The Female Leads Truly Loves You Chapter 157: Come to my house after school

After a sester apart, classmates eagerly greeted each other, intimately sharing amusing stories from their sumr vacation.

Laughter and playful noises filled the classroom until the start of the morning self-study period, when the noise finally ceased.

Sam, as always, appeared nonchalant, flipping through his books in a show of study, primarily because he didn’t really need to focus hard to grasp these materials—a quick glance was all it took for his brain to automatically morize the necessary information.

He also didn’t need the teacher to repeat explanations to understand them.

Watching the glamorous female teacher approach the podium, seeing her serious deanor, Sam couldn’t help but think of her contrasting persona from that night—a stark difference.

Who would have thought that the teacher, who at this mont lectured with ticulous care and seriousness, could also embody such a passionate and unrestrained side?

And it was precisely this contrast that firmly captivated Sam; she indeed had a lot of charm.

Finally, it was ti for lunch.

Louis imdiately tapped Sam on the shoulder.

"Let’s go, it’s ti to eat. My gosh, a morning of classes almost killed ."

Seeing him stretching and looking exhausted, Sam teased,

"You spent the morning practically sleeping on the desk, acting as if it’s so exhausting. Can sleeping really wear you out?"

Louis replied, "Was I sleeping? I was just closing my eyes to listen to the class, which helps concentrate better, you know?"

Sam really wanted to joke: "Listening to the lecture with your eyes closed, are you cultivating immortality?"

The two, as usual, headed to the cafeteria together.

As Sam and Louis got their food and found a place to sit, Sam caught a glimpse of Asher and his friends, who seed to be discussing sothing.

Now, Sam didn’t particularly dislike the trio, but he couldn’t say he was very close to them either. They were fine as casual friends.

Before the three could approach, and before Louis could even start his al, a familiar figure cast a shadow over them.

Sam, montarily stunned by the familiar shape of this figure, turned around, as did Louis, to see Heiress standing beside them with her al tray, her expression calm yet sohow oppressive.

Her exquisite and stunning face seed to hold a disdain for the mundane, a silent judgnt on all who t her gaze.

Sam instinctively looked at Louis, who seed to have already felt the formidable aura emanating from her.

He imdiately fumbled with his tray, "Sam, it looks like... Angel has sothing she wants to talk to you about... I’m going to eat sowhere else."

"No, wait...!"

"We can talk back in the classroom!"

Louis was already making his escape.

It seed Angel’s capacity to intimidate was universal, affecting others perhaps even more intensely than Sam himself.

But Louis, really? Abandoning him at such a critical mont?

Sam’s last hope was on the other side.

He saw Asher and his trio, originally heading over to speak with Sam, imdiately turn and leave in perfect sync.

It was like a choreographed dance.

So precise, not a beat missed!

Damn!

Left with no choice, Sam also picked up his tray, but then,

"Try walking away, see what happens."

"..."

Sam set the tray down again, took a resigned breath, and then turned to face Heiress, who had taken a seat in front of him.

"What do you want? Why do my friends act so panicked when they see you coming? Did you intimidate them?"

Angel glanced at him.

"How could I intimidate them? They just know better. Besides, you can’t expect to treat them specially just because they’re your friends, right?"

Indeed, Sam couldn’t expect Angel to change her behavior towards strangers just for his sake.

That was an unrealistic hope.

"Alright, you’re looking for at this ti... is there sothing you need?"

Sam glanced around, unsurprisingly noticing nurous covert glances, all curious about his relationship with the well-known Heiress, making her first appearance at a boy’s lunch table.

"Can’t I look for you without a reason?"

Angel raised an eyebrow. Ordinary girls approach relationships with boys in a shy and anxious manner, but this girl did it with a threat.

Sam chuckled.

"It’s not really that, just that I don’t see the necessity. After all, there’s not much you can do in the short span of lunchti."

His last remark hinting at sothing more.

But Angel simply looked directly at Sam, her gaze seemingly laced with the temptation to provoke.

"Is that so? Do you want to try having sex in school? It seems like I happened to have brought white stockings and sexy underwear today..." Angel whispered in a voice only they could hear.

White stockings and sexy underwear?

