When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 25

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No one spoke, but all eyes were on her. Rowan couldn’t lift her head; she didn’t look at anyone, but she knew the kind of expressions they would have–pity, disdain, disgust, and more.

She couldn’t bear it any longer and rushed out of the classroom.

Even in such distress, so eager to escape their gazes, she still didn’t forget to cover for Serena and herself.

She limped awkwardly out, her movements ungraceful and even unsightly.

Indigo’s gaze paused briefly, and when it landed on Serena, it was filled with disgust.

Rowan headed to the restroom, pretending to limp all the way, and nearly fell headlong when her knee hit the stair railing.

The noise caught the attention of passersby, their lips curled in indifference, their eyes mocking. Not one approached to help or ask if she was alright.

Rowan fought back tears, determined not to let them fall.

She squatted on the ground, rubbing her bruised knee, and found herself not wanting to stand up again, not wanting to face her deskmate’s betrayal.

So nice, so pretty, my new deskmate—we ate together, queued together, went to the restroom together, shared skewers together.

The beautiful memories flashed before her eyes, but the nicer they were, the more painful the betrayal felt now.

The tears she’d been holding back finally fell. She cried loudly, disregarding her image; after all, she never really had one.

She didn’t know how long she cried, her eyes dry, her face mask smeared with snot and tears, disgusting even to herself.

As she was about to wipe her face after taking off her mask, a stack of tissues appeared before her.

Those delicate, fair fingers–I know whose they are, but I don’t want to face her now. I don’t know what to say to her, and I’m afraid she’ll find me ugly in this state.

Rowan kept her head down, unmoving.

Serena spoke, her mood somber, her voice low, “Haven’t cried enough yet?”

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Rowan detected the mood but didn’t want to go along with it today, feeling a bit petulant.

“I didn’t sign up for the welcome event.”

Rowan looked up sharply, “What?”

“I didn’t betray you.”

She had been betrayed many times and knew how it felt. The closer the relationship, the deeper the hurt.

“You don’t believe me?” Serena sounded annoyed; she disliked having to explain herself.

Suddenly, the clouds in Rowan’s mind cleared.

“I believe you! As long as you say it, I believe everything you say!”

She snatched the tissues from Serena’s hand, as if afraid she might run away.

A thought from Margaret suddenly crossed Serena’s mind. Ms. Quinn always said, if you can’t speak up, there will always be someone willing to believe you.

Serena looked at Rowan in front of her, “Hmm.”

Rowan finally caught on, “Is it Sidney messing with you? Did she ask you to play an instrument? Serena, do you play any instruments?”

Serena considered, “I can play a little.”

What does ‘a little‘ even mean? Do you play depending on the day? What sort of answer is this? They want you to embarrass yourself at the event!

Rowan then realized just how badly her new deskmate was being set up, and here she was, only thinking about herself, lost in her own melodramatic suspicions.

So worried, so regretful!

“Serena, I’m sorry!”

Rowan stood up and bowed deeply in apology.

Serena’s face broke into a small smile, pulling out an ointment, “Let’s treat that knee first.”

Rowan’s eyes sparkled, a new light in them, “Okay!”

When they returned, the first period was already over.

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Shiloh was still waiting in the classroom, relieved to see the two girls appeared even closer than before, no rift between them.

Rowan was an outcast, shunned by others, and as their homeroom teacher, he was deeply concerned yet felt powerless.

Serena was also an outcast, shunned and even demonized, which worried him even more.

The one consolation was that these two kids had become deskmates, friends, able to look out for each other.

No matter what others said about Serena, he didn’t believe she was capable of such acts, but…

He held the program, his expression peculiar,

“Uh, Serena, are you really going to play the trumpet?”

The class, …

What the heck is that?

While everyone else was playing the violin or piano, or at most the Cello. What on earth was the trumpet?

The students exchanged glances and finally couldn’t help but burst into laughter, typical of someone from the countryside.

Even Indigo, usually absorbed in his games, couldn’t help but look up.

Natalie mocked, “Mr. Shiloh, Serena grew up in a rural orphanage. It’s impressive she can play the trumpet at all. You shouldn’t discriminate against her; music knows no bounds.”

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