Joyce Shaw glared at Kenneth Osborne. Seeing him deep in thought yet silent, she felt even more anxious and was nearly in tears.
Feeling frustrated, she turned around, about to shut down the computer and drag Kenneth out for a drink, when a video from Mad Girl ca through again.
She quickly pressed accept.
It was still Mad Girl’s delicate, gentle yet slightly dazed face.
Joyce’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned on her cara, quickly saying: "...Did the connection drop just now?"
This ti, she said quite a few words, and as a result, there was another scream from Mad Girl on the other side, followed by a soft ding, and the computer screen went dark again as the video cut off once more.
Joyce was completely at a loss, her imagination starting to wander into wild territory.
"Kenneth, do you think sothing happened on her side? Is she being held hostage? Is she..."
Before her wild imagination could run its course, the video from Mad Girl ca through again.
Joyce clicked accept once more, only managing to shout: "...Blink if you’re being held hostage!"
Then, the video cut off again.
...
In Mad Girl’s dorm room, she was uncontrollably running in circles.
While running, she held her face, repeatedly exclaiming, "Ahhh!"
"So handso! So handso! How can soone be this handso?!"
"He’s exactly my type, ahhh!"
"What have I done to deserve this? Dear heavens, you gave such an online romance partner!"
"How can I bring myself to block him and change my number, ahhh!"
Mad Girl was screaming madly in the dorm, completely unable to control herself.
Lawrence Winters and Joyce exchanged glances, then looked away.
Joyce ran her fingers through her freshly perd and dyed long hair, rolling her eyes slightly: "...Is it really necessary, Mad Girl? Even if he’s Kenneth the God of Studies, you should at least sleep with him first! — It’s just a video, it’s not like you have to marry him right away."
Lawrence Winters: "...".
She felt slightly offended.
She flipped over, lying on the top bunk, made a finger gun gesture at Joyce, and said: "... What do you an, even if he’s Kenneth the God of Studies???—Joyce, clarify what you an."
Joyce didn’t even look at her, changing into her pajamas, climbing to her top bunk, and said: "...Didn’t you say Kenneth the God of Studies isn’t your boyfriend?"
"Isn’t he..." Lawrence blinked, "But he’s my good friend, he’s my Kenneth. You casually suggest people sleep with him, don’t I have any face?"
Joyce chuckled, lightly supported herself up on the bed board and climbed onto the bed.
She pulled the blanket over herself, striking a most seductive pose, telling Lawrence: "...Does my pajama look nice?"
Lawrence: "...".
She was starting to get used to Joyce’s self-centeredness, always bringing conversations back to herself.
When talking with people, at most, two sentences would be about others, and the third would inevitably circle back to her.
Lawrence silently withdrew her gaze, looking at Mad Girl with a blush on her face, waved her fist to encourage her: "Then don’t block and change your number... Since he’s your cup of tea, don’t be shy, just go for it!"
"Ahhh! Am I really going to start a relationship?! My first love is just here ahhh!" Mad Girl held her face, sitting back at her desk chair.
One hand trembling, she clicked the cara open again and sent the video.
This ti it was instantly accepted.
It was the sa handso young man with a clear and elegant face, and his voice was a warm baritone, slightly higher than Kenneth’s, but just right for Mad Girl’s preference.
"...Are you really okay? Blink if there’s sothing wrong!" The person on the other side said with nervous concern.
Lawrence, lying on the bed, couldn’t help but laugh at such nonsensical words.
But she covered her mouth, making sure not to make a sound.
After all, this was a historically significant mont in Mad Girl’s life, she couldn’t ruin it.
Even the very self-centered Joyce was quietly wearing headphones, scrolling on her phone.
Mad Girl finally cald down a bit, coughing twice, and then she found her voice, awkwardly laughing as she said: "I’m fine."
"Then why did the video cut off three tis? Is it a bad connection in your dorm?" Joyce absentmindedly let slip.
Lawrence raised her eyebrows significantly, leaning over the edge of the bed, wanting to remind Mad Girl, but she was too lost in pink bubbles to realize anything wrong with Joyce’s words.
If they just started video chatting, how could Joyce know she lived in a dorm?
Mad Girl just shook her head: "No, no, our dorm connection is very good."
Joyce sighed in relief, smiling, "Then I’m glad."
Looking at Mad Girl’s appearance, Joyce liked her more and more, unknowingly softening his voice, "...But why did the video cut off three tis before? Is it the problem with your computer?"
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