Speaking as if occupying a higher position: "If she’s willing to have a al with us, she would co to the school celebration. Didn’t she just find an excuse not to co last ti? Sa this ti. How can it always be so coincidental; she just doesn’t want to eat with us."
"..." Tiffany Olsen frowned even more deeply without saying a word.
"Exactly. She’s Light Chaser, with millions of fans, it’s normal for her to look down on us. We’re just in different worlds, why bother sucking up to others." Velnisa Irvin didn’t wait for her to speak, elegantly hugged her books and said: "I’m not going either, you guys go ahead. I’m going back to the dorm to read!"
She knows there will be a robot programming competition soon.
Although she studies Chinese dicine, she’s quite talented in computing. Her high school teacher ntioned this competition is world-class.
Those selected would go abroad to represent the country in the competition.
She wants to participate in this competition.
If she can stand out in this competition, she could change her fate, and consequently, her family’s fate.
Thinking this, Velnisa Irvin looked at Tiffany Olsen, Ezra Hoffman, and the others, and felt that these people grew up in the city, pampered since childhood, and were fundantally different from herself.
However, Nathalie Quinlan and she both ca from small towns. She initially thought she and Nathalie would have common topics, but after eting once, all that was left was disappointnt.
Without saying more, she hugged her book and walked away.
As soon as she walked away.
Tiffany Olsen, furious, said, "What’s her problem? Why do I feel she has a big hostility towards Nathalie Quinlan? Nathalie didn’t provoke her and even brought glory to our departnt. She doesn’t need to target Nathalie."
Ezra Hoffman glanced at the girl’s straight departing back, with an understanding expression, his hands in his pockets, and said coldly, "So people always maintain an ’everyone is drunk, I’m the only sober one’ mindset, thinking they’re different from others. Just ignore her, let’s go."
Tiffany Olsen didn’t understand what he ant, but since Ezra Hoffmann usually doesn’t speak much among the boys, even though Tiffany didn’t get his point, she still automatically followed him along with the others and went to the cafeteria together.
*
Outside Tsinghua University’s gate.
Nathalie Quinlan just hung up Jhovany Sullivan’s phone call.
As she walked out, she saw Jhovany Sullivan, Justin Wafford, and Clerent Miller and a big group of people waiting for her under the shade of trees across the road.
"Nathalie!"
Clerent Miller, with sharp eyes, spotted Nathalie imdiately, and stood on tiptoe waving at her.
Nathalie saw them, her lips curled into a smile, hands in pockets, just about to cross the road.
A black sedan stopped right in front of her, blocking her path.
The car door opened at this mont.
Two people got out from the car.
Seeing them, Nathalie’s eyes quickly turned cold, her expression weary, voice slightly hoarse: "Good dogs don’t block the road."
Emilia Sullivan and Cindy Lawrence, infuriated by her words, rolled their eyes; especially Cindy Lawrence, who tightened her grip on her cane, almost ready to raise it and hit the girl.
But rembering her purpose today, she forcibly held back her anger, barely squeezing out a benevolent expression, though her face contorted: "Nathalie, do you have ti, have a cup of water."
"No ti." The girl replied quickly and was about to bypass them and cross the road.
Seeing that she was not planning to pay any attention to herself, Emilia Sullivan urgently ran to block her, pleading in a low voice: "Nathalie. Your grandmother finally ca to Beijing this ti; be considerate of her age, have a drink with her. I promise it won’t take much of your ti."
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