Only you in my love

Chapter 935 They Are About To Fight

It rained all night. The morning sky was bright. The beautiful leaves looked vibrant. Even in such a

cloudy day, the air was fresh and pleasant.

There were few people on the street, where a cleaner in an orange uniform was sweeping the road,

and the bamboo broom made rustling sound.

Mouth-watering aromas rose up from booths at the school gate, where there sold steaming steamed

stuffed bun and soybean milk, as well as the fried noodles and glutinous rice rolls that Onyx wanted to

eat.

In front of a booth stood several students.

Sound touched her belly unconsciously, feeling that she could have another breakfast. She walked up

to the queue, bought the glutinous rice roll with potatoes, and the fried noodles with eggs that Keyla Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

wanted last night.

When she was about to enter the school with two bags in her hands, the security guard reached out

and stopped her. "You can't take the breakfast to the school. You should eat them up before you enter."

Sound was stunned and wanted to retort that others had also brought the breakfast with them. But

when she turned around, she found that her classmates were putting the breakfast into their

schoolbags.

"...."

Well, it was the first time that she did it, after all.

Sound thought of something. She hurried out of the school gate, turned to a place where the security

guard couldn't see her, and put the breakfast in her bag.

Suddenly, a pair of legs appeared in front of her. Sound was shocked. Was it possible that the security

guard was chasing after her and staring at her?

She raised her head slowly and found that it was Sampson. She breathed a sigh of relief. Since

Sampson's sudden appearance made her heart skip a beat, she glared at Sampson.

Sampson took out a paper bag and put it in front of Sound, reminding her, "If you directly put the

breakfast in your schoolbag without a paper bag, it would leave some smell on your bag."

Then he left.

Sound blinked. It was not until she saw Sampson enter the school that she realized what had

happened. She frowned and looked at the paper bag in her hand.

'Does he want to pacify me with such a bag? No way!'

Sound folded the paper bag and put it into her schoolbag. Then she put the breakfast in it and easily

entered the school.

With a bag of steamed bun and two bottles of soy milk in his hand, Reid complained when he saw

Sampson come back, "It looks too ugly. Why did you take my bag? That's a carefully chosen bag for

my princess."

The princess in Reid's words was Josie, the campus belle of the No. 3 High School.

"My princess will take the college entrance examination in two months. She has been working so hard

recently that she can't even have a good breakfast." With a distressed look on his face, Reid

remembered that Sampson was also going to take the college entrance examination this year. "Why do

you look so idle? You are going to take the college entrance examination soon."

Sampson spat out a sentence, "I have good grades."

Reid was rendered speechless.

'Yes, you are right. But Sampson, can you be more modest?'

They walked side by side to the teaching building. Holding the breakfast in his hand, Reid thought for a

while and said, "No, I can't send it to my princess. It looks so ugly without my beautiful paper bag. I'd

better eat it myself."

Then Reid took a bite of the bun. The fresh and tender gravy flowed into his mouth, and his eyes lit up.

"Yummy! The steamed buns here are really delicious. No wonder the student in front of me bought

more than ten buns just now." He was chewing a steamed bun and his words couldn't sound clearly.

Judging from the expression on Reid's face, one could tell that the steamed buns were delicious.

"Sampson, want one?"

"No." Sampson paused for a moment, turned around and asked, "Is it really delicious?"

"Of course. If you don't believe me, you can have a try." Reid took out a steamed bun and gave it to

Sampson. "Of course the food my princess likes is delicious."

Staring at the steamed buns for a while, Sampson didn't eat one. He put the buns into his pocket and

asked, "How about the glutinous rice rolls and fried noodles outside?"

"The glutinous rice rolls are okay, but the fired noodles are kind of dirty. A girl I knew had diarrhea after

she ate it, but I don't know if today's booth is the one she went to. After all, there is no need to rent a

booth at the school gate. Booths might be different every day."

Sampson's eyes flashed.

"I have something else to do. You can go."

"What?" Reid wondered what Sampson could do. The class was about to begin. But it was hard to get

an answer from Sampson. He seemed to be in a bad mood now. Therefore, Reid just nodded and left.

It took Sound some time to line up to buy breakfast. What's more, she went to a corner and put the

breakfast in her schoolbag, which took her a lot of time. Before she entered the teaching building, the

bell rang.

Her classmates started to run.

Sound looked back and found that there was no one behind her. She seemed to be the last one. She

had to trot and ran into the teaching building. When she stepped on the stairs, Sampson suddenly

appeared.

Sound was startled again.

Sound hated this. She patted her chest and stared at him. "Sampson! You..."

"Give me your schoolbag." Sampson reached out his hand to her without any emotion in his eyes.

Sound was angry. 'That is my schoolbag. Why should I give it to you?' Sound retorted, "Sampson, don't

talk to me, or others will know that we know each other."

She stressed the last sentence on purpose.

Sampson knew that she was angry, but the most important thing at the moment was that he could let

Sound eat the noodles, or she might have a stomachache.

"Give it to me.

The fried noodles are dirty. I'll exchange the steamed buns with you."

As Sampson spoke, he took out a steamed bun and handed it to Sound. Sincere lights flickered in his

eyes.

Sound was now disgusted with Sampson's indifferent expression, as if she was the only one who cared

about the friendship between them.

This made her very angry. She couldn't help retorting, "How do you know that? There are so many

people buying it. Class has begun. Don't get in my way."

Sound wanted to pass by, but Sampson stopped her and repeated, "Don't eat fried noodles."

Sound repeated helplessly, "Don't get in the way. I don't want your steamed buns, and I won't eat the

fried noodles. Okay?"

Sound's tone and gaze seemed to be perfunctory. Sampson thought that she was deliberately lying to

him.

Sound hadn't eaten any food from a booth since she was a little girl. She would easily get sick if she

ate something unclean. The key point was that she suffered from CIPA, so she couldn't even notice

whether she was sick.

Sampson told himself that he had to keep an eye on Sound. He wouldn't let what had happened in the

past happen again.

Noticing that Sound was unwilling to exchange, Sampson had to grab the schoolbag by himself.

Fortunately, Sound reacted quickly. Sampson stretched out his hand but failed to get it. The bell of the

morning self-study class rang. Sound asked impatiently, "Sampson, are you going to oppose me?"

"No." Sampson repeated, "I said I would exchange with you."

"I told you I won't exchange. Get out of the way." Sound pushed him hard, and the bun fell down from

Sampson's hand and rolled, stopping at Sound's foot.

It happened so suddenly. It only took Sound about 1/4 of a second to react before she stepped on the

bun. How could she be so agile?

She stepped on it.

Sound blinked and didn't know what to say.

She didn't mean it.

The dramatic scene happened to be seen by a student who was late. It was a boy with a few upright

strands of hair on his head. It seemed that he got up late.

The boy walked up to them in embarrassment and called softly, "Sampson." Then he walked past

Sampson and Sound and ran ahead.

He rushed into the classroom. Before he put down his schoolbag, he took out his mobile phone and

typed something to a chat group.

Clay: I saw Sampson just now. He was at the stairs with the transfer student of class nine.

Clay: @Reid Your new classmate is awesome. She pushed Sampson and stepped on his bun.

Clay: It was a steamed bun with meat. I smell it.

Clay: If I hadn't seen it, they might have fought at the stairway.

Clay: What a big grudge between them!