Chapter 1219
Kevin strolled out of the office building, feeling a bit uneasy. He wasn't sure if Audrey would be mad, and he had no clue when his dream of a threesome might come true.
It was just after one in the afternoon, and he had zero interest in heading back to class. So, he decided to wander around the playground. The afternoon sun was warm, and there were quite a few students hanging out. Suddenly, he heard some girls laughing up ahead. Kevin looked up and saw four or five girls playing dodgeball in a circle. They looked pretty young, probably freshmen, with rosy cheeks and ponytails swinging. They were full of energy, just bursting with that young girl vibe.
Kevin couldn't help but stop and watch. One of the girls, the one with bangs, caught his eye. She was tall, had smooth skin, and long, straight legs. When she moved, her chest bounced in a way that made Kevin's mind wander.
Out of nowhere, one of the girls threw the ball way too hard, and it came flying right at Kevin's face. He didn't have time to dodge and got smacked on the nose, making his vision go black for a second.
The girls were all shocked. The girl with bangs walked over and asked, "Are you okay?"
"What do you think?" Kevin rubbed his nose, annoyed. "How about I hit your nose and see if it hurts?"
"You're so delicate." The girl with bangs extended her hand and said, "Give me the ball back."
Kevin noticed her bright eyes. She wasn't as refined as Laura, but she had a wildness that was hard to tame, unlike Yasmine's flirtatiousness. Still feeling a bit sore, he put the ball in his pocket and said, "Apologize to me first."
"Why should I apologize? Why are you so petty?" The girl with bangs wrinkled her nose and threatened, "Do you know who my brother is?"
"Who is your brother?" Kevin was taken aback. From her tone, he wondered if her brother was in a gang. But even if her brother was Jasper, so what?
"My brother is Samuel," the girl said proudly. "He has a lot of friends. By the way, there's a guy named Kevin who's really good at fighting. He's also my brother's friend. Are you scared now?"
Kevin couldn't help but laugh. The girl in front of him turned out to be Samuel's sister. However, he didn't have much interaction with Samuel before and didn't know he had such a pretty sister.
"Regardless of whoever your brother may be, you have to apologize to me today," Kevin said, wanting to tease the girl.
"How can you be like this?" The girl with bangs frowned and reached right into Kevin's pocket. Kevin instinctively twisted his body, and her fingers ended up grabbing his junk through his pants.
Kevin gasped. Her small hand grabbing his cock was way too stimulating. She squeezed pretty hard, but it didn't hurt much; instead, it felt kinda tingly.
"What is this?" The girl felt something semi-soft and not like a ball. She squeezed twice more, then suddenly realized and quickly let go. She glared at Kevin, spat, and said, "You little bastard!" Then she turned and hurried away.
Kevin was frustrated. He thought, 'You were the one who grabbed my junk, and now I'm the bastard? Why are you being so unreasonable?'
But he couldn't complain to anyone. The Class President getting grabbed by a little girl would be a laughingstock, especially if Samuel found out.
Just then, a familiar voice came from behind, "Kevin, what are you doing?"
Kevin turned around and saw Fiona. She was wearing a white tracksuit that highlighted her curvy figure. A pink headset hung around her long neck, and her slender eyebrows added a touch of heroism to her look.
"Fiona, I'm just taking a walk on the playground," Kevin said casually, but he was comparing Fiona and Laura in his mind. Both were strong contenders for the most beautiful girl in the school. Laura was gentle and innocent, very approachable, while Fiona was mature, independent, and strong-willed, making most boys feel unworthy to approach her. Honestly, with Fiona's status and personality, there were very few boys at Sunset Valley High School qualified to talk to her. Even someone like Ivan wasn't worthy of speaking to Fiona.
"Looks like you're in a good mood, chatting up girls," Fiona said with a hint of jealousy in her voice. "You have nice taste."
"No, it was a misunderstanding. I don't even know her," Kevin said, feeling a bit nervous under Fiona's scrutinizing gaze and quickly explained.
