    Izabe had just looked back when she saw a basketball flying straight towards her.


    She stood there, looking at the basketball, her whole body was confused, just when the basketball hit her face, a hand reached out in front of her and snapped the basketball that came with a fierce momentum.


    Victor gave her a look and frowned, somewhat displeased, “Are you stupid, you can’t hide?”


    He lunged with all his might to catch the ball, and the man fell to the ground, bruising his palm and arm.


    Izabe nched and nced at Victor, who had been pulled up by Milo, “Yeah, sorry.”


    Victor sight swept her again, that face white as flour, no blood at all, estimated to be scared.


    The words on the edge of his mouth swallowed, Victor took the ball directly to the person who just threw it: “Are you fucking blind, so big a live person standing there did not see ah?”