Chapter 644 Are you a fool, you can’t hide?
Victor frowned a little, “Look at what?”
“Read the book.”
Izabella was caught in the bag, her face immediately reddened, glanced at Victor, embarrassed, all tense, deeply afraid that Victor will continue to say something.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
Although she had only spent two language classes at the new school, Izabella had already guessed that the boy beside her was not to be messed with from the discussions that took place between classes.
Izabella doesn’t like to mess with classmates like Victor, Jason alone she’s had to deal with before.
Her tablemate, Victor, seems much more difficult to get along with than Jason.
Izabella grew up in such a hot and watery environment, and learned a long time ago that other people’s business has nothing to do with them.
Victor looked at Izabella’s reddened cheeks, snorted lightly, swept a glance at the language book spread out in her hands, and did not say another word.
Whether he believed Izabella’s story or not, probably only Victor himself knows in his heart.
The new class was much friendlier than Izabella had expected. The woman sitting in front of her offered to take her to dinner on her first day of school.
Izabella is a slow and shy person, but she couldn’t resist the passionate attack of Lyra Murphy.
“Izabella, Victor he didn’t bully you, did he?”
The sophomore gym class is basically for students to relax, the gym teacher let them run 800 meters as a group and then let them go free.
It’s already getting hot in J City in May, and the sun is fierce after 3pm.
The boys in the class changed their jerseys to play basketball, the girls felt hot, most of them ran to the kiosk there cat, buy a popsicle or a bottle of ice drink, while eating and drinking watching the boys playing basketball not far away.
Izabella took a sip of yogurt, and when she heard Lyra’s words, she choked straight away. After coughing a few times, Izabella slowed down and shook her head, “No.”
Lyra tsked, “Rare.”
Izabella is not a gossip and knew Lyra had more to say, but she didn’t ask and just smiled.
Lyra leaned towards her and said mysteriously, “Do you think Victor is handsome?”
Izabella raised her eyes to look at the boy who was shooting a three-point shot on the court not far away. Under the sunlight, Victor, who was wearing a jersey, was a teenager, with delicate features on his contoured face, a proper white boy in the heart of a young girl.
“Handsome.”
She withdrew her eyes and bit down on her straw, blushing a little.
“Victor is indeed handsome, but he has a terrible temper! It’s not like the class teacher didn’t arrange for girls to sit at the same table with him, but the intention was to let them sit next to him and supervise him so he wouldn’t sleep in class! And guess what?”
“What’s wrong?”
Izabella’s bright round eyes looked at Lyra, her voice soft yet curious, greatly satisfying Lyra’s desire to confide in her.
Lyra grunted: “Good guy, he moved his desk and chair directly to the outside of the classroom, the girl also ran to ask him how he would like to go back inside the classroom, he said no other requirements, just do not want to share a table with girls.”
Lyra said, looked around and came up to Izabella’s ear: “That girl is Callie King, you’re sitting at the same table with Victor now, Victor didn’t have a tantrum, she probably has to hate you!”
Izabella pursed her lips for a moment, her expression somewhat innocent: “Which one is Callie’s classmate?”
She had only been here for half a day and she didn’t recognize all the students in her class yet.
Lyra heard Izabella’s words, directly poofed out a laugh, raised his hand and pointed to a girl not far away: “Well, that one, the one with two bottles of water in her hand, she likes Victor’s thing classmates know, but unfortunately, Victor does not like her, unrequited love it.”
Izabella looked in the direction of Lyra’s finger and found a girl standing on the side of the court, a girl with a pill hair, fresh face with light makeup, bright eyes and white teeth, a beautiful girl.
“Oh.”
Izabella responded without making any comment.
Lyra, however, was very excited: “She’s pretty, isn’t she? Last year, she didn’t get as many votes as Millie Brown in class 3, so she didn’t get chosen as the school flower. By the way, Millie also likes Victor. Last year, Callie didn’t choose the school flower, so she was very angry.”
Lyra looked gloating and Izabella winked, “Lyra, you seem pretty happy that Callie didn’t pick the Colonel’s flower.”
“Of course! Callie is a green tea, you’ll know later, in our class, except for the girls who play well with her, the rest don’t like her.”
Izabella knows what green tea is like, but she doesn’t know Callie, and Izabella didn’t express her opinion on these words of Lyra.
But Lyra does not care about this, the basketball court suddenly whistle, Lyra the rest of the ice cream bite into the mouth, throw the paper tube, pull Izabella and run over: “Izabella, playing a game, we go over to see!”
Izabella did not react, people were pulled by Lyra to run, she had to follow.
After the whistle sounded, a lot of people suddenly gathered around the basketball court which was not crowded just now.
And the boys in their class all gathered together with Victor at the head to confer, and the other group of boys were talking.
Izabella hadn’t been standing still long before she heard the whistle sound once again and the PE teacher took the basketball and tossed it upwards and served.
Victor took the lead and jumped right up and grabbed the basketball and passed it to his teammates.
A cheer went up from the stadium, with a female voice standing out: “Victor, go!”
Izabella subconsciously inclined her head to look over and found that the girl who shouted the loudest was Callie.
Probably noticing her eyes, Callie glanced at Izabella with arrogance and disdain in those eyes.
Izabella withdrew her eyes, and just as she did so, Lyra beside her suddenly shrieked, “Izabella look out!”
Izabella had just looked back when she saw a basketball flying straight towards her.
She stood there, looking at the basketball, her whole body was confused, just when the basketball hit her face, a hand reached out in front of her and snapped the basketball that came with a fierce momentum.
Victor gave her a look and frowned, somewhat displeased, “Are you stupid, you can’t hide?”
He lunged with all his might to catch the ball, and the man fell to the ground, bruising his palm and arm.
Izabella blanched and glanced at Victor, who had been pulled up by Milo, “Yeah, sorry.”
Victor sight swept her again, that face white as flour, no blood at all, estimated to be scared.
The words on the edge of his mouth swallowed, Victor took the ball directly to the person who just threw it: “Are you fucking blind, so big a live person standing there did not see ah?”