REVERSE 4 YOU

4 Incapable of Showing Compassion

Part: Narrator

Six years ago

XX International School's Female Volleyball Team

"My name is Seemaysa Narawattanavech. You can call me Four. I'd like to join this team because I have a personal passion for volleyball."

That was the introduction of a 10th grader who joined the club for the first time that day. As she spoke, a few senior students who had been listening began teasing her, a typical norm among rowdy athletes.

Some commented on her appearance.

"You should apply for the cheerleading squad!"

Others doubted her talent.

"Personal interest? Do you even know the basics?"

And then came the final blow:

"Your last name sounds familiar, but I've never heard of you."

Those last remarks caught the attention of another 10th grader, a Chinese-looking girl who had introduced herself before Four. In an instant, she gave Four a scrutinizing glance. This girl, who was of the same height, carefully observed Four's pale face, saving her suspicions for a conversation after the club activities.

'Kie' was often called 'Chinese Bitch' (or 'Chinese Girl' for the sake of some politeness) for her Asian looks. Her family ran a grocery shop, and her father was also nicknamed 'Chinese Uncle'. They seemed like a perfect match—a Chinese uncle and his Chinese-bitch daughter. Kie did not have many friends and never expected to find someone in this school who would befriend her or engage in casual small chat with her. But today, she finally found someone she could connect with in this volleyball club.

"I really like your name, Seemaysa [1]. And your nickname too, Four. It feels like there's an interesting story behind them."

A friendly voice greeted Four when she washed her face with tap water behind the gymnasium. Someone else approached to wash her face as well. No doubt, it was Kie, the China-doll girl who noticed Four's dull expression earlier. Although she used an easy-going tone...

"Are we close enough to criticize each other's names?"

Four would not reply to her with the same level of intimacy. The porcelain China doll giggled and chimed in, "Why not? You're Four. I'm Kie. We're on the same volleyball team, and we both love volleyball. It's a matter of time before we become close friends, buddy."

"..." The poker-faced girl appeared unfazed by Kie's words, casually wiping her hands with the towel draped over her left shoulder. In response to Four's apparent indifference, Kie narrowed her eyes and leaned in closer to continue saying:

"By the way, that's weird. I've never heard that the Narawattanavech family has an heiress. I only knew that they have a son."

"!" The youthful beauty's gaze abruptly shifted towards the big-mouthed China doll. Four's eyebrows furrowed in surprise.

"I enjoy reading gossip magazines, and I remember that this family is famous for their sports equipment business."

"..."
"Let me guess. You're a mistress's daughter, am I correct?"

"Go to hell. You bitch, Kie."

Four's furious voice erupted. The girl showed no interest in carrying on the conversation. She turned away from the tap, ready to walk away. Unfortunately, Kie, with a smile on her face, grabbed Four's arm, stopping her from leaving.

"Now you're being rude to me. That means we're close enough, right?"

"Piss off!"

"Fine. I'll let you go." The irritating girl gave in easily, releasing Four's arm without hesitation. They were on the same team anyway. They will be again tomorrow and in the days to come.