Sam now understood.
There was never a club eting to begin with. Isabella had only inford him and Sophie, and it was likely that even Angel was unaware of this setup.
Well, that was a fine ss.
Fortunately, Angel hadn’t co looking for Sam after school today, which suggested she was busy with sothing else.
What was strange, though, was how Isabella seed to know everything.
How could she be sure nothing unexpected would happen? What if Angel ca looking for Sam here? Wouldn’t that just blow their cover?
Sam couldn’t figure it out.
But it seed he couldn’t afford to think too much about it right now.
The afternoon sun stread through the windows, casting its glow on the two young people.
Like the autumn scenery, it was resplendently beautiful.
Autumn isn’t a season ant for sorrow; all such connotations are rely human constructs. Every day has the potential to be joyful and wonderful.
"What’s going on?"
Sophie seed to have realized sothing was amiss as well. No one had arrived by this ti, which didn’t seem indicative of an important matter.
It felt almost like they had been duped, and the feeling was growing stronger.
Sam gave Sophie a wry smile.
"The situation is basically this: soone organized a flaking contest, and we ended up being the losers."
The clever Sophie quickly grasped Sam’s aning, and her face imdiately soured.
"What’s this all about? Is she sick in the head or what?"
"That’s just how she’s been, not just for a day or two."
"But why do this? To have and you co here alone, what’s she trying to pull? Yesterday..."
Suddenly, the words that were about to spill out halted as she unexpectedly locked eyes with Sam, and she swallowed them back.
It seed as if so answers were already on the tip of her tongue.
Sam shrugged. "What were you going to say?"
Sophie quickly turned her head away. "Nothing."
With that, she gathered up the book in front of her and picked up her backpack.
"Getting ready to head back?" Sam asked with a smile.
Sophie paused for a mont, then nodded.
"Yeah... what else is there to do? Just the two of us here, wouldn’t we look like a pair of fools?"
"Just call yourself a fool, why drag into it?"
"You’re the fool!"
Sophie retorted irritably, only to see Sam stand up neatly the next mont, circle the table, and quickly appear by her side.
"What are you doing?!" Sophie asked.
"I’m heading ho too," Sam replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It seed to remind Sophie that they lived very close to each other.
"...So why are you walking with ?" Sophie narrowed her eyes, as if warning this boy.
Sam looked fearless. After all, with things as they were, what was there to shrink back from?
Besides, with the reward from the system, Sam had also learned a special piece of information.
It was because of the incident at Angel’s house, as Sophia, who resided in Sophie’s body, had publicly used her superpowers, activating her own mission thread.
This proved that Sophie and Sophia were indeed one of the female leads.
Sam had already guessed the key elents that triggered this mission thread. The specific requirents or conditions were very likely related to the use of superpowers on Sam... but it might not be entirely accurate.
After all, Mia had also used her special dream superpowers on him, but it didn’t trigger a system prompt.
There were two possibilities: either Mia wasn’t one of the absolute female leads, or there were additional conditions that needed to be t simultaneously.
However, Sam wasn’t clear on the details and had no way of knowing, since this damn system didn’t give him any extra information.
Truly a ’heartless’ ga.
"What do you an ’walking with you’? Isn’t it possible that it’s just on the way? Are you that scared to walk with ?" Sam didn’t wait for Sophie to say anything else, this ti he decided to strike first.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Sophie’s instinctive reaction kicked in, and she looked straight at Sam. "Why would I be scared of you? I don’t know what nonsense you’re talking about."
"Then let’s go. Don’t rush, you’ll have plenty of ti to be anxious later."
"???"
Question marks seed to appear above the girl’s head, as if she didn’t quite understand what Sam ant by that.
Sam stood at the doorway, the waning sunlight draping over his body, making him seem as if he was glowing.
"What are you spacing out for?"
"Hmph."
Sophie lifted her head proudly, as if she was holding herself with great dignity, clearly very proud.
Of course, no matter how proudly she carried herself, her breasts were still the smallest among the female leads.
The two of them walked together down the long corridor, bathed in golden light.
Sam couldn’t help but think, if this were a red carpet, would it feel like walking into a wedding hall?
But right now, Sam didn’t dare to think about whether he would have a mont of walking into a church.
Would he not live to see that day, or was such a scene simply impossible to materialize?
Unclear.
Love is always beautiful, accompanied by the innocence of youth.
And those who leave a deep imprint in one’s life should have the best ending, even if it’s only in the depths of one’s heart.
They left the clubroom together.
"Sophie," Sam called out her na at the bus stop.
The girl turned around, "why are you calling my na? Do you need sothing?"
"That incident the other day... do you know about it?"
Sam probed to see if Sophie was clearly aware of what happened after she and Sophia switched control of the body.
Sophie seed to hesitate for a mont, then chose to nod, not lying.
"I know."
"Then do you know that Sophia, is actually like that?"
Sam thought back to the events of that day.
The soul that seed like a cute, adorable girl was not all there was to Sophia. She was smarter than Sam had thought, even to a sowhat dangerous extent.
That state, that expression, and the dangerous tendencies revealed in her words all gave Sam, who was very experienced and alert, a bad feeling.
Sophie let out a soft sigh.
"I don’t fully understand, and I didn’t know she could go that far... Anyway, I’m her big sister, and if there’s any responsibility to be taken, it’s on ."
As the bus approached from a distance and ca to a stop, they both boarded.
In the sowhat empty bus, they still didn’t sit together, choosing their usual spots—one in front of the other.
Sitting behind, Sam pondered, observing the girl’s flawless reflection in the window. She seed a bit downcast, perhaps feeling so guilt.
It was only in monts like these, when discussing her sister, that she might show such an expression.
"Even if you are her big sister, you don’t need to shoulder all the responsibility yourself. Everyone’s growth is their own journey, and your sister will grow too. As for that incident... I’m not trying to bla her."
Sophie’s gaze shifted slightly backward. "Then what are you trying to say?"
Sam exhaled deeply.
"I just want you to be careful. Angel also has supernatural abilities, and you should understand how dangerous and lethal that can be."
"So you want to stay away from her in the future?"
Sam smiled. "Could you do that?"
"Of course not."
"That’s why I’m just hoping you’ll limit your interactions with her as much as possible, try not to provoke her emotions. Even if you call a coward, or say that you’re not a weak person, I still have to say this: you know full well what could happen if you really make Angel lose her temper. I hope you’ll be more rational this ti.
Those who often walk the tightrope at great heights are bound to fall one day."
It sounded like he was talking about the girl in front of him.
But isn’t it also true for Sam himself?
He, too, was always walking on the edge of the wire, overlooking the abyss that could shatter him to pieces.
Sophie’s tone was sowhat subdued, or rather, there was a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Do you think I’m inferior to her?"
Sam watched her silhouette, observed the gentle sway of her hair at the nape of her neck.
"I’m just afraid of you getting hurt."
"I’m not that fragile." Her voice softened considerably with that statent.
With the bus’s gentle rocking, her words were almost lost in the motion.
Sam chuckled, then leaned forward, resting his arms on the back of her seat.
He was now just inches away from Sophie’s perfect profile.
In a soft voice, Sam said, "Those who have been hurt a lot often say they’re not fragile, but they don’t realize that it’s exactly this kind of situation that makes others feel the most heartache..."
Sophie turned her head to the side, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about..."
"How about trying out what it feels like to be protected by ?" Sam’s voice was tender, inviting.
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