Chapter 4

On the cafeteria table were four dishes and a soup.

Braised pork ribs, steamed minced meat with egg, Coca-Cola chicken wings, stir-fried greens, and clam and winter melon soup.

It truly was the best high school in the city; their cafeteria food was always something to be proud of.

I scratched my head again, "Ah, I accidentally ordered too much."

"Waste is shameful, and you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Want to eat with me?"

Hazel was silent for a moment, then finally picked up her forks and began to eat in small bites.

I looked at her wrist, peeking out from her school uniform sleeve, so thin it looked fragile.

Honestly, girls like Hazel were the ones who truly needed help.

But they weren't pretty, they didn't cry out in pain, so they would only become barren weeds in the memories of youth, not even qualifying to be the lead in a romantic drama.

This life, I wouldn't just save myself; I would save her too.

My mind made up, I spoke:

"Ugh, conic sections are just so hard, I completely don't get them."

"Hazel, you're so good at studying, why don't you tutor me?"

Hazel, with a piece of braised pork rib in her mouth, looked utterly shocked, as if to say, "Are we even that close?"

I didn't give her a chance to refuse.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders cheerfully, "It's decided then! I'll pay you for tutoring!"