You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Seeing her confused, Onyx asked, "what's wrong with the medicine?"

"I didn't buy it." Sound took out another bag of medicine from the drawer and said, "I bought this one."

She recalled the sound of footsteps that stopped beside her during the time of eye exercises. It was someone who put it in. Who could it be?

Sound turned around and glanced at the whole class. Her eyes naturally fixed on the person she was most familiar with. Sampson was sleeping on the table.

Since the first day she came to No. 3 High School, Sampson had been sleeping all the time. How sleepy had he been?

Don't he sleep at night?

Sound curled her lips. If it wasn't him, then who would it be?

No matter who gave it to her, she couldn't take it casually. She'd better find an opportunity to quietly throw it away.

After school in the afternoon, Sound put the bag of medicine into her schoolbag and came to a remote grove in the campus. There was a trash can beside the parterre. She took out the bag and threw it into the trash can.

After throwing it away, she turned around and met Sampson eyes.

The two of them looked at each other speechlessly, and the air was terribly quiet. Sound had a feeling of being caught doing something bad.

Sampson glanced at the trash can and slowly walked towards her. When he was about to say something, he heard a shout from behind.

"Sampson, wait for me. Why are you walking so fast? And why do you take this path?"

Reid's mouth was like a machine gun. He could talk as he ran.

What a good saboteur he was.

Sampson stopped and held his breath. He struggled to get a hold of his anger. When he turned around and looked at Reid, he wished he could kick Reid away. He wanted to talk to Sound alone but this guy destroyed it.

Noticing Sampson's unfriendly look, Reid swallowed with guilt. He did nothing. Why Sampson was angry?

Sampson, what's wrong?"

Sampson clenched his teeth and turned around to look at Sound. She put on her schoolbag and left as if nothing had happened.

"......" To be honest, he regretted what he had said before.

In the past two weeks, they had only talked a few words at school. He thought that he had coaxed her by promising to compensate her for the ice cream this noon.

But now it seemed that he didn't.

Sampson felt upset, but Reid didn't know and added fuel to the fire, "Sampson, what's wrong with you and Sound? Did you quarrel again?

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If only they could quarrel.

Unfortunately, they didn't.

Sound really treated him as a stranger. Sampson thought.

As for Reid, Sampson's silence was a common thing for him. He rolled his eyes and asked tentatively, "Sampson, you're a man of few words. Why are you so gentle with Sound?" Judging from Sampson's sullen expression, it must he didn't win the argument.

That's right. In terms of quarrels, very few boys could beat girls.

It was understandable that Sampson was angry.

All of a sudden, the look in Reid's eyes became sympathetic. 'Sampson is still too kind,' he thought.

He had to find a way to let Sampson vent his anger, or he would be the one to suffer in the end.

An idea occurred to him. "Sampson, don't go to the evening self-study tonight. How about we play games in the Internet cafe?"

"No." Sampson finally answered and walked forward.

As he walked, Reid asked, "Are you going to have a self-study tonight?"

Looking at the back of Sound, Sampson answered, "I don't know."

Reid, "?"

He didn't know whether he would come to study or not?

Noticing the strange look in Reid's eyes, Sampson explained, "It depends."

Reid didn't know what to say.

Sampson didn't say any useful thing.

They saw Sound get on the luxury car again, but it was different from the one they saw before. Looking at the plate number, Reid felt a little familiar.

It looked like the car used to pick up Sampson at school.

Among Sampson's few friends, Reid was the last one to know his family background. It was an accident.

One evening, Reid saw Sampson got on a luxury car, and Sampson also saw Reid.

On the second day, Reid cautiously asked him for confirmation. Sampson didn't hide it. Reid was a good friend, but he talked too much.

To be honest, this name didn't match his at all.

Knowing Sampson's family background, Reid was shocked for at least half a class. When he recovered, he grabbed Sampson's arm excitedly and called him "Sampson" several times.

He calmed down a little and asked in a low voice, "then we can do whatever we want in Spring City in the future? Let's see who dares to be presumptuous in front of us in the future. " Sampson said calmly, "my father is in a high position, so we have to abide by the law."

After thinking for a while, Reid agreed.

Then he never expected that one day in an alley, he saw Sampson kicked and beat people one by one. That scene...

It seemed to have nothing to do with "abide by the law".

After beating those people who didn't know good from bad, Sampson straightened his clothes and said calmly, "It's just self-defense."

Reid was speechless

Well, whatever Sampson said was right.

That afternoon, Reid saw Sampson get in his car and checked the license plate number. That car seemed to have the same license plate number as the luxury car that Sound got into just now. Reid looked at it carefully.

Fuck! As like as two peas!

Reid was shocked. And he looked at Sampson, pointed at the car and said, "Isn't that your car?"

Sampson was shocked, but he regained their calmness the next second. "How do you know?"

"The license plate number."

"Oh." Sampson fooled him calmly, "you're wrong."

Normally, Sampson would keep silent or tell the truth. In everyone's eyes, Sampson wouldn't lie.

Reid had never doubted him, so he began to doubt himself.

"Wrong?"

"Yes."

Reid scratched her head and was really fooled. "I think I was wrong. Maybe the license plate number of your car is a little similar to that of Sound. Do all the rich people like these numbers?" "Many people like it for good luck." Sampson's phone vibrated in his bag.

Subconsciously, Reid reached for his phone.

He took out his phone and turned on it. But the vibration continued. He looked at the direction of the voice.

Sampson turned around and answered the phone, "Jamir."

Reid looked at Sampson in surprise. Sampson never bring his cell phone with him.

Sampson was really abnormal recently.

He went to the evening study and took his phone with him.00000000