Callie straightened out Jason’s true purpose, and Jason was instantly annoyed: “What are you talking nonsense about?”


    “She used to tutor me, don’t talk nonsense if you don’t know!”


    Izabe stood by, blushing profusely, “Callie, he and I are not what you think we are.”


    Callie nced at Izabe, saw her embarrassment, and skimmed the corner of her mouth, “Who has time to tutor him when we’re about to be seniors?”


    “Jason, I really can’t help you with your sses.”


    Jason grunted: “If you don’t make up for it, you don’t make up for it.”


    He said, looking at Izabe for a moment, “You ran into N and the girls on Saturday?”


    Hearing his words, Izabe blushed slightly white, Callie aside saw Izabe this face, immediately know Jason mouth N is who.


    “You’re with them?”


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    Jason did not know that Izabe was bullied by N in private, he and N are elementary school junior high school ssmates, today N they told him that Izabe is now very powerful, andpletely changed from the past.


    Jason was ufortable and disliked N directly, who said something unpleasant, and he ran over to Izabe after school.


    The first middle school is seven or eight kilometers away from the other schools, he took a taxi toe here are half an hour, if not N and their words are too hard to hear, he will note here.


    Izabe didn’t want to hear those people’s names again and said before Callie could speak, “I can’t help you with the tutoring, hire a tutor, it’ste, I still have homework to do, I have to go home.”


    She finished and pulled Callie over, “Callie, let’s go back.”


    Callie looked at Izabe, sensing her unhappiness, and said nothing, when she looked up and saw the busing: “The bus ising! Izabe, run faster!”


    “Izabe, I’m not done talking-”


    Jason chased after the two, but the bus stop was right next to it, and Izabe pulled Callie and ran over and got on the bus directly, and he could only look at the rear of the slowly driving away bus and cursed.


    The bus was full of people at this point, but Izabe and Callie, both of whom had long been skilled, got on and pushed their way to the back of the car, finding space before the two stopped.


    The two stood there at the back door, and Callie turned around and could still see Jason standing by the bus stop outside the window through the car.


    She tsked and took Izabe’s hand, “Izabe, that boy likes you, right?”


    Izabe shook her head in a hurry, “No, he didn’t like it.”


    “No way, I can’t be wrong! You’ve been transferred to another school for almost two months, if he doesn’t like you, he came all the way here to find you, you don’t really think he really came to find you to give him extra lessons, do you?”


    This is the kind of trick that Callie has used on Victor in junior high.


    Victor is not as naive as Izabe, he’s not going to fall for it!


    Izabe pursed her lips, “I’ve tutored him before.”


    Callie didn’t think so: “So what? Izabe, don’t be silly, do you think a boy of this age who really loves to study would find a girl his own age to tutor him? Doesn’t it smell good for him to find a tutor?”


    Callie’s words were rough, but Izabe pursed her lips as she thought about what had happened at the other school: “No way, he wasn’t very nice to me.”


    Jason’s family is good, no one dares to easily offend him inside the school, he has a bad temper, she used to sit in front of him, every time he went to fill the water or whatever he was looking for her, always pulling her hair in ss, gym ss always likes to throw the ball to her side, named her to pick up.


    Izabe doesn’t think Jason likes her, he probably just thinks that with her transferring to another school, he has one less person to boss around at school.


    With so many people in the car, Callie simply leaned down on Izabe’s shoulder: “Why is he treating you badly? Does he always make you do this and that? Does he always tell you to do everything?”


    Hearing Callie’s words, Izabe’s round eyes opened in disbelief, “You, how do you know that?”


    “Why, adolescent boys are so naive and soft-spoken! Ten boys who meet girls they like like to do this kind of thing to attract the attention of girls, you are naive, Izabe!”


    Izabe was startled, she was not naive, she was just, always disliked.


    When she didn’t say anything, Callie hurriedly lowered her head: “What Izabe? Do you don’t like me talking about this?”


    “No, it’s not.”


    She is also just a little girl, also have their own heart, also want to have friends to share with themselves.


    She had naively thought N and the girls would be her best friends, but they stripped her naked and took pictures of her.


    Izabe doesn’t want to think about the past, “I just feel shocked.”


    Callie breathed a sigh of relief, “You’re just too innocent. If a guy really hates you, he won’t even want to talk to you. Look at Victor, he really hates me, he doesn’t even want to look at me!”


    Today Callie talks about these things, although there are still a few mncholy, but also a lot more open.


    She herself also felt strange, obviously and Izabe also did not know for a long time, but for some reason, as long as the thought of Victor likes the person is Izabe, she felt very normal, convinced.


    How can anyone not like Izabe?


    So pretty and cute and easy to shy little girl, fine and soft spoken, patient as if she would never get angry, no matter what she jabbered around her, she would always smile and respond to her.


    Callie thinks Izabe is an angel. It would have been nice if Izabe had appeared in her life earlier, so she wouldn’t have to waste so much time on Victor’s body.


    It’s just a guy, there are not many people after her, why did she have to hang on to Victor before?


    Izabe thought Callie was so miserable: “Callie you don’t say that Victor, it’s probably just not veryfortable interacting with girls.”


    Callie skimmed the corner of her mouth, “You’re right about that. I don’t care if he hates me now!”


    Callie said, paused and looked at Izabe’s raised eyebrow: “But if Victor knew you had an old ssmate who liked you so much, would he be so mad he’d jump?”


    Izabe’s face burned, “Callie, Victor really doesn’t like me.”


    Callie has heard this many times, but she doesn’t believe it: “I know, I know! Didn’t you say that Marcus asked him to keep an eye on you? You’re not even an adult yet, and you’ve got a boy after you, so Victor, the ‘guardian’, should be anxious.”


    Izabe was embarrassed, she thought Callie’s words didn’t sound right, but she couldn’t tell what was wrong.