Raise Love-19-He was hired by me to work

There wasn't anything particularly crucial to discuss in this class meeting. It was mainly about the precautions and schedule for the military training, as well as getting to know the counselor assistant assigned to their class.

The counselor was named Luna, a single woman in her late twenties. She was in charge of the six classes of the Financial Management major. During the military training, students could turn to the counselor assistant to solve any problems except for matters related to asking for leave.

This also included the self - study sessions for freshmen in this academic year.

The counselor came to the class, walked around, said a few words, and then went to the next class to give a speech. The remaining students and the counselor assistant stared at each other, wailing and complaining in disbelief.

College students actually still had to attend self - study sessions.

What was this? It was simply unreasonable, that's what it was.

Very unreasonable.

...

The self - study sessions at Harvard University weren't long, only one and a half hours, from seven to half - past eight. There were no self - study sessions on Fridays and Saturdays.

The military training would start at 6:30 in the morning the next day. The class meeting ended quickly, and the students left in twos and threes. Aria looked at the person sitting beside her who hadn't moved.

The young man had sharp features. From her angle, she could see that his jaw muscles tensed slightly, his jawline was smooth, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his eyelids.

His gaze was casual yet focused, and his handsomeness was so captivating that it was hard to look away.

She had never seen anyone more good - looking than him.

She had known him too early. Since she fell in love with him, it had been difficult for her to notice anyone else. In her eyes, he was always the best.

There was no one left in the class at this time.

She didn't know if it was because of her presence, but Ryan Bennett didn't come over either. He left without stopping after class.

There were a few girls, however, attracted by Ryder. They stayed to take a few more glances and whispered about asking for his Instagram. But Ryder casually rejected them.

Aria felt relieved and at the same time a bit curious.

Wasn't he supposed to accept everyone?

It was false. Clearly, rumors couldn't be trusted.

She thought he didn't seem to be very close to that beautiful girl named Lila Torres yesterday. They didn't seem to have a good relationship.

Aria lay prone on the table, intently looking at the boy playing with his phone. After a while, she said softly, "Ryder."

"Hm?" Ryder didn't stop his game - playing action and glanced at her sideways.

Aria didn't play games much. She was attracted by his flexible and fast operations for a few seconds, and then asked him, "Class is over. Aren't you leaving?"

"Sure. I am," he said casually and lazily. "What, are you afraid to walk in the dark and want me to send you back?"

Aria: "..."

Aria blushed with embarrassment. "...No need."

She just wanted to walk with him for a while along the way and take a few more looks at him. If she was lucky, maybe she could even talk to him.

Who knew this guy would be like this.

She felt awkward and embarrassed, muttering in a low voice, "Who wants you to send me?"

Ryder chuckled softly.

He freed one hand, gently and lazily pressed on the top of her head, then rubbed it a couple of times, as if coaxing her. "Don't worry. Wait until your brother finishes this game, and then I'll send you back."

"..." Aria was stunned.

Caught off - guard, she was made to blush and her heart race by the casual "brother".

The warm touch of the big hand on her head seemed to still be there. Her heart was pounding, and she bit her lip and moved a bit further away from him.

If they got any closer like this, she wouldn't be able to hide her little feelings.

That just wouldn't do.

"Ryder," Aria leaned against the wall, pushed the messy thoughts out of her head, curled up her feet, and stepped on the edge of the stool, starting a conversation with him. "Why did you come to our class today?"

"Just came to have some fun."

Aria blinked. Then she asked, "Don't you need to be in charge of a class?"

"Sure I do." Ryder glanced at her and casually dropped a bombshell. "Yours is the class I'm in charge of."

Aria: "?"

"But wasn't the class meeting today held by Senior Ryan Bennett?"

"Yeah." The light and shadow on the screen flickered, and a big "VICTORY" word appeared. Ryder licked his lips and nodded matter - of - factly. "I hired him to do the job."

Aria twitched the corner of her mouth. "...Oh, I see."

"So how much did you pay him?"

Normally, this kind of job of being in charge of a class would earn some credit points.

But in a place like Harvard University, where talents were everywhere, there was no shortage of opportunities to earn credit points. That's why this task was pushed to the Student Union. The members of the Student Union really had a tough job.

It was so hot in summer, and the counselor assistant had to be with the students during the military training. If the benefits weren't good enough, surely no one would be foolish enough to take it on, right?

Ryder looked at her, smiled, and his thin lips moved.

"For free."

Aria: "..."

So it was just exploiting labor.

She suddenly seemed to understand why his friends had complained that he was heartless during the game of Truth or Dare...

Her gentle expression suddenly became a bit hard to describe.

Ryder noticed what she was thinking, raised his eyebrows, and let out a lazy, snorting laugh. "With my position, can't I order them around?"

Aria was speechless.

You're really something, then.

If the person in front of her wasn't Ryder, she might have complimented him.

At this moment, Ryder put down his phone, hooked the chair, and moved it back a step. He stood up unhurriedly, patted Aria on the head, "Let's go. I'll send you back."

Aria said "Oh" and got up slowly, following behind him. She raised her hand and rubbed the place where he had just patted.

The corridor was quiet.

Their classroom was on the third floor. After the lights were turned off, it became dark. The green - colored evacuation signs in the corridor glowed faintly. The sound of their footsteps, tap - tap, sounded particularly clear.

It was already past nine o'clock after Ryder finished this game.

Aria didn't have many hobbies. Usually, she liked reading novels, especially those of the infinite - flow genre. Now, as soon as they came out, all those ghosts and monsters seemed to come to her mind.

Coupled with the open windows, the corridor was chilly.

She shrank her neck, shivered, quickened her steps to catch up with Ryder, and followed closely in his footsteps.

Ryder heard the slightly hasty footsteps, turned his head, and glanced at her. His steps became noticeably smaller and slower.

"Scared?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

At this moment, Aria didn't care about being brave. Pretending not to be scared wasn't suitable now. She nodded and replied in a weak and low voice, "Just a little bit."

"There are ghosts."

Ryder: "..."

Aria quickly looked behind her.

After some hesitation, she bit her lip and grabbed the corner of Ryder's clothes.

The most terrifying thing was that their Financial Management major clearly belonged to the School of Economics and Management, having nothing to do with the School of Medicine. But for some unknown reason, Harvard University had placed all those human models and models of decomposed organs in the Jinhui Building.

The side corridor of the first - floor lobby was filled with these things. They were placed in glass containers, and there were also nude models pasted on the walls.

And there were even specimens!

When she came here with her roommates in the morning, she was shocked. This was just asking for a heart - attack. This kind of place was the perfect setting for those horror - themed copies!

Feeling his clothes being tugged, Ryder lowered his eyes and took a look. The little girl was illuminated by the fluorescent green of the evacuation sign, looking somewhat eerie.

Her fingers were slender and long, quite nice - looking.

His mischievous impulse suddenly rose. He also lowered his voice, leaned closer to her ear, and asked, "Where are they?"