Sam glanced at the other person.

Although it was an ordinary sumr dress, it had a unique aura when worn by Angel. Coupled with her perfect figure and stunning legs... If she were to wear white stockings on those sexy long legs under this black pleated skirt, and then lift her skirt to reveal the sexy underwear... Wow!

Just thinking about it, Sam was already on the verge of getting an erection.

"Really?"

"Of course, I’m kidding. What do you take for?"

Angel sneered, as if seeing right through Sam’s weaknesses.

Sam imdiately lost interest.

"I knew it would be like this. Boring."

But Angel leaned in a bit closer to her face.

With a face full of allure, she approached Sam, lowering her voice amidst his puzzled look.

"If you want to see in white stockings, it’s not impossible... co to my house after school."

Damn it!

How does that not sound like sothing a girl should say? It’s more like sothing a bad guy would say to trick little girl into going back to his place.

"Why do you like inviting to your house so much?"

Sam restrained his desire, trying to appear serious.

Angel let out a cold laugh.

"Do you think just anyone is afforded this privilege? Inviting you is a grace bestowed upon you."

"Then you might as well make this grace a grand prize; it would seem even more precious."

"Cut the smirk. Are you coming or not? You haven’t finished what you promised."

"What promise?"

Sam looked at her hesitantly.

Angel’s lips curled into a confident smirk.

"Drawing. You haven’t finished it. It was supposed to be done before the sumr break, but I let you go back to your hotown. You should be thanking ."

Sam blinked.

"We’re in this kind of relationship... isn’t the drawing thing not that important anymore?"

Trying to play the emotion card.

After all, with that kind of relationship already happening, insisting on her drawing in front of him... was just weird.

But Angel wasn’t buying it. She looked at Sam.

"What kind of relationship are we?"

"...You know, that kind."

Sam knew what she wanted to hear, but he just didn’t want to say it.

Angel narrowed her eyes, whispering softly.

"Answer correctly, and you can choose whatever outfit you want to wear."

Hmm?

Anything?

Sam coughed.

"Of course, we’re just friends."

Upon hearing this, Angel’s expression instantly turned cold, as if flash-frozen.

Her gaze beca icy and nacing.

She stared straight at Sam.

"Co to my house after school. Don’t make send soone to fetch you."

Is that really an invitation?

Sam doubted this, looking at the girl as she stood up, he said helplessly.

"You haven’t taken your lunchbox."

But Angel turned her head, giving him a charming yet dangerous smile.

"This is specially prepared for you, enjoy."

With that, she turned and left elegantly.

Leaving only the envious gazes of others on Sam.

Sam had a bad feeling, opening the lunchbox in front of him.

The food was indeed lavish and high-class, even containing luxurious items like caviar and lobster at...

It seed perfectly fine, but as Sam’s spoon delved in, he quickly felt an unusual texture.

Carefully turning over the ingredients, he was shocked to find the bottom covered with... razor blades.

Razor blades?!

Is this necessary?

And those envious gazes were still on Sam.

"Sigh, to have Angel deliver him lunch, he truly is a lucky guy favored by Cupid."

"Yeah, yeah... she’s the most elegant girl in our school!"

Envious, huh? Why don’t you give it a try?

Sam sighed.

Throughout the afternoon, nothing noteworthy occurred until, just before school was dismissed, Sam received a ssage in advance.

Consequently, he headed straight to the club activity room after school.

With his hands in his pockets, he navigated through the familiar architecture of the school and the surrounding trees.

The sunlight pierced through the gaps in the leaves, casting totem-like patterns on Sam’s face. Passing through the crowd, he walked along the sun-drenched corridor to the door of the activity room.

With a clang, Sam pushed the door open. However, he didn’t enter.

Instead, he spread his arms wide and tilted his head back, resembling a figure of Jesus receiving the holy light—though, of course, there was no holy light, just two bewildering gazes directed at him.

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"Sam... what are you doing?" the gentle senior holding a coffee cup inside asked, looking puzzled at the indifferent girl nearby.

The girl made no effort to hide her disdainful look.

"These boys are all intermittently neurotic..."

Sam lowered his hands and, smiling, walked into the activity room.

