Raise Love-146-Shortguard

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly. The snow on the ground was quietly melting, and the countless snowmen that had been built were mercilessly shoveled away by the snowplow.

Aria had stayed up late, reading a novel until almost one o'clock in the morning before going to bed. When she struggled to get up, the three girls in the dormitory were sleeping in all sorts of awkward positions.

After this weekend, the class schedule officially entered the review week.

Teachers of all subjects no longer gave lectures but instead marked out the detailed key points of the entire book for the students and gave them time to review.

Aria felt that time was quickly becoming urgent.

Every day, she either memorized knowledge in the classroom or went to the library. The math teacher gave a review document with more than a hundred questions in it.

There were no answers.

Aria struggled to calculate with a draft paper and then sadly found that she couldn't even solve thirty complete questions.

And she couldn't even guarantee that the ones she had solved were all correct.

She had played a bit too wildly these past two days and had completely forgotten all the knowledge. Even the key notes copied by Ryder couldn't save her.

The only consoling thing was that in Harvard University, the higher the grade, the earlier the final exams. Ryder was taking his last computer class exam this morning.

Aria listlessly lay on the table, memorizing the exam knowledge points.

Waiting for her top-student boyfriend to come and save her.

So, the next part of their lives simply revolved around a few places: the classroom, the library, the cafeteria, and the dormitory. They were so busy that Ryder couldn't even get a kiss.

He was both angry and amused.

He could only accept his fate and explain the questions to the little girl.

What else could he do? If he didn't explain it to his girl, was he going to let some other guy do it?

Hmph, in your dreams.

Kiran had felt a bit strange these past two days. As the final exams approached, he was doing exam questions in the library, and from time to time, he could feel Ryder's attention on him.

He always felt that gaze was like he was sizing him up.

There was also something similar to hostility in it.

And it was very cold.

Every time he looked back and wanted to ask, "Is there something wrong?" Ryder would casually look away and lean close to Aria.

Kiran was greatly shocked.

He had heard recently that the president was in a relationship with Aria.

Sure enough, people in love were all strange.

Especially someone like Ryder, whose personality was already difficult to fathom. It was really strange when he greeted Aria with a nod.

However, what surprised Kiran a bit was that they had only started dating now?

He had always thought that they had been together a long time ago.

In the second semester of senior year at The Bronx Middle School, during the break-time chats in Experimental Class One, the most talked-about thing was about Ryder and Aria.

It was rumored outside that the monitor and vice-monitor of the experimental class had an affair.

In fact, it was just baseless gossip.

Instead, a girl from the liberal arts ordinary class had a higher nomination rate in their class.

At that time, the most frequently mentioned topic was, "Hey, monitor, you're about to graduate. That little girl you've been escorting definitely won't be able to get into the same school as you. What if someone else snatches her away?"

"That's right. Our monitor has been escorting her for so long, as if he's been waiting for the little girl to grow up. Don't let someone else take advantage of it."

At that time, Ryder, who usually used the break time to catch up on sleep, would often slowly raise his head from his arms, looking sleepy. He would lazily raise his eyebrows and curse with a laugh, "Get lost. Don't talk nonsense."

"Oh, come on..."

This answer was like a fog in the air to the students in the experimental class.

Ryder's attitude towards that girl named Aria had always been a mystery. No one knew exactly what the relationship between them was.

That girl always came to the experimental class to find Maya Brooks.

They would occasionally have a meal together.

Upon careful consideration, there was no ambiguous interaction between them, and they didn't seem like a couple at all.

But some people gossiped that they had seen the little girl crying as if she had been punished, and their haughty monitor had impatiently comforted her.

And the most vivid memory Kiran had was during a certain long break. Their class was playing basketball against another class and they were really into it.

Ryder was always amazing at playing basketball.

At that time, the game was in full swing, and it had reached the intense final stage. Suddenly, in the middle of the game, a boy from the opposing team laughed and said, "Shit, I don't know what that fairy from Class Eight did wrong."

"What happened?"

"Ah, I skipped evening self-study yesterday and passed by. I just saw her standing in the corridor doing her homework. It was so cold that even I couldn't stand it." The boy said with a laugh.

"And today, she's still standing outside. That's right, when I went downstairs with the ball just now, she was being lectured by the head teacher. She was crying so pitifully, that little look—"

"Tsk tsk tsk. What's that word? She's so pitiful that anyone would feel sorry for her, right? It almost made me unable to walk away."

Before he could finish his words, a ball flew over and hit him precisely in the face.

The boy covered his nose that had been hit and immediately became furious. Seeing the indifferent boy opposite, he cursed, "Damn it, Ryder, are you looking for death?"

"You guessed right."

Ryder had a half-smile. In the cold winter, there was sweat on his forehead, and his thin basketball jersey gave him a sense of being unruly and sharp.

He unexpectedly grabbed the ball in Kiran's hand and threw it at the boy again.

The boy let out a pained cry.

He smiled casually. "I really want you to die."

The boys on the opposing team looked at each other.

They wanted to fight but no one dared.

Ryder was the kingpin of The Bronx Middle School. No one could beat him in a fight, whether it was one-on-one or in a group. What's more, there were so many of them here.

And since they were about to graduate, the school wouldn't tolerate any disciplinary violations.

"What, do you want to fight?"

Ryder twisted his wrist. His dark eyes were cold, and he asked expressionlessly.

No one said anything.

He waited for a few seconds and then sneered. He walked up to the boy, picked up the ball casually, and said in a cold voice full of hostility, "It's the most despicable thing I've ever seen for a few grown men to talk about a little girl like this."

He walked out of the basketball court past the crowd. "Don't let me catch you doing it again."

Still, no one said anything.

"Fourth Brother, aren't we going to finish the game today?" Someone from the experimental class shouted.

The boy's back was cold and free-spirited. He waved his hand.

After a while, Finn Alvarez came back after buying water and candies. When he found that the ancestor was gone, he immediately had a black line on his forehead. "Where is he?"

Kiran glanced at him and replied expressionlessly, "He left."

"?"

Finn Alvarez laughed out of anger. "Is the game over?"

"... Not yet."

Everyone in the grade knew that Finn Alvarez and Ryder were very close friends. Usually, he would enter the experimental class as casually as if he were entering his own home.

As soon as he asked, someone immediately told him the whole story from beginning to end.

After hearing it, Finn Alvarez clicked his tongue. He threw the water and candies to Kiran, glanced at the boy on the ground who hadn't gotten up yet, and walked up to him condescendingly.

He kicked the guy. "Bro, you've got some nerve, don't you?"

The boy glared at him with a dark face.

"Is that girl someone you can talk about?" Finn Alvarez said in a good mood as he helped him up and even kindly patted the dust off his shoulder. "If you've had enough of your good days next time, just tell me."

Who was Aria?

She was the girl who could make Ryder, this difficult-to-please ancestor, escort her silently for several years even when he was ignored.

Even Finn Alvarez sometimes couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

It was just that when they met, this ancestor had already taken on this task. When asked, he wouldn't say anything and just insisted that there was no relationship between them.

Just an ordinary escort relationship.

Fine, no relationship then. It was just about protecting her.