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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nThe man was wearing black and white sportswear, his collar raised. He had zipped his jacket up to the top, covering his neck. He was tall and slender, his long legs crossed, revealing his delicate ankles.

nHe was leaning on the sofa lazily, his eyebrows and eyes concealed by his soft pitch-black hair. He was holding a book, flipping through it in boredom.

nHis every gesture was dignified and elegant.

nGallon was a bit surprised and sat down opposite him.

nThe atmosphere was dull.

nSo he took the initiative to talk to the man. “Are you also here to participate in the sports game?”

nHearing his words, Hunter didn’t even look up but gave a cold hmm, looking extremely unapproachable.

nGallon curled his lips. This guy was really arrogant.

n“Are you here to keep your sister company?” he asked again.

nSince he was so young, he certainly didn’t come here for his daughter, right?

n“Fiancée.” Hunter said briefly.

nFor some reason, his voice was gentle, revealing a hint of joy.

nGallon was surprised.

nWas Lance Middle School so open now?

nA girl student at such a young age already had a fiancé? And she even brought her fiancé to school with her?

nTsk, the moral degeneration of the world was getting worse day by day…

nThe man looked terribly hard to get along with. He wondered which girl was so unlucky to have such a fiancé.

nAfter a moment of silence, Hunter glanced at Gallon and asked carelessly. “What about you?”

nGallon didn’t know how to explain, so he replied casually. “I’m here to keep my girl company.”

nHunter raised his brows slightly.

nHmm… the same as him.

nAt this time, the door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man walked in. He adjusted his glasses and smiled. “I am Director Miller. The principal is tied up, so I’ll take care of the sports meeting for him. Are you together?”

n“No.” Gallon stood up and glanced at Hunter.

nHunter was still sitting lazily, flipping through the book in his hand without bothering to look up.

nGallon had never met a person so arrogant before.

nOh, this guy really liked putting on airs.

nDirector Miller opened the file in his hand and picked up a pen. “Which two students’ families are you? Let me record that first.”

n“Claire Smith.”

n“Claire Smith.”

nThe two of them spoke at the same time.

nAnd they were both stunned.

nDirector Miller wondered if there were two students with the same name.

nSo he asked again. “Which class is she in?”

n“Class One, Grade Three.”

n“Class One, Grade Three.”

nAgain in unison.

nGallon looked blankly at Hunter.

nHunter closed the book with a snap and finally raised his head. He frowned and stared at Gallon sharply, his eyes icy.

nThe two looked at each other, and there was a dead silence in the room.

nDirector Miller stood between them, awkwardly scratching his hair.

nWhat’s going on?

nIn Class One, Grade Three.

nThe classroom was very noisy.

nIt was full of students and their parents. They were all from wealthy families and knew each other. The classroom was full of false laughter and flattery.

nIn the back row by the window, Claire was sleeping in a prostrate position on the desk with a hat on her face.

nDerek suddenly sprained his foot earlier and had gone to the school infirmary. He was unable to participate in the sports meeting.

nSuddenly, the door of the classroom was kicked open.

nThe noisy classroom suddenly became silent.

nEveryone looked at the door.

nTwo tall figures were standing side by side at the entrance. In the sunshine, their figures seemed to be gilded, so dazzling.

nEveryone was stunned by their handsomeness.

n“Wow, they’re so handsome!”

n“Whose families are they? I really envy…”

nHunter and Gallon looked around the classroom, and almost at the same time, their gazes rested on the person’s head on the desk in the back row.

nUnder the public gaze, they walked straight to the back row.

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