Not only was this guy intimidating, but he also called people “wifey” upon first meeting!
The next second, the boy stood up. I realized he was several inches taller than Ethan, who was already 6’1
He offered no explanation.
His long fingers hooked the collar of his jacket and tossed it over his shoulder.
“Let’s go.”
“The school gates are about to close.”
I came to my senses and replied with a sound of acknowledgment.
Then I followed him out.
The boy had an impressive build.
He guided a black bicycle with one hand.
He stood out naturally–people passing by kept glancing at him.
But he seemed accustomed to the attention.
I deliberately walked slower to keep some distance between us.
But I noticed he slowed down too.
The setting sun cast his shadow right at my feet.
He turned to look at me:
“You know, even snails move faster than you.”
Me: ……
He’s really something else.
Walking all the way back, I discovered he lived in my neighborhood.
He noticed too, a smile playing at his lips.
Later, I learned from Maddie that his name was Chase.
Lincoln High’s notorious bad boy.
Chapter 4
Apparently, people followed him to the cafeteria and called him “daddy.”
Me: Gang activity!!
But at lunchtime, I saw a group of guys following Chase, pushing forward with his meal card:
“Chase, my monthly allowance is gone. Help a brother out.”
“Me too, man. You’re the real MVP.”
He seemed to sense my gaze, looked at me, then casually said:
“Get lost.”
Yet he still handed over his card.
The group immediately dispersed.
So that’s what “calling him daddy” meant.
A few days later, our homeroom teacher organized one–on–one tutoring pairs.
Basically, the top student would help the bottom student.
The second–ranked student would help the second–to–last student.
And so on.
“Alright, let’s assign partners.”
“Starting with Lily.”
“Who’s at the very bottom? The very bottom?”
A boy in front was about to stand and raise his hand.
Someone behind me stood up and said coolly:
“Me.”
The boy turned around: “Don’t mess around, Chase. You scored two points higher than me on the last test.”
“Teacher, I’m really the worst student.”
“Class president, help me out here.”
I’d been appointed class president a few days earlier.
Chase gave the boy a look:
Chapter 4
“I cheated on that test.”
The guy reluctantly sat down, muttering: “Just a few points difference and you still needed to cheat?”
Me: ……
While tutoring Chase, I discovered he barely attempted any questions during exams.
But when I had him complete a test paper, he achieved a nearly perfect score.
So why was he at the bottom of the class?
I checked his other papers.
I see–he was terrible at humanities subjects. Talk about lopsided abilities.
After I explained a few problems, he quickly grasped the concepts.
People good at math are always smart.
I felt a bit jealous.
After all, I’d been diligently doing homework since elementary school, rarely going out even on weekends.
After getting into my previous top–ranked school, I would study until late at night, and when I got tired, I’d splash cold water on my face in the bathroom and continue reviewing the day’s material.
I had merely explained a few concepts, and he could already understand and apply them.
After tutoring him for a while, I realized Chase had an excellent memory.
His essay–writing skills, however, were seriously lacking.
So I explained the key points of essay writing:
‘You can enhance your writing with appropriate rhetorical devices and idioms, then expand your narrative.”
After a while, he leaned back against the desk behind him.
Eyebrow raised, he asked:
“Like what?”
“Just try making a sentence with some figures of speech.”
He chuckled lightly:
“Hmm.”
Chaywer 4
“For example, The class president and I both fell asleep at the desk earlier.“”
“I could add some poetic phrases…”
I looked at him encouragingly.
The early summer heat was intensifying. I picked up the juice my mom had brought and took a sip.
He looked at me, his dark eyes deep and intense:
“The class president and I engaged in passionate, earth–shattering intimacy earlier.”
“Pfft!”
