Raise Love-84-The Arrogance of a Teenager with Nowhere to Place

During previous holidays, when taking the bus home, the route was the No. 4 bus. One of the drivers drove rather recklessly.

That driver would dash forward, pushing the large - sized bus with a fierce stomp on the gas pedal, and the sudden brakes were even more intense. The bus would jolt back and forth.

As he remembered, the little girl always liked to sit in the window - side seat next to the back door of the bus.

When they got out of school late, there were often few people on the bus when they boarded. She would sit in that seat, tilt her little head, gently rest it against the glass window, close her eyes, and sleep. She was so obedient and quiet.

Ryder would follow behind her. Sometimes he would sit next to her, and sometimes he would stand not far away from her. She never gave him a glance.

When he got bored with playing on his phone, he would look at her, listening to the female mechanical voice announcing the next stop, and casually wonder if she would miss her stop while asleep.

Surprisingly, she never did.

But if they were unlucky enough to get that driver, she couldn't fall asleep. With her eyes closed, her brows would be tightly furrowed.

Her already fair little face would lose all color, and she would bite her lips in discomfort, turning her rosy lips pale.

Every time she got off that bus, she would squat down and vomit.

Her eyes would be red from vomiting, and her long, curled eyelashes would be hung with pitiful droplets. She wouldn't ask for help or pay attention to him. She would just quietly take out a water cup from her schoolbag.

She would rinse her mouth with reserve and then put the cup back.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but after such experiences, Ryder would sometimes feel that her already aloof and cold demeanor became even more distant and indifferent.

However, at that time, he would at most just think about it casually.

The girl was afraid of him, disliked him, and didn't bother to talk to him. He was just giving her a ride. If she ignored him, so be it. He didn't feel like trying harder either.

Who was he?

He was Ryder.

Ryder didn't need to, and disdained to please anyone.

This was the unplaceable arrogance of a teenager.

Perhaps even Ryder himself at that time didn't realize it.

When he met the girl at Harvard University, he was quite surprised.

Later, when he recalled it in a hurry, he found that apart from that bus route, they had very few intersections, almost none at all.

She was afraid of him and avoided him, and he didn't care.

Now, when he thought about it carefully, there were countless inexplicable memory points. Even Ryder found it funny.

His mind could always recall some extremely small details that were hardly noticeable, as if magnified.

All of these memories centered around one person.

Aria.

As it turns out, sometimes a person's existence is simply impossible to ignore.

Even if that person is quiet and their presence seems almost non - existent, taking that first step is already the beginning.

The gears of fate never stop turning.

Nor will they let anyone miss their destined encounters.

Aria held the mineral water bottle, looking at the plants outside the window, with the back of the boy in front, mostly blocked from her view, in her peripheral vision.

She was a bit distracted.

Life is long and full of twists and turns. The first grand farewell she embraced was the college entrance examination. She had resigned herself to thinking that it was the last time she would see him.

At that time, how could she have imagined that one day, she would be able to sit in his car, sleep soundly throughout the journey, and when she opened her eyes, he would attentively hand her a bottle of water.

With a slow, smiling voice, he would tell her that she would feel better after a while.

She woke up in a daze and was pleasantly surprised.

He actually remembered that she got carsick.

She was back in her hometown, with the boy she liked the most.

The gentle and relaxing music in the car set off the girl's happy mood, quietly adding to the joy in her heart.

The SUV stopped in front of a restaurant.

When getting out of the car, Aria's brows were still curved with a smile, soft and giving an immediate sense of her good mood. Ryder couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Are you this happy just to be back home?"

Maya Brooks, who had finally woken up from her sleep, hugged Aria's arm. Hearing this, she shook her arm. "It's true. I rarely see you this happy."

Aria was introverted. Even when she was happy, she was shy.

People could tell at a glance that this girl was gentle and well - behaved, smiling without showing her teeth. She was good - looking and had an elegant temperament. gòйЪ.ōΓg

But she was just too introverted.

Finn Alvarez crushed the empty mineral water bottle and casually threw it into the trash can. He smiled lazily. "Tsk, who wouldn't be happy to go home?"

He looked at Ryder with a meaningful glance.

Ryder, with his hands in his pockets, gave him a half - smile and a sideways look.

Likewise.

Finn Alvarez stopped smiling and became expressionless.

Annoying.

The silent exchange between the two went unnoticed by anyone.

Aria looked at Ryder, then at Maya Brooks, who was holding her arm, and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm very happy."

"Okay, if you're happy, that's fine." Ryder chuckled softly. As he passed by, he suddenly reached out and tapped her forehead.

Aria quickly covered her forehead with her hand.

Maya Brooks didn't expect that Ryder, that rascal, would dare to be so naughty right under her nose. She glared at him and scolded a few words, then quickly leaned over to check her best friend's forehead.

Aria's hand covering her forehead was pulled away.

There was a faint red mark on her fair and plump forehead, indicating the sudden tap it had just received.

And the culprit.

That person had already walked ahead, leaving a lazy and unrestrained back view, and his voice drifted over faintly. "I'm hungry. Let's eat."

Maya Brooks gritted her teeth and cursed: "This bastard!"

How dare he bully her little sister right in front of her!

Aria's eyes widened. Reacting quickly, she grabbed Maya Brooks, who was about to rush over and fight Ryder.

"Calm down, baby! He was just joking. He didn't use any force at all. It doesn't hurt. Let's go eat quickly."

Aria gave Finn Alvarez, who was leisurely watching the show, a meaningful look.

Finn Alvarez sneered, easily picked Maya Brooks up, "What are you making a fuss about? With such a short skirt, you still want to fight?

Wait until you change your clothes."

Maya Brooks was instantly furious: "Aaaah, Finn Alvarez! You're so annoying! You dare to grab my collar again. Let me go!"

Aria secretly smiled and trotted two steps, entering the restaurant first.

When it came to being at odds with each other, no one could beat these two.

The restaurant Ryder chose was quite popular. The waiter greeted them, and the unique aroma of hot pot wafted into their noses.

None of them had eaten before leaving school. After a long drive, whether they were the driver or the passengers, they all felt hungry at this moment.

Ryder had entered the restaurant two minutes earlier. When the waiter led the others over, he had already ordered the pot and was now slouching on the sofa chair, his long legs sprawled out casually.

He looked like a boneless, decadent figure.

Aria twitched the corner of her mouth when she saw this. He didn't look like he was in a restaurant at all. It seemed like he had mistaken this place for his own sofa.

Naturally, the seating arrangement was two boys on one side and two girls on the other.

The hot pot they ordered was a double - flavor pot.

Aria hesitated for a moment, but Maya Brooks directly pulled her to sit opposite, on the spicy - pot side.

Only then did Aria realize it. She looked up and happened to meet the boy's pitch - black eyes. Her face turned red.

There was a lazy smile in his eyes.

It didn't seem to have any specific meaning, soft and extremely relaxed, making people want to sink into it.