Chapter One: Only Fools Fall in Love

“Mr. Carter, please go out with me!”

A love letter was suddenly thrust in front of Henry Carter. If he hadn’t leaned his head back, he would have almost been stabbed right in the face. He looked at the girl in front of him, a bit annoyed, not knowing what she was up to. After a moment, he said, “Mr. Miller, I’m really sorry, but I’m not thinking about dating right now, so…”

Before he could finish, the girl looked up in surprise and interrupted him in disbelief, “Um… Mr. Carter, I’m Megan Clark.”

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.

Henry Carter fell silent for a moment and bowed his head in apology—after all, calling someone by the wrong name is rather disrespectful. But it really wasn’t his fault; the girl did look a bit familiar, probably a classmate, but all the girls in the class were the same age, always wore the same uniforms, even spoke in the same tone and manner. If you hadn’t looked closely at their faces… it really was hard to tell them apart.

After silently apologizing, he glanced at his watch, indicating he was in a hurry, and softly said, “Mr. Clark, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to have lunch now.”

Although he’d gotten her surname wrong, he felt he’d made his point clear enough and didn’t need to repeat himself. After speaking, he intended to walk around Megan Clark, but Megan Clark quickly stepped sideways to block him, saying anxiously, “Wait, please, Mr. Carter, I haven’t finished what I wanted to say!”

She blocked his way, a bit embarrassed but still rather brave as she continued, “Mr. Carter, I know confessing so suddenly is very abrupt and might trouble you, but please believe me, I’m not a frivolous person!” She explained, blushing even more, turning her face slightly, twisting a lock of her black hair by her ear with her slender, fair fingers, and continued, “I met you in the library at noon the day before yesterday…”

As she spoke, she recalled that midday—bathed in soft, bright sunlight, the handsome boy sat by the window reading intently, his gaze deep, his expression focused… That serious demeanor was truly attractive, stirring the heart, giving a sense of security and reliability.

“Maybe it was love at first sight! Please, don’t laugh at me! These past two days I’ve been thinking… thinking how nice it would be if I could be with Mr. Carter. Although we haven’t known each other long, I want to get to know Mr. Carter better, but I’m so worried Mr. Carter might fall for someone else, so…” She was indeed sincere, hoping to try dating Henry Carter, but after stammering for a while, her shyness got the better of her and she couldn’t go on, so she asked expectantly, “Or maybe we could start as friends?”

From friends to lovers, three years would be enough—at the very least, she couldn’t let her confession end in outright rejection!

Come on, Megan!

Henry Carter kept a straight face, patiently listening while carefully studying Megan Clark’s expression, finding her quite sincere. But he really didn’t want to talk about romance right now, so he said directly, “Mr. Clark, I’m sorry, but let me put it this way—you’re not my type!”

“Huh!?” Clark hadn’t expected Henry Carter to be so unmoved, refusing even the chance to be friends in the face of her heartfelt confession. She hesitated and asked, “Then what type does Mr. Carter like?”

She was fairly confident in herself. Although her grades weren’t as good as his, she was still among the top students, near the top of the year. She was also athletic, and in terms of talent, she’d won first place as a group and second place individually in the city’s junior high classical music competition. More importantly, she was pretty and had a great figure—if Henry Carter said he liked girls with long, straight black hair, hair down to the waist, a graceful figure, outstanding temperament, or similar interests, she was confident she could meet those standards.

Unfortunately, Henry Carter’s answer hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Mr. Clark, my type is lolis—girls aged eight to fourteen, eight being the best!”

Megan Clark was stunned. No matter how confident she was, she couldn’t possibly live her life in reverse and go from sixteen back to eight. She stood there for a while, then asked in disbelief, “Are you… are you joking? That’s… that’s perverted, isn’t it?”

Who says they like lolis when being confessed to? What kind of reason is that? This was her heartfelt confession! Was it really being treated like this?

“I’m not joking, I really am a pervert!” Henry Carter checked the time, feeling he’d wasted enough already. He still planned to use his lunch break to browse some books in the library, so he emphasized, “I’m not interested in girls over fourteen, can’t help it, I was born this way, so… Mr. Clark, may I go now?”

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