"The most handso man in Kuhang has arrived. Why aren’t you all kneeling in worship?"

After a sumr apart, the gentle and elegant senior, Isabella, pondered.

"Kneeling? Is Sam declaring himself a king?"

Sophie, giving no quarter, retorted. "Maybe we should hit him on the head with a stick to bring him back to his senses."

"No need for sticks, Sophie."

Sophie put down her book.

"A baseball bat might also be a good choice," she mused.

Isabella glanced at Sam.

"Indeed, if Sam behaved more gentlemanly and respected the girls’ wishes, we would use the baseball bat, right?"

"...Damn."

Sam, left with no choice, spread his hands and then sat down.

There were no club activities at the mont, so they were there just for a casual exchange of sumr stories and fun facts.

Isabella, seeming to have noticed sothing, winked at Sam.

"It seems the relationship between Sam and Sophie has progressed quite rapidly over the sumr, hasn’t it?"

Sophie made a face and said, "Who’s gotten closer? I’ve got nothing to do with him."

Though their relationship had indeed progressed, she found it impossible to admit in front of others, sothing Sam of course understood.

Sam just smiled.

"It’s alright. But it was through the Sumr Camp Experience that I discovered Sophie’s charming side."

"Eh?"

Sophie quietly blushed, lowering her head slightly.

What nonsense is Sam spouting... How am I charming?

Hmm? I’ve always been charming, haven’t I?

After a brief exchange, Sophie and Sam prepared to head back.

In the end, Isabella glanced at the two of them.

"If you have any interesting club activities in mind, feel free to discuss them with . Don’t make the only one making decisions."

Sam naturally looked at Isabella.

"You’re the club president, who else if not you?"

"As the club president, my first task is obviously to develop your skills. So, it’s up to you now. Give a proposal each by tomorrow, and I’ll choose from them!"

"You’re just being lazy," Sam said.

Isabella, proud, hands on her hips, her attractive figure unmistakable.

"How else would I be your president? Alright, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow."

They left the activity room together.

Sophie glanced at Sam, seemingly wanting to say sothing, but remained silent for a long ti.

Until Sam suddenly said, "How’s that telescope?"

Catching Sophie off guard, she blushed, adjusting her hair that wasn’t actually ssy.

"Ah... It’s not bad, why?"

"Just asking."

"Oh."

After walking for a bit, Sam seed to have nothing more to say, but Sophie couldn’t help herself.

"Do you know about that thing..."

"Hm? Which thing?"

Sophie said impatiently, "The thing about the Sumr Camp Experience..."

"Of course, I know. What about it?"

"Angel knows too, got it?" Sophie couldn’t help but say.

Sam nodded, his expression unchanged.

"So she knows, so what?"

Seeing Sam’s calm deanor, Sophie looked at him, puzzled.

"Aren’t you afraid of her?"

Sam scoffed.

"Are you joking? Why would I be afraid of an heiress? That’s just not possible."

As they reached the door, Sam saw a familiar black sedan parked nearby. He instinctively wanted to hurry past, a bad feeling washing over him.

But quickly, the car door opened.

A woman in a suit approached him swiftly.

Sophie looked at them, puzzled.

Who is this stranger, this seemingly cold young woman?

Sam knew who she was; Angel’s personal driver, a woman who appeared very skilled.

She looked at Sam and spoke coldly.

"Sam, please get in the car. The miss wants to see you."

Sam couldn’t contradict himself in front of Sophie.

He looked up.

"Today’s not a good ti, maybe next ti."

But the woman blocked Sam’s path, staring at him intently.

"Please get in the car. This is not a negotiation."

Sam asked with a smile, "And what if I refuse?"

As he spoke, he tensed his muscles, ready to react at a mont’s notice. In terms of strength, he feared no one now.

But instead of attacking Sam directly, the woman reached towards her collar as if searching for sothing.

Sam paused, activating his X-ray Vision.

He saw... a gun!

Sam imdiately said, "I’ve just rembered I am quite free, after all. Let’s go."

"Eh?"

Sophie, caught off guard, stared at Sam.

Sam shook his head apologetically at Sophie.

"Sophie, it’s ti you learned to go ho by yourself, sorry."

Sophie: ???