After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 75

I sighed, closing my phone.

As I stepped out of school, two tall, handsome men caught my eye near the entrance.

Their presence turned heads, students whispering excitedly as they walked past.

“Who’s that?” I heard one girl exclaim. “He’s gorgeous!”

“That’s Eric,” her friend replied. “He used to be on the school’s baseball team. Just a few days ago, he was scouted by the prestigious Ravens National Baseball Club, and now he’s training with the national team. He just got back today.”

As I approached my car, Eric turned to me, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“You’re Sophia, right?” His voice was smooth, but there was something sharp in his gaze.

I frowned. “Who’s asking?”

He smirked, crossing his arms.

“So you’re the girl who spends old men’s money, huh? You’re all over the forums right now. Everyone knows.”

I didn’t get annoyed when those words were thrown at me;

I simply sneered. I narrowed my eyes, refusing to let his words get under my skin.

“And you must be the gossip king, spreading rumors to make yourself feel important.”

For guys like Eric, hearing rumors about girls was nothing more than entertainment.

They didn’t understand the deep pain it caused the person at the center of it all.

Instead of sympathy, they found amusement in the chaos, humiliating others with jokes and using their tears to satisfy their own warped psyches. It was sickening to witness.This culture of indifference and mockery not only perpetuated a cycle of hurt but also reinforced the toxic environment that thrived on insecurity and drama.

As I stood there, I felt a surge of determination to speak out against this behavior, to reclaim the narrative and remind them that the lives they toyed with were not just punchlines; they were filled with struggles, dreams, and the undeniable right to dignity.

Without letting my emotions flare, I calmly asked, “Your name is Eric, right?”

Eric exuded a theatrically shocked expression.

“You know me, huh? I heard you even adopted Ryan in the past! Is that true? You don’t have your eye on me, do you? I’m not the kind of person who eats soft food!”

“No! How do you people talk like that? Laozi is still quite handsome, alright!” he shouted after me, but I ignored him completely.

My car roared to life, and I drove away, leaving him standing there, frustration etched on his face as I disappeared into the distance.

That evening, as I was absorbed in my revision, my phone rang.

I glanced at the screen and saw Lirian’s name flash back at me.

“Hello?” I answered, curious about the reason for his call.

‘There's a baseball game at school this weekend and I'll be playing then.’ Lirian said, sounding a little nervous, ‘I might ...... be playing against Ryan then. Will you still come and cheer me on?’

I recalled hearing chatter about a baseball tournament happening this weekend—an exchange game featuring our school’s baseball team against a professional team.

Ryan is the captain of our school's baseball team, so that means...Lirian will play for a professional team?

The realization hit me like a jolt of electricity: this meant I would be witnessing a match between Ryan and Lirian. The prospect ignited a strange thrill within me.