Chapter 39
Chapter 39: Feilin, You Really Deserve to Die!
Eight in the morning.
Pleasant chimes rang through the Claude family estate.
Under the care of four maids, Adelina Claude slowly rose from her soft bed.
Morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a gentle glow across her cheeks.
The maids gently drew back the curtains, letting sunlight fill the entire room.
They all loved serving Lady Adelina.
Not only was she Lord Claude’s most beloved daughter, but she treated the servants with the same gentleness and consideration.
They never could have imagined that last night, this very Adelina—the Light of Claude—had been mistaken for a… well, something rather unseemly.
Today she wore a light blue dress with exquisite embroidery along the hem, perfectly complementing her gentle temperament.
It had been a long time since Adelina had spent the night at the Claude family estate.
Recently, with the centennial celebrations of both schools approaching, student council work had become increasingly busy.
Not only would distinguished graduates attend, but nobles from the capital and even royalty would be present.
Having gone to bed late last night, Adelina’s head still ached slightly, the sunlight gently warming her temples like a compress.
Papers were still scattered across her desk—reception plans for three VIP guests that Adelina had been coordinating with the student council last night.
The wildly popular idol Tselwini.
Serafina, founder of the luxury brand 【Serafina】.
And Princess Dorothy of the Sivius Empire.
All important figures. The task was indeed demanding.
“Good morning, Adelina.”
“Linda, good morning.”
Linda’s voice came through the communication seal.
Last night’s craziness hadn’t affected either student council president’s work.
“Did you receive the documents? To better understand your school’s intentions, St. Andrews Academy will be sending volunteers to assist with student council work at Lanchester Academy.”
“Yes, our school will be sending people to yours as well.”
According to the academy documents, the assigned volunteers would need to stay by her side at all times.
“Linda, I’d like to ask you a favor. Your academy has someone named Feilin—could you make him my assistant?”
“Eh, Feilin? But Feilin is…”
“His father was kind to me when I was little, so I’d like to help him out now.”
The volunteer position came with various subsidies and benefits—the compensation was actually quite good.
Linda had been about to mention Feilin’s unclear relationship with Violetti, but since Adelina had put it that way, she swallowed her words.
“Got it. You really are kind-hearted.”
After ending the communication with Linda, Adelina took a deep breath.
Just mentioning Feilin’s name had made Adelina’s face flush red.
Making Feilin her assistant meant she could see him at the student council too.
No wait—it meant he could see her at school.
This way she could tutor him all day without needing excuses, so Feilin could pass the joint examination and qualify to participate in the school celebration.
Right, then he’d also meet her friends alongside her, and they’d eat together, work together, go home together—maybe even meet her parents.
Adelina’s heartbeat quickened. She simply jumped onto the bed and covered her face with the blanket.
The two of them spending all day together would be just like… like lovers.
…
St. Andrews Academy.
Late summer, early autumn.
Feilin stepped out of the car, squinting slightly as sunlight hit his eyes.
The academy’s main gate was a tall archway carved with intricate patterns, as if telling the story of this academy’s long history.
Behind the archway stretched a straight stone path lined with silver maple trees on both sides. The leaves showed hints of yellow in the late summer breeze, with occasional leaves drifting down, tracing elegant arcs through the air.
“Hey, Feilin, you’re pretty early today.”
Student council president Linda stood at the gate as usual, wearing a hat with her golden hair casually falling down.
“Good morning, Lady Linda.”
Though Violetti had dealt Linda a devastating blow last time by saying “Don’t you dare talk about Feilin like that,” Linda’s carefree personality meant she got over it after a good night’s sleep.
She didn’t dislike Feilin—he was too handsome.
This world was far too kind to good-looking people.
Violetti, who had arrived at the main gate much earlier, stepped out from behind a tree.
Today she wore a neat school uniform, her handbag seeming somewhat heavy.
The world’s blessing shone upon her, sunlight acting like a spotlight making her more radiant than anyone else.
