Raise Love-49-Little Talented Woman

As it turned out, before Aria could make up her mind, she heard someone in the front speak up on their own initiative: "Is Aria going to the toilet? Oh, go ahead, go ahead."

Aria: "..."

The abrupt words made quite a few people turn their heads to look at her.

Now she had no choice but to go.

Aria smiled awkwardly. Under the gaze of everyone and the meaningful look from her deskmate Sydney, she tightly held her phone and quietly opened the door and went out.

Standing in the not - so - quiet corridor, she was confused for a moment. m.gΟиЪ.ōΓＧ

She pressed on her phone and glanced at the time.

It was 7:53 p.m.

She let out a soft breath and quickly came up with an idea. She went to a nearby cold drink shop downstairs and bought two cups of coffee. After packing them up, she carried them and walked towards the student affairs office upstairs.

The four - floor height was almost enough to kill her.

When she reached the fourth floor, she was already out of breath. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down and then slowly shuffled towards the student affairs office.

The student affairs office was the second classroom on the left on the fourth floor. There was a sign hanging on it saying "404 Student Affairs Office", and a piece of paper was pasted on the door:

Please knock if you have something.

Aria stared at it silently.

After looking at it for nearly a minute, she mentally prepared herself, curled her fingers, and gently knocked on the door a few times, then put her hand down.

She held her breath and waited quietly.

Soon, through the door, a lazy voice came from inside.

— "Come in."

Aria grasped the doorknob, turned it, and first stuck half of her head in.

She had never been here before.

The office was large, with a long black conference table made up of four tables put together. There was a set of leather sofas against the wall, a wall - mounted air conditioner, and a water dispenser on the left side of the door.

The person she was looking for had a black coat covering him, was lying diagonally on the sofa, with his long legs casually draped over the sofa, and was holding a phone in his hand.

His hair was messy, and he exuded a lazy and dispirited aura.

He was the only one there.

Aria let out a sigh of relief, quickly scanned the room, pushed the door open wider, and closed it softly.

"If you have something, just say it." The man didn't even lift his head, his tone was casual. His throat was a bit hoarse from not speaking for a long time, and his attention was focused on the phone, assuming she had come for some business.

Aria looked at him for a while, then put the milk tea on the coffee table in front of him, and sighed, "Are you in a bad mood recently?"

Her voice was gentle and soft.

Ryder's finger joints paused, and finally, he was willing to lift his eyelids.

His browbones lifted lazily, and he casually glanced at the cold drink on the coffee table that was giving off a cool air. The scattered lights were reflected in his pitch - black eyes.

"Is the training over?"

"No." Aria found a place to sit down, poked open the coffee and took a small sip, then smiled with curved lips, "There's no training today."

So it was evening self - study.

Ryder glanced at the time, "Skipping class?"

Aria: "I came to see you."

"Is that so." He let out a huff of laughter, casually placed his phone face - down on the coffee table, sat up a bit, changed his lying position to leaning against the back of the sofa, and unceremoniously reached out to grab the cold drink.

He played with the straw, poked it open, and lowered his head to drink through the straw.

"Waited specifically for five days to come see me?"

Aria didn't answer, only saying: "Ryan Bennett said you're in a bad mood."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." The air - conditioner in the room was set at a low temperature. Ryder picked up the remote control and turned the temperature up a few degrees.

He casually sized her up. After a while, he raised an eyebrow, "You seem to have lost weight."

The girl's chin seemed to be a bit sharper than a few days ago.

"Tired?"

Aria lay on the back of the chair, nodded listlessly, "Exhausted."

After the fraternity party, there were only three days left of military training. The last day was the military training performance. These days, they had been rehearsing systematically.

Compared to the previous scattered practices, the break time in the last two days had been significantly reduced. Plus, since they couldn't learn well, Ryan Bennett was clearly getting impatient and irritable.

In their final performance evaluation, when the rankings were determined, the drill instructors' performance was also taken into account.

Ryan Bennett said that Ryder might be in a bad mood, but Aria thought Ryan Bennett was actually worse off. He was visibly irritable.

She didn't see any signs of this person in front of her being in a bad mood.

He was as leisurely and casual as ever.

Ryder looked at her for a few seconds, then chuckled lightly, in a joking manner, "If you're tired, come to me to slack off. I didn't say you couldn't come."

"...en."

Aria bit the straw and looked at him.

She couldn't help but think silently in her heart that he was really good looking.

She was embarrassed to always bother him.

Afraid that he would get annoyed.

She hadn't come these past few days because she hadn't adjusted her disrupted mood from last time. She didn't know how to face him and was afraid that she would blush and couldn't control her gaze when she saw him.

So she had avoided him for five days.

He still had the same attitude. There was no sign of unhappiness in his eyes, nor did he seem very happy.

Ryan Bennett asked if they had quarreled. If she hadn't seen him, she might have been self - indulgent enough to think that he was perhaps a little unhappy because she didn't come to find him.

Sure enough, imagination is always beautiful.

These days, she vaguely knew that Ryder did have a bit more patience with her than with other girls.

Maybe it was because she hadn't confessed her feelings and didn't interfere with him?

Probably.

She had experienced what it was like to be pestered by someone she didn't like. It was really annoying.

She put away those random thoughts. Thinking about the fraternity tomorrow, she asked him, "You'll go to the freshman fraternity tomorrow, right?"

As the president of the student union, he had to be there, right?

This kind of fraternity at Harvard University was self - organized. Usually, it was initiated by the student union, and the counselor might drop by to take a look, just to join in the fun and not interfere much.

But during military training, it wasn't the official start of school yet, and the class schedule hadn't even been released. Besides the counselor who might come to check on them, there probably wouldn't be anyone else.

"Yeah." He seemed a bit absent - minded, not showing much interest in the fraternity. His voice was a bit muffled, "I'll go."

"Is there a program?" he asked.

"No." Aria blinked, suddenly feeling embarrassed. She quickly took a few sips of the cold drink and blushed as she murmured softly, "I don't know how to do anything. What kind of program could I perform..."

Ryder teased, "Is that so?"

His tone was leisurely, and the slightly upward - curving end of his voice was clearly teasing, "You can't do anything? That can't be right."

Aria pursed her lips.

It was right. She really couldn't do anything.

She could barely draw a picture before. Later, when her parents wanted to send her to learn, she was young at that time and refused to go because she was afraid of going to a strange place alone.

But she remembered that Ryder seemed to know a lot of things.

He seemed to be able to play many musical instruments.

"Your literary talent is quite good, isn't it?" Ryder casually rubbed his fingertips that were damp from the cold air, his eyes lazy. As if thinking of something, he chuckled, "Little talented girl."

Aria looked up in surprise.

"You know?"

Ryder looked at the girl's eyes suddenly widening and somehow found it funny.

The girl looked quite cute like this.

Her reaction was like a cat that was suddenly teased by its owner, both surprised and delighted.

It was as if his heart was scratched, and it felt itchy.

He pressed his tongue against his cheek, smiled mockingly, with a lazy smile, "The Chinese teacher has almost praised you to the skies. How could I not know?"

Aria was very shy, "That was a long time ago."

The corner of Ryder's lips curled up.

Maybe the girl's overall subject grades weren't that outstanding, but she always got the first place in Chinese in every exam. She had beautiful handwriting and extremely outstanding writing skills.