Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 337

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“Huh?”

Madeleine couldn’t follow his train of thought. “Bad?

How do you know?

Have you eaten there?”

“I just heard!”

Roderick’s tone was a bit rushed, as if she’d stepped on his tail.

“Anyway… the food’s not great. Harvard University is different,

though.”

Madeleine was even more baffled. “Roderick, are you okay?

Getting concerned about whether a university cafeteria is good

or not?

This doesn’t sound like you.

Since when did you become a food critic?”

Roderick was left speechless by Madeleine’s barrage of

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questions, his cheeks growing warm. Luckily, the afterglow of

the sunset provided some cover.

He quickened his pace, flustered and annoyed, putting some

distance between them as he muttered, “I can’t talk to someone

as shortsighted as you!

Am I talking about the cafeteria!”

Madeleine watched his back as he got worked up for no reason,

thinking he was being especially weird today.

Wasn’t he talking about the cafeteria?

She finished her Mung Bean Popsicle in a couple of bites,

jogged to catch up, and poked him in the back with the empty

stick. “Hey!

Ricki, explain yourself. What does MIT’s crappy cafeteria food

have to do with me?

Do I pick a school based on its cafeteria?”

Roderick stopped abruptly, turned around, and almost bumped

right into Madeleine.

He looked down at Madeleine’s flushed cheeks from her jog

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and her clear eyes, which were utterly clueless, and a surge of

nameless anger mixed with unspeakable frustration welled up

inside him.

He took a deep breath, as if he’d made a huge decision, and

said in a rush:

“What I mean is!

Harvard!

Harvard is better than MIT in every way!

The faculty, the campus, and… anyway, it’s just better!

You… can’t you have some ambition!”

Madeleine was even more confused, blinking. “I know Harvard

is better, but MIT is closer to home. Besides, Roderick, since

when do you care so much about my future?

Aren’t you supposed to be hoping I mess up?”

“I…”

Roderick was left speechless, his face turning beet red. Finally,

he almost gave up and growled, “Who cares about you!

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I’m just worried that if you go to a place like MIT, you’ll

embarrass me when people find out we were high school

classmates!”

After saying that, as if he couldn’t stand the conversation

anymore, he practically fled in a panic, his steps so fast it was

like a ghost was chasing him.

Madeleine stood there, watching his stiff, uncoordinated

retreat, and angrily threw the popsicle stick in her hand into a

nearby trash can.

“Ricki, you psycho, you egomaniac!

Who’d want to be your classmate anyway!”

She had no idea that beneath the boy’s clumsy words, wrapped

in disdain and provocation, was a wildly beating heart that

wanted to get closer but had no idea how.

When he said, “Harvard is better,” the subtext was, “I want to go

to the same place as you.”

When he complained that “MIT’s cafeteria food sucks,” the

subtext was, “I don’t want you to have to put up with that.”

When he worried about being “embarrassed by her,” the subtext

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was, “I want your future to be connected to mine.”

However, to the straightforward Madeleine, all these convoluted

feelings just sounded like Roderick’s typical regional

stereotyping and personal attacks.

The setting sun stretched their shadows long, one stomping her

foot in anger, the other fleeing in a blind panic.

Teenage crushes are sometimes like that, using the sharpest

words to express the softest feelings, only to end up with the

complete opposite result, causing a series of comical

misunderstandings.

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