Hannah was enjoying herself from the start, and although Wayne Lane was initially sowhat resistant, as ti passed, it was as though he was influenced by Hannah, gradually revealing his true self.
Perhaps a hundred years ago was when Wayne Lane lived most freely.
He didn’t have to regard the so-called rules, consider loyalty, or worry about power struggles.
He was simply Wayne Lane.
Hannah and Wayne Lane were very much alike.
They were both unrestrained and dazzlingly brilliant.
Those days were indeed good, having shed all identities, just being oneself.
But after all, this was just a training experience.
After learning about the "trouble" Hannah and Wayne Lane caused, the ch Academy issued a final order for them to return imdiately.
Once back, they were likely in for a punishnt.
The two of them lay on the grass, looking up at the star-filled sky.
Hannah still had a face full of comfort and ease; the "orders" from the ch Academy had no effect on her.
However, today Wayne Lane beca silent again.
"Are you afraid?" Hannah, with her hands behind her head, just looked at the stars.
Hearing this, Wayne Lane turned his head, and what entered his eyes was Hannah’s exquisite and radiant profile, most notably those eyes.
They were clear-cut, pure, and lively.
He stared at them for a long ti, then countered with a question instead of a response, "Are you afraid?"
"Not afraid." Hannah shook her head, then suddenly turned around to face Wayne Lane, "When Professor Lawrence asks later, I’ll just say it was all your idea."
Her eyes were curved, much like the moon tonight.
Wayne Lane just stared steadily at her, unusually not contradicting her words, "If Professor Lawrence really wants to punish, just put the bla on ."
He said it very seriously, and his eyes were sincere as well.
Hannah paused, t his gaze, then looked away, "Even if I say that, Professor Lawrence might not believe it."
Wayne Lane was known at the academy as a model student, talented and rule-abiding, he was just shy of receiving an award from the academy.
Believing that he could cause trouble was simply impossible.
Wayne Lane seed to have thought of this point too.
He fell silent for a while, then said again, "We did this together, I won’t let you take the punishnt alone."
Hannah looked at him confusedly, "Wayne Lane, didn’t you really dislike before?"
How co he suddenly beca so loyal?
"I didn’t dislike you," Wayne Lane said, "I was only angry before because you deliberately lost to in the competition."
"I didn’t..."
Hannah, instinctively wanting to argue, t Wayne Lane’s light brown eyes and swallowed the rest of her sentence.
Frankly admitting, "Okay, okay, I did lose to you on purpose."
"Why?" Wayne Lane looked at her calmly.
Their distance was too close; both were side-lying on the grass, and such a posture was already considered impolite and offensive by his standards.
But this ti, he didn’t move, just focused on her like this.
It felt like sothing was sprouting in his heart, uncontrollably itchy.
Hannah didn’t avoid his gaze either, straightforwardly saying, "I can’t be too outstanding."
That statent was sowhat cheeky.
But it suited Hannah very well.
Because she indeed was excellent, and she could be even more so.
After saying this, Hannah didn’t know how to continue.
Wayne Lane was of royal lineage, he grew up in the royal palace from childhood, and after graduating from the ch Academy he would directly serve the royal family.
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