Pursuing Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Cannot Stand The Sight Of Her

“Got it.” Still, Sophie wasn’t bothered about it. Instead, she ordered, “Don’t contact me these few days.”

“Why? Are you really in trouble?” But then, she’s the only one who can handle some of the assignments!

“No, I’m just tired and would like to change my style of living.”

“What? Why are you suddenly tired? Don’t tell me you want to quit Wings of Light? No way! I’m not going to agree to that.”

At that, Sophie couldn’t help chuckling.

“I’m not planning to quit Wings of Light, Butterfly. It’s just that I’m busy with something else recently, so I don’t want to take on any assignments. No matter who it is and how much money they offer, simply decline them all.”

“What exactly happened? If you can’t handle it, you can tell me. Every member of Wings of Light can help you figure out a solution.” Wings of Light had plenty of talents, so they could resolve the issue no matter who she offended.

“It’s nothing.” Sophie didn’t want to continue talking about that, so she hung up right away.

Butterfly was familiar with Phantom’s character. If the latter didn’t want to speak about something, it would do her no good regardless of how hard she pressed for an answer. Besides, she believed that Phantom could resolve all problems.

Anyway, she could never understand the world of geniuses.

When Sophie returned to her class, she noticed that the look in other people’s eyes as they stared at her had turned even stranger.

Nonetheless, she didn’t pay it any mind.

Casting a look at her, Queenie couldn’t help sneering. Regardless of whether it was five years ago or the present, she’s still as annoying as ever!

After the first period, Sophie got to her feet to visit the washroom. A girl in front of her stood up as well.

“Nice to meet you, Sophie. I’m Ysabelle Lombard.” The girl who spoke had a bob cut and a pair of big, beautiful eyes.

Sophie merely grunted in acknowledgment, obviously not in the mood to entertain her.

“Wait a moment, Sophie!” Ysabelle wasn’t as tall as Sophie and hadn’t had the latter’s long legs either, so she struggled to match her pace.

“Is something else the matter?” Sophie could tell that she didn’t mean any harm.

“Sophie, they uploaded the pictures of you fighting to the school’s forum. You were so cool when you fought!” Admiration was written all over Ysabelle’s face.

“What pictures?”

Ysabelle then handed her phone to Sophie.

“Can I gang up with you henceforth?” Ysabelle asked with a sheepish smile.

“I don’t form gangs.” Sophie glanced at the pictures and saw that the discussion on the forum centered on her past. Caustic remarks about her amorality and shamelessness abounded.

“Don’t be angry, Sophie. Such is their attitude, always spouting nonsense. Don’t take it to heart.”

“Go back. Don’t mix with me.”

“Why? I like you a lot!” Ysabelle wasn’t bothered about Sophie’s indifference.

Sophie couldn’t do anything about someone like her, and she didn’t have any malicious intentions, so the former allowed her to tag along.

“Would you please teach me how to fight?” Ysabelle inquired earnestly.

“No.”

Oh well, I really can’t bring myself to hate her.

“Why not?” Ysabelle bit her lip before murmuring, “Do you not like me?”

“No.”

“But why? Am I not cute?” Ysabelle acted cute with Sophie.

Although Sophie remained impassive, she still didn’t give up.

“It’s okay. You still don’t know me well at the moment. When you know me better in the future, you’ll definitely like me!” Ysabelle rambled despite Sophie’s silence.

“Look at Ysabelle, Queenie. She actually went to the washroom with Sophie!”

“Hmph! Teach her a lesson so that she knows who exactly is the boss of Senior Class 8!” Queenie snarled.

She wanted the entire class to ostracize and pick on Sophie. Above all else, she wanted the latter to get out of Jipsdale.

“Okay! She’s undoubtedly a rotten apple since she’s siding with Sophie!” All the girls in the class didn’t like Ysabelle. She was beautiful, and her grades were passable, but her family background was, unfortunately, lacking.