Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 359

[CrimsonGlory: @Julian @Alaric @Cyril, acknowledge.]

[Cyril: Yes, Grandpa.]

[Alaric: Understood.]

[Julian: ...Received.]

Those dots were Julian's final, desperate act of rebellion.

At noon, the moment the bell rang, the students of the Elite Talent Building poured out of their classrooms like wild animals escaping a cage.

Vivienne despised rush hour crowds. She usually waited until the building was mostly empty before taking her time to pack up.

Knowing her habits, Bianca leisurely pulled up the campus's Skyview Dining Hall menu on her phone. "Vivi, what do you want to eat today?"

As the premier aristocratic academy in Athelvia, the school's dining facility was unbelievably luxurious. All five floors offered exquisite cuisine from across the globe.

Vivienne was running on absolutely zero fuel and was starving. Without a second thought, she said, "Meat."

Bianca nodded, locking in their reservation on her phone. "Let's go. I ordered you the Vindrell City braised meatballs."

The two packed their bags, but just as they stepped out of the classroom, they ran straight into Cyril Ravenshire.

Bianca's face lit up. "Cyril! What are you doing here?"

Vivienne's eyebrow twitched. She stared at Bianca with deep suspicion.

Three years ago, this girl couldn't even stand the sight of Cyril, constantly whispering 'bastard child' behind his back. When did they get so close?

That 'beloved by everyone' aura really wasn't a joke.

Cyril's lips curved into a smile as he gently shook his phone.

Bianca instantly remembered the morning chat messages. "Oh! Are you here to take Vivi to the clinic? But we just booked a table and were about to grab lunch."

"I can wait until you're done eating," Cyril said smoothly.

Vivienne waved her hand. "See ya—"

Before she could finish, Bianca enthusiastically chimed in, "Do you have lunch plans, Cyril? If not, come eat with us!"

At the mention of the comic, Bianca's tone turned slightly sour, tinged with genuine jealousy. "You've never drawn a comic book for me, and you still claim you don't like him?"

Vivienne dragged a hand down her face.

Kill me now.

How did this colossal misunderstanding even happen?

The absolute truth was that every time she saw Cyril getting bullied, she intentionally provoked him further, purely to see what kind of unhinged reaction he would have when pushed into a corner.

But this guy was a total freak of nature. He could be getting ruthlessly bullied, but the second she stepped in to kick him while he was down, he instantly revived with full health. Not only did he effortlessly deflect her provocations, but he always managed to turn the tables and leave her grinding her teeth in sheer rage.

The comic book was the perfect example.

Wait!

A sharp glint flashed in Vivienne's eyes. "How do you know I drew a comic for him?"

Wasn't that supposed to be a secret?