Raise Love-16-Eye Pressure from a Handsome Guy

The orientation work really isn't a good job.

Yet every year it becomes a burden for their Student Union. Even if they have a lot of complaints in their hearts, there's no one to reason with. ωＷω.ＧoＮЬ.οrＧ

With this in mind, Liam Patel's impression of this junior female student became even better. He smiled and asked, "What major are you in?"

Aria: "Financial Management."

Financial Management is a popular major no matter where it is. In Harvard University, it's neither the best nor the worst. The admission score is average, and the good thing is that it's relatively easy to find a job anywhere.

Overall, it's a good major.

Aria wasn't good at math. She had put a lot of effort into it during her repeat year. When choosing a major, she originally thought of avoiding it.

However, there were so many things she wanted to avoid. She only considered English and early childhood education. She filled in teaching - related majors for the first few choices, and the last one, Financial Management, was just to make up the numbers. But unfortunately, it was this one that got her in.

After the admission results came out, she belatedly remembered that this major required learning math.

She felt like crying but had no tears.

Liam Patel tried his best to find topics to talk to the beauty along the way, but all he got were lukewarm responses. By the time they reached Apartment No. 4, he still hadn't found an opportunity to ask for her Instagram.

This girl was really unresponsive.

Apartment No. 4 was next to another cafeteria in Harvard University. Aria asked Liam Patel to wait outside, then she went to buy a cup of milk tea and came out to hand it to him as a thank - you gift for showing the way.

Now Liam Patel was even more speechless, almost wanting to laugh and cry at the same time.

He joked, "Junior sister, you're too polite. You've said thank you so many times along the way. I've heard more from you in this short time than in the past two days."

After thinking about it, he still took out his phone and asked her for her Instagram.

After all, this is college, and one should have a relationship.

When you meet a nice girl you like, you should take the initiative to pursue her. You can't wait for the girl to make the first move, or she might be taken away by someone else.

He held the phone in front of her.

In fact, Aria didn't really want to add him. Her personality was rather cold, and she didn't like making friends much.

But there was another problem. She wasn't very good at rejecting people either.

After hesitating for a few seconds, just as she was about to take out her phone, she heard a lazy voice from behind. The voice was low, as if just waking up, lazy and deep.

"Aria?"

Aria froze. Her hand that was about to hand over the phone stopped, and then she put it back. She turned around, and it was Ryder.

She knew it was him as soon as he spoke.

Ryder's hair was messy. He was leaning against the entrance of the dormitory building. He was wearing a black cotton short - sleeve shirt, loose and baggy pajama pants, and a pair of flip - flops on his feet. He looked rather unkempt.

He was slovenly and lazy. His eyes were still a bit sleepy.

This was the first time Aria had seen Ryder like this.

She looked up and only then noticed that next to Apartment No. 4 was the boys' dormitory.

A big "3" was hanging right in the middle of the top of that dormitory building. She had no idea that Ryder lived here.

She never thought she would run into him here.

Her heart skipped a beat, and then it started beating a little faster. With the sunlight shining on her face, Aria suspected that she was blushing again.

The aloof politeness she had when talking to Liam Patel completely disappeared.

She suppressed the urge to run away and uncomfortably lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on his chest. "W - W..."

The three words "Ryder" got stuck on her lips.

Realizing that there was someone else around, she suddenly felt it was inappropriate and changed her address. She called him, "Hello, senior."

She and he really weren't very familiar.

Calling him by his name directly might lead to misunderstandings.

The girl's inexplicably delicate thoughts were fully displayed at this moment.

On the other hand, Ryder.

He was stunned by this strange address. It took him two full seconds to realize that the little girl was calling him.

He was so angry that he laughed.

Senior?

"Fine," he chuckled, nodding. "Hello, junior sister."

"..."

Aria felt even more embarrassed.

He seemed, not very satisfied?

"Do you two know each other?" Liam Patel, who was standing aside, suddenly asked.

Aria: "Ah."

"Yes, we do."

"Not really... I guess."

They spoke simultaneously, with two different answers.

The former was Ryder, and the latter was obviously Aria.

There was a long silence.

Aria: "..."

Ryder: "..."

Liam Patel: "?"

What's going on here?

Ryder had always thought that this little girl Aria was particularly ungrateful.

Apart from using 'thank you' to show her little politeness and express gratitude, she was extremely cold to her "savior".

This feeling reached its peak at this moment.

He couldn't tell if it was anger or something else. He just felt like laughing, the kind of laugh out of extreme anger. "Huh? Not really know each other?"

Aria shrank her neck.

Liam Patel looked at Ryder, raising his eyebrows. Seeing his slovenly appearance, he clicked his tongue twice. "No way, President. What about your idol image? Why are you going out like this today?"

"I'm still more handsome than you like this," Ryder glanced at him. With a few long strides, he stopped half a meter away from Aria.

He was afraid of the heat and frowned under the sun. After a pause, he grabbed the fabric of Aria's short - sleeve shirt and pulled her into the shade.

He glanced at Liam Patel again, with a half - smile. "Is the orientation work all done? What are you doing here slacking off? Do you want more overtime?"

Liam Patel: "..."

None of the members of their Student Union hadn't been 'exploited' by Ryder.

Which Student Union president didn't lead by example? But he was different. He clearly looked like he had just woken up.

They worked hard, taking turns day and night, while Ryder just slept after having fun, as if the Student Union had nothing to do with him. Of course, Liam Patel didn't dare to voice his anger.

Because none of them could deny the benefits Ryder brought them when it came to attracting investments and handling various affairs.

His ability convinced everyone. Therefore, they truly admired him from the bottom of their hearts. Their complaints were just for fun. Ryder was actually very good to them. He was generous, could take jokes, and often invited them to gatherings and dinners.

Ryder squinted his eyes, with no expression on his face. His gaze fell on Liam Patel's phone, which was still in the state of being held out. He raised his eyebrows.

Understanding what he meant, Liam Patel quickly made a surrender gesture. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have slacked off during work hours. I'll go back to my post right away, okay?"

He quickly retracted his phone, gave up asking for Aria's Instagram, and holding the cold milk tea, he ran back the way he came in a flash.

Only later did he realize that this quiet freshman junior sister actually knew their president?

And it seemed that they had some connection?

Tsk, Liam Patel thought sincerely as he walked back under the sun. As expected of their president, he really had a lot of love interests...

He's such a playboy.

The little beauty seemed so innocent. I hope she won't be hurt by him.

...

Here, on the side of the entrance of Apartment No. 3, the little beauty that Liam Patel was thinking about was staring wide - eyed at the playboy Ryder.

Ryder crossed his arms over his chest, leaned against the wall. His hair was so messy from sleep that it fell over his eyes a bit. He casually pushed it to the sides and looked down at Aria indifferently.

Aria: "..."

The pressure from the gaze of this extremely handsome guy.

It was a bit overwhelming. Aria bit her lower lip and handed over the other cup of milk tea in her hand, which was originally bought for Maya Brooks.

Ryder's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his eyebrows.

The girl's tone was soft and a bit weak. "Do you want to drink?"