You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 936

After stepping on the bun, Sound looked at Sampson awkwardly and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Whether Sound did it on purpose or not, Sampson couldn't be angry with her. He stubbornly looked at her schoolbag and said, "Pay with your fried noodles."

Sound was confused.

She didn't know why Sampson was so obsessed with the fried noodles she bought. Did he lack money to buy the noodles?

"No way." Sound refused in a soft voice. She opened her schoolbag and took out a glutinous rice roll. "Here you are. I can't give you the fried noodles."

The rice roll was wrapped in a thin layer of plastic wrap, which was covered with white mist. Sound could feel the warmth from it. She touched it again and gave it to Sampson. "Here you are."

Sampson didn't take it. Instead, he smelled the greasy smell of the fried noodles. He looked into the open bag and found that the plastic box had been opened slightly in the bag. The oil infiltrated the transparent plastic bag, and the corner of the book was stained with oil.

Sound didn't listen to him and didn't put it in the paper bag that he had given her.

Now not only did the bag smell bad, but also the books were stained with oil.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Sound did look nice, but she was actually a rebellious girl.

When Sound saw Sampson's gaze, she hid her schoolbag behind her, raised her head and warned him, "Don't take my noodles."

Anne was standing beneath the stairs. Sampson was tall and looked even taller when standing on the stairs.

Sound hid her schoolbag behind her. Sampson could not only see it clearly, but also touch it.

Before the schoolbag was zipped up, Sampson bent down and took out the fried noodles from it.

Sound didn't have the time to dodge. She stared at his hand with wide eyes and reached out to grab it. Sampson raised his hand and threw it at the blue trash can at the corner of the stairs.

It was another accurate throw.

As Sound turned around, she heard everything collided in the trash can. It was totally the same as the moment when Sampson threw the ice cream last time.

Finally, Sound couldn't stand it anymore.

She clenched her fists and turned back, wanting to give him a punch aggressively.

Facing her fist, Sampson didn't change his expression on his face. He slightly tilted his head to avoid the attack and held her wrist at the same time.

"Sound, don't make me angry." Sampson sounded soft, while he looked very indifferent on his face.

It seemed that he was lying, not pacifying her.

Sound was about to explode. She suddenly pulled back her hand and glared at him, thinking that it was Sampson who had been irritating her.

Sampson must be insane!

Sound was so angry that she didn't want to argue with him anymore. She held her schoolbag with both hands and went upstairs with heavy steps. She seemed to have vented her anger on the stairs.

'I am a good girl. I can't fight with such a man! All right, I can leave!'

Sampson didn't follow her. He would rather make her get angry than let anything hurt her health.

Sampson bent down to pick up the stepped bun on the ground and threw it into the trash can.

The more Sound thought about it, the angrier she became. Although she knew exactly that she could take revenge someday, she would be happy to do it immediately.

'No, I can't just let it go.'

Sound stopped at the top of the stairs and rolled her eyes. Her eyes lit up.

The corridor was filled with the sound of reading.

As she trotted, Sound smiled triumphantly. As soon as she entered the classroom, she saw the back of her head teacher.

Sound thought to herself, 'Oh no! I'm done!'

With his hands on his back, Giacomo, like an old official, came to the whole class to inspect who was late. When he heard some noise, he turned around and saw Sound. Sound smiled awkwardly and sat down quietly.

Giacomo came over before she sat down.

Sound immediately stood straight, and the sound of reading in the class gradually got low. The students secretly glanced at Sound, and some began to mourn for her.

Giacomo was a strict teacher. Last time, someone was three minutes late, but he was punished by Giacomo to clean the bathroom of the lab building.

The shabby and old building stood in the woods. Sometimes the sun couldn't shine there, and the wind was frightening.

Since then, no one dared to be late.