Chapter Three

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"Oh, why are you in a hurry?"

I bid farewell to Ivy as I handed her my plates, and she mentioned that she would submit them. As our professor was absent, we were given extra time to complete the task.

Now I regret sending him away. How can I find him now? Where should I begin looking? I don't have his number, but he said he would talk to me later, didn't he? Where could he be?

After searching for him for a few minutes, I resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't see him today. I decided to stop at a milk tea shop and buy a drink. As I walked, I kept looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

"Hey," I turned around to see Joshua running towards me and calling out to me. I stopped walking to wait for him. "What do you need-"

I stopped talking when he suddenly grabbed my milk tea. "YAAH!" I grabbed his hair so he couldn't sip, but it was too late.

I glared at him while he gave back my milk tea; he was even smiling from ear to ear. Ah! What a shameless person.

I raised my middle finger at him, and he just laughed about it. I could hear some people walking past us and whispering while looking at Joshua.

You can't deny that he's handsome, he looks unreal actually and he's also the captain of the basketball team. Full package.

But he's crazy. Joshua Hong is crazy.

"If I get sick and die because of your virus I'm gonna haunt you forever!" I almost choked him to death.

"Luh, O.A!" He just sneered at me and dodged my hand that was about to slap him.

"Yah! You should go back there now, your coach is already looking for you." I pushed him away, I wiped my straw. He looked back at me while running, he was even waving his hand at me.

I just rolled my eyes and continued walking. There are people I met who I met while I was walking; I just waved and smiled at them. I almost toured the whole campus just to find him but there was still no sign of him. I found a bench and decided to sit there while looking at the people who passed by.

I retouched my makeup for him, applied perfume, and fixed my bun. I didn't expect him to arrive earlier; if I had known, I would have worn a wedding gown.

I just frowned and looked at the buildings, deciding to relax.

"Hey."

My lips parted when I saw Han standing beside me. He sat beside me and also looked at the buildings. He's holding a cup of coffee. I couldn't speak; I was starstruck. He looked so ethereal.

He's wearing a black shirt and black pants. His shirt is tucked in, and he also has a belt on. He's just wearing simple clothes, but why do they look so cool?

(The preference is on the cover.)

I suddenly asked, "Hi, what's your perfume?" It seemed like it was going to be another long interview.

"It's not important," he replied. This was a new response from him; usually, he would answer me flatly.

"How are your plates?" he asked me. It was surprising that he was engaging in a conversation with me now.

"I already finished and submitted them. Thankfully, our professor is absent, so I have more time to work on them. I forgot to finish them at weekends since I was at Mia's, right? Then, after that day, we went to the mall with the girls, and then we went to the bar. I don't really like cramming work, I have never done that in my life." I answered.

He should answer like that too, you know.

"How about you? How are the cases?" I asked.

"Finished reading."

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