To Be the Perfect Childhood Friend - Chapter 50

Liliana began a one-chapter speech about the importance of the welcome party. As her words grew longer, Anita’s face gradually turned disappointed.

“Above all, if this goes well, I might even join the student council.”

“Are you not a member yet?”

Anita’s gaze naturally shifted to the list in Liliana’s hand.

“Well, it’s just a very formal procedure. They want to see my abilities before accepting me into the student council. But seriously, I wouldn’t fail, would I?”

“Isn’t it possible to fail?”

Anita’s casually thrown words seemed to ignite Liliana’s anger. The veins in her right hand, holding the pen, bulged. Her pink manicured fingers nervously tapped the list.

“If that happens, they will dare to pay the price for missing out on a perfect party planner like me.”

The pen in Liliana’s hand seemed ready to break at any moment. However, her face was adorned with a cheerful smile.

“Anyway, Anita is attending, I know that much.”

After scribbling something on the list, Liliana turned around and disappeared into the crowd of students.

After Liliana disappeared, Anita could recall what she had forgotten.

Anita had no desire to attend the welcome party or any party for that matter. She had a feeling that it would only bring unnecessary trouble, and that was enough reason for her to decline.

She should have said she didn’t want to go. However, Liliana’s momentum was so forceful that Anita missed the opportunity to speak up.

Anita glanced towards the direction Liliana had gone, but Liliana was already quite far ahead with her brisk footsteps.

Realizing she couldn’t catch up, Anita decided to give up. She planned to bring it up the next time they crossed paths.

As Anita, out of habit, was about to return to the dormitory, she realized that she hadn’t received her bag back from Rutger. She hadn’t even remembered it during the last class when he took the bag.

With exams approaching and numerous assignments to finish, Anita hesitated for a moment and then headed towards the library. Though her ankle was still not fully recovered, Anita’s pace had quickened compared to before, suggesting she might be adapting well, except for the stairs, which still posed a challenge for her.

Arriving at the library, Anita browsed through the shelves filled with specialized books. Spotting the textbooks she used for her classes, Anita picked them up and found an empty seat.

As she continued to stare at the densely printed pages, her neck started to ache. When Anita raised her head, she spotted a familiar face and let out a surprised “Oh” sound.

“Senior?”

Anita was completely unaware of when he arrived, but the person sitting in front of her was Edmund.

He showed no signs of the homeless person they encountered yesterday. In the library’s lighting, his shiny silver glasses and well-kept black vest represented the ideal image of a model student.

“Shh. We need to be quiet in the library.”

He playfully winked one eye. Embarrassed for making noise in the library’s quiet atmosphere, Anita covered her mouth with her hand.

Edmund, smiling towards Anita, indicating that it was okay, refocused on the book he was reading. However, Anita had something to give to him.

She wrote a note on the corner of the paper she got from the librarian, tore it into a small piece, and discreetly handed it to Edmund.

I’m sorry about earlier.

Edmund, glancing at the note Anita gave him, wrote something in the remaining space.

?

Don’t remember? Anita, after a moment of contemplation, tore the paper even larger than before.

I kind of passed out and fell asleep. Must have been annoying. Did you just leave me on the street?

Of course, the last statement wasn’t sincere. Who would want to wake up on the street looking like a homeless person like Anita?

What?

Reading the note from him, Anita looked up and glanced at Edmund’s face. When she saw his concise, if not somewhat impolite handwriting, she thought he might be angry. However, looking at his face, he seemed genuinely perplexed.

You don’t remember?

You, of all people.

What do you mean? Anita scratched her cheek, then wrote another note.