Chapter 480: Chapter 480: Why Doesn’t My Boyfriend Ever Initiate Text ssages? Chapter 480: Chapter 480: Why Doesn’t My Boyfriend Ever Initiate Text ssages? In Abigail’s umpteenth glance at her phone, she finally determined that Brandon Piers wouldn’t ssage her at all.
So she turned her head and asked relationship expert Sally Hood, “What does it an if your boyfriend never sends you ssages?”
The girl flipped her pigtails, “You… you’re in a relationship?”
“Huh? I’m just curious, just curious.” Abigail blushed, quickly turning around to pretend she was reading a book. In her heart, she thought it seed Davis Hudson hadn’t ntioned her to this girl after all, which was quite sensible of him.
But due to this, she had no way to ask anyone else. She could only pick up her phone and ask Google, “Why does my boyfriend never take the initiative to ssage ?”
The answers varied, but the most frequent responses were that the guy didn’t care about her and didn’t have her in his heart.
Abigail’s mood instantly worsened.
While wallowing in her bad mood, Abigail suddenly heard cheers in the classroom. She looked up to see Jeffrey Foster.
After last night, Abigail had a new understanding of Jeffrey. Many forr impressions were overturned, replaced by caution.
At this mont, seeing him enter, the previous feelings of lancholy and longing dissipated. Her gaze was calm. Coincidentally, Jeffrey also looked in her direction.
Their eyes t in the air. Abigail looked at Jeffrey indifferently, while Jeffrey smiled warmly at her before addressing everyone, “So, next week is the National University dical Skills Competition. Our class is very enthusiastic, with a total of four groups signing up. The registration forms will now be handed out for everyone to confirm and start preparing. Look forward to seeing your performance.”
Abigail didn’t sign up and had no interest. She was still wondering why Brandon Piers didn’t ssage her. They had just confird their relationship and should be in the honeymoon phase, right? Why was there such a big difference!
While Abigail was feeling sentintal about love, a sudden burst of laughter erupted in the classroom. Abigail looked up curiously to see everyone looking at her.
More accurately, looking at the back rows where they were sitting. She asked Wilson Jasper in confusion, “What are they laughing at?”
Wilson dejectedly looked at her, “Didn’t you say you weren’t signing up for the competition?”
“Did I sign up?” Abigail retorted.
“We were grouped together.” Wilson assud Abigail was playing dumb, pointing to Ralf Harvey and Lena Locke, before thinking for a mont and pointing to the sleeping Davis Hudson beside them.
Lena was more bewildered than Abigail, “I wanted to ask, did I sign up?”
“I don’t rember signing up either.” Ralf raised his hand.
The crowd laughed even louder at their confusion.
At this mont, Davis woke up from being laughed at, “What the hell are you all laughing at? What’s so funny!”
“We’re laughing at you.” Lena teased the groggy Davis.
Davis was stunned, stood up with his grey hair, and said, “Who the hell dares to laugh at ?”
But as soon as he finished speaking, he locked eyes with Jeffrey Foster’s gaze. Instantly, he gave an awkward smile, “Hehehe, hi, Mr. Foster!”
This ti, even Abigail couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Jeffrey glanced at them, “You submitted the registration forms yourselves. Online registration is complete. There’s no way to withdraw last minute. Good luck, everyone.”
Except for Wilson, the other four were utterly bewildered.
Especially Davis. Last ti in dissection class, he luckily wasn’t grouped with them. Although his grades were poor, he didn’t get a zero. But this group got a zero in dissection class, and now they were going to participate in the dical Skills Competition? Were they going as a joke?
But the exit route had been blocked by Jeffrey. Davis, with his grey hair, asked, “Teacher, I’m not quitting. Can we change teammates?”
“No.” Jeffrey flatly refused.
Davis muttered, “Damn, heartless!”
Right then, Jeffrey added, “As a class reward, if anyone from our class places in this competition, I will personally invite them to intern in my dical research lab, and…”
Jeffrey deliberately paused. The students couldn’t help but ask, “And what? And what…”
“And they can intern at Sincere Hospital. Those who perform well will be directly recruited.” Jeffrey finished with a smile.
Wow!
Instantly, the whole classroom erupted in cheers, especially the students who registered for the competition. They were excited and thrilled.
In recent years, Sincere Hospital in Gills City had gained a high reputation due to Abigail and Jeffrey Foster, especially with its nationwide top-ranked surgery departnt. Being a private hospital, the environnt and benefits were excellent, fulfilling the dreams of many dical students. Jeffrey’s move opened a shortcut for Class 02 students.
Abigail looked at Jeffrey in confusion. She rembered that her senior wasn’t such a casual person. The dical Skills Competition’s projects were very routine. Even the best ones might not et his standards unless his purpose…
Was her.
This speculation seed a bit narcissistic, but Abigail couldn’t find a more suitable reason.
She guessed his goal was to get her into his personal research lab.
And the Sincere Hospital internship was just a gimmick.
Understanding this, Abigail’s gaze towards Jeffrey grew more complicated. She recalled the information Brandon Piers found last night. Did he believe in the so-called learning in dreams, thinking he had grasped the essence of Dr. Smith’s knowledge, or was it because she beca a disciple of Old Mr. Smith?
But regardless, Jeffrey’s urgent need for her indicated that Brandon’s speculation was correct. The dication for supporting cardiac research, though it could enhance the body’s explosive power quickly, wasn’t enough to give the competitor an absolute advantage in the competition. Thus, Jeffrey needed to perfect the dication.
And she or her grandfather were probably his biggest breakthroughs.
Whew!
Abigail took a deep breath, gazing at Jeffrey’s departing figure with more coldness.
At this mont, Wilson asked Abigail, “Um… Do you have confidence?”
Wilson’s question drew the attention of Ralf Harvey, Lena Locke, Davis Hudson, and even Sophie Hope.
Abigail, “…”
“Confidence? Hahaha, they asked fat girl Green if she has confidence? That’s hilarious!” Just as everyone eagerly looked at Abigail, since now she was one of Old Mr. Smith’s close disciples, a girl beside Duncan Symons laughed mockingly at Abigail before she could speak.
Ralf, with a sharp tongue, imdiately retorted, “Wow, whose dog is barking? So scary!”
“You… bunch of paupers!” Celia Agatha fud, looking at Abigail, Ralf, and Wilson, and spat out these words.
Hearing Celia Agatha calling Abigail a pauper, Lena Locke imdiately stepped forward angrily, “Who are you calling a pauper? Let tell you, Abigail is from Moon Lake Manor. If she’s a pauper, then you’re a beggar!”
“Hahaha, Moon Lake Manor? Did I hear correctly? Did you say fat girl Green is from Moon Lake Manor? Are you joking? Just because the second young master helped her, does that make her a resident of Moon Lake Manor?” Celia Agatha initially lashed out without thinking. Hearing Lena Locke’s remark left her bewildered.
Lena realized her slip of tongue, apologetically looked at Abigail, “Abigail…”
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