"Can I ask a question?" Andrew said.
"No," Wette and Jeremiah answered in unison. Andrew awkwardly scratched his head, amazed at their uncanny synchronization.
"Do you like milkshakes?" Jeremiah asked, his voice low and smooth. Andrew wondered if he was trying to flirt with Yvette.
Yvette propped her chin up, narrowing her eyes slightly. "So, you're that creep?"
Jeremiah cleared his throat to mask his embarrassment. "No," he said quickly.
Andrew was curious. Milkshakes? Creep? What were they talking about? Yvette clearly didn't buy it, but she chose not to retort. Seeing her reaction, Jeremiah suggested, "How about I treat you to steak?"
Yvette stared at him silently for a moment. "And three milkshakes," she said, her expression as frosty as ever.
Andrew was stunned. He had tried numerous times to invite Yvette out; she had always declined. Yet here was Jeremiah, eagerly extending an invitation to a girl he had just met.
"Deal," Jeremiah replied promptly, clearly pleased with Yvette's appetite.
The three went to a steakhouse. Yvette ordered ten steaks, along with foie gras, caviar, sausages, asparagus… a total of over forty dishes, which filled the entire table. Andrew poked at his steak, stunned by the amount of food Yvette had ordered. The girls he usually dined with had small appetites. This was the first time he had encountered a girl with such a hearty appetite.
Yvette leisurely enjoyed her steak, with three milkshakes beside her. Jeremiah sat to her left, and Andrew sat across from her. The two guys were handsome, but Yvette only paid attention to the steak.
Meanwhile, some young girls in the steakhouse were secretly eyeing Jeremiah and Andrew. They wanted to ask for their contact information but hesitated because Jeremiah and Yvette looked like bigshots.
"I'm Jeremiah Chavez, a librarian," Jeremiah introduced himself.
"Yvette Zeller, a freshman in the physics department," Yvette replied. Andrew felt a bit awkward; he thought their introductions were far too brief.
After Yvette finished one steak, Jeremiah handed her another plate without hesitation. Andrew realized that this had been the most shocking day of his twenty years of life. It was the first time he had seen Jeremiah serve someone their meal and enjoy it so much.
Yvette focused on her meal, while Jeremiah remained silent. This atmosphere made Andrew feel uncomfortable.
"Ms. Zeller, may I ask how you two know each other?" Andrew asked.
Yvette slowly finished her last bite of meat. Jeremiah handed her a napkin, which she casually took to wipe her mouth.
Andrew was used to surprises by now. Yvette's tone was relatively mild. "Oh, we just met."
After saying that, she stood up to leave but paused, turning back to pull a piece of candy from her pocket and throw it to Jeremiah. Jeremiah picked up the candy, gently rubbing it between his fingers, and looked up with a smile in his eyes. "Same as that night?"
Yvette paused, her gaze slightly dreamy, her tone flat. "Not quite; this is to thank you for the steaks." Then she added quietly, "This can be life-saving."
Andrew thought to himself that this girl was quite the exaggerator.
Simon sat in the Principal's office at Argrol University. He was aware of what had happened on the basketball court yesterday and had issued a serious warning to Victor. He even called Claude, instructing him to make Victor behave; otherwise, Simon would not tolerate Victor's behavior any longer.
Simon held a low opinion of Claude, and Claude felt similarly about him. Their disdain for each other stemmed from twenty years ago. When Simon became president of Argrol University, Claude and the Carter family had constantly undermined him. Their relationship was one of complete avoidance. If not for Victor's outrageous behavior, Simon would not have contacted Claude. This incident further convinced Simon that Yvette must know the one codenamed S. Getting the Carter family to back down was not easy, and Simon suspected there was more to the story.
Simon was also troubled by the absence of the physics genius, S. He hadn't received any emails from S. James had called to inform him that higher-ups would send someone to assist in locating S, urging cooperation. However, nearly half a month had passed, and no one had contacted him. If not for James's personal call, Simon would have thought it was a hoax. James had been hesitant, hinting that Simon should be careful not to offend this person. But now, that person had yet to appear.
Meanwhile, after finishing her steaks, Yvette returned to the physics classroom and saw a group of people arguing at the door.
"Wanna fight?" she asked. The crowd fell silent. Yvette leaned lazily against the wall, her mouth curled in a smirk.
"Wanna fight?" she asked again.
The instigator was Sharon Sullivan, Winona's close friend, who had come to the physics department for revenge.
A physics student rushed to Yvette, speaking nervously, "Ms. Gorgeous, you should leave quickly. Sharon is here to cause trouble. She's Winona's best friend."
The physics students surrounded Yvette. Sharon strode over with an air of superiority, followed by several intimidating-looking girls.
"We are civilized people, unlike you, bumpkin. I'm here to challenge you. In three days, there will be a Frixyia speech competition in the auditorium; if you're capable, come and compete," Sharon declared.
The physics students were indignant. Sharon ignored them and fixed her gaze on Yvette.
"What's wrong? Are you too scared? If you are, just admit defeat and apologize to Winona!" Sharon said.
Bonnie quickly lowered her voice, "Ms. Gorgeous, don't agree to this. It's a tradition at Argrol University for different departments to invite each other for friendly competitions. Sharon shamelessly wants to compete with you in Frixyia. She's one of the top three students in the Frixyia department, and she's clearly trying to bully you."
After Bonnie's explanation and glancing at Sharon, Yvette smiled mischievously. "Challenge accepted."
Sharon smirked. The physics students felt concern, believing Yvette was destined to lose. After Yvette's response, Sharon left with her group.