"Alright, you don't need to explain to me. I'm not your girlfriend," Fiona said with a smile. "That girl just now is Yara Thomas, 15 years old. Her student number is 25, she's 5.38 feet tall, weighs 103.09 pounds, and her measurements are 34.65 inches, 24.41 inches, and 33.86 inches. Her thigh circumference is 20 inches, and her calf circumference is 21.65 inches. She's ranked seventh among the campus beauties. Anything else you want to know? I can tell you everything."
Hearing Fiona rattle off the girl's details so smoothly, Kevin was stunned and stammered, "Fiona, how do you know so much? And have you heard of the campus beauty rankings?"
"Of course, I have. I've been the student council president for two years. I basically have all the student information at Sunset Valley High School," Fiona said with a knowing smile. "If I want to know something, I can find out. Your boys' secrets are all transparent to me. Having a campus beauty ranking is so childish."
Although Fiona spoke lightly, Kevin broke out in a cold sweat. Luckily, the ones he had relationships with were all female teachers at the school. If he had secretly been involved with any girl, Fiona would have definitely found out. No wonder Fiona always ignored Ivan; she must have known all about his dirty deeds.
"Fiona, you have an amazing memory," Kevin sincerely praised. Even if Fiona used her position to access student records, remembering Yara's details so clearly was not something an ordinary person could do.
"It's no big deal. Have you heard of the method of loci?" Fiona smiled.
"No," Kevin admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"It's a quick memory technique invented by a medieval monk. If you have a lot to remember, you can imagine your brain as a palace with many rooms, and each room has many compartments. You place the things you need to remember in these compartments in a certain order and use associations to recall them," Fiona explained briefly.
"You can try it. Generally, a person with normal intelligence can master it in a week. It's especially effective for history. I always get full marks in history," Fiona added.
"Alright, I'll give it a try," Kevin said, feeling a lot of pressure in front of such a beautiful and intelligent girl. He was glad Fiona wasn't his girlfriend; otherwise, he would feel incredibly inferior.
"By the way, the student council's publicity department is short of a deputy director. You write well, so come help me with some materials," Fiona said with a smile.
"I'm not really good at writing materials," Kevin said, scratching his head instinctively. He wasn't interested in joining the student council. He had become the class president mainly to help Audrey. Now, just dealing with the women around him was already overwhelming.
"It's not that hard. It's similar to writing essays. Don't rush to refuse; I'll give you a week to think about it," Fiona said, winking at Kevin before walking away with her hands in her pockets.
Kevin saw that it was getting late and slowly walked towards the teaching building, still pondering Fiona's invitation. Being the deputy director of the student council's publicity department sounded pretty good. Bethany would definitely be happy about it, and Fiona had personally come to ask him. It seemed wrong to refuse such a beautiful girl.
Just as Kevin reached the teaching building, he saw Yara leading five or six boys towards him, angrily pointing at him and saying, "It's him! He was harassing us. Take him to the Student Affairs Office."
"Who do you think you are? Daring to mess with the prettiest girl in our class?" The boys were all tall and strong, nearly 6 feet tall, surrounding Kevin and cursing at him. But seeing that Kevin was also quite tall, they didn't dare to make a move.
Kevin felt a bit awkward. These freshmen were really bold. But thinking back to his own impulsiveness as a freshman, he realized he had learned his lesson after a few losses. Seeing Yara standing behind the group, looking smug, he thought she was indeed a tough girl to deal with. He frowned and said, "Do you really not know who I am?"
Since Kevin had beaten Ivan and taught Douglas' brother Jeremy a lesson, almost no one at Sunset Valley High School dared to challenge him directly. He didn't expect to be threatened by a group of freshmen today.
"Who cares who you are!" A boy with a buzz cut spat, "Kneel down and apologize to Yara, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll kill you, you bastard!"
Kevin's face darkened. Even Ivan and Jeremy didn't dare to insult him to his face like this. He reached out, grabbed the boy's index finger, and twisted it hard. The boy screamed in pain, fell to his knees, and his face contorted with agony as cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The surrounding boys were shocked that Kevin dared to fight back and with such ruthlessness. They instinctively took a few steps back.
"Don't you know how to speak politely? Who taught you to talk like this?" Kevin said coldly, slapping the boy. "Today, I'll teach you a lesson."
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