Violetti Seraphel.
This young lady had left home at eight o’clock this morning.
She had been standing here for one hour and twenty-four minutes.
“Feilin.”
Violetti walked over to Feilin and curtsied to him.
“Morning, Violetti. Feeling better?”
Feilin turned to find Violetti suddenly beside him.
After last night’s events, he’d thought Miss Violetti would calm down for a while, but today she was actually initiating conversation.
“Much better.”
A few silver maple leaves drifted between the three of them, the sound of wind rustling through leaves almost audible.
Watching Violetti and Feilin standing silently in front of her, Linda suddenly had a bad feeling.
These two weren’t going to do something in front of her again, were they?
Linda had learned her lesson this time—she wouldn’t say anything. You two can argue however you want.
As long as I don’t say anything, you can’t hurt me.
“I’ll head to class first.”
Feilin was the first to break the awkward atmosphere, walking toward the classroom.
Violetti also took a few quick steps, obediently following behind Feilin as they walked toward the classroom together.
?
Wait.
Why did this harmonious scene feel so wrong?
Linda had long noticed why this young lady was standing behind the tree, but she hadn’t paid it much attention.
So she was waiting for Feilin?
Are you kidding me?
Linda felt like she’d done absolutely nothing wrong, so why was she getting hit with romantic attacks again?
Watching the two walk away, Linda’s lips had already twisted into a wavy line.
The straight, wide stone path led directly to the academy’s main building. The building’s spire pierced the clouds, its colored glass windows sparkling with dreamlike light in the sunlight.
Violetti followed behind Feilin, occasionally stealing glances at his profile.
Last night Teacher Sophia had told her to try making contact with Feilin first.
But she’d forgotten to ask how exactly she should make contact with Feilin.
Having never interacted with the opposite sex before, Violetti could only recall how Feilin had treated her in the past.
As the rare genius St. Andrews Academy had seen in a hundred years, Violetti’s exceptional memory allowed her to remember every detail and every word of how Feilin had treated her.
In the past, Feilin would wait for her at the school gate every day.
Today Violetti had done the same.
The two had walked quite a distance, but neither had initiated conversation.
Not until Feilin was about to enter his classroom did he finally speak:
“Violetti, isn’t your classroom in a different direction?”
“I like walking.”
“Ah? Oh, I see.” Feilin found himself unable to argue with that.
Seeing that Feilin didn’t reject her, Violetti felt relieved. At least this excuse wasn’t too terrible.
Just as Feilin used to escort Violetti to her classroom door every day, Violetti now walked Feilin to his classroom door.
Their story had already spread throughout the school. When this top-tier couple appeared in the hallway, they naturally attracted considerable attention.
Students pressed against the glass, watching the two of them.
If gazes had temperature, Feilin felt like he’d already entered a crematorium.
Eyes from all directions focused on him—he just wanted to escape quickly.
“Feilin. I have something for you.”
Seeing Feilin wanting to duck into the classroom, Violetti quickly reached out to grab his sleeve.
But she misjudged the force and grabbed Feilin’s hand directly.
The young man’s warmth spread from her palm throughout her entire body for the first time.
Her amber eyes widened instantly, her cheeks flushing red.
Her fingers instinctively wanted to let go, but Violetti forced herself to endure the emotions in her heart and continued gripping Feilin’s hand tightly.
Feilin could hear all the surrounding students screaming, but he couldn’t worry about that now.
Don’t grab my hand, Miss!
Your father will chop off this hand of mine!
“I… I brought you some chocolate.”
Violetti finally released his hand, rummaging through her handbag.
“I didn’t know which flavors you liked, so I brought all the flavors we had at home.” These were all things Feilin had once done for her.
In the chaos, Feilin naturally didn’t notice that behind the wall in the classroom, his classmates were all going crazy.
Feilin Solster.
He could actually make the aloof flower Violetti come to him proactively.
This guy—they’d thought he was a pathetic simp, but it turned out he was the real master!