David Harris is the kind of person who can smile warmly at anyone. If he were a bit better looking, he could definitely be considered a warm-hearted guy, but unfortunately, his looks don’t quite make the cut—at best, he’s just a passionate Columbus.

So when Emily Smith asked what they were up to, David Harris immediately told her all about selling boxed lunches today, speaking with pride, as if it was something to be really proud of.

In fact, David Harris wasn’t wrong—talking about this really did sound impressive.

You have to know, high school students in this era are still quite shy. Even being asked for directions by a stranger can make them nervous for ages, let alone going out to make money.

Of course, there are indeed some high schoolers who want to experience life and have thoughts of earning money.

But at most, they’d just take a part-time job, maybe hand out flyers.

Yet William Carter actually managed to make a few hundred yuan with a “something for nothing” trick, buying and reselling as a middleman to earn the price difference. Who wouldn’t be baffled hearing about that?

Emily Smith’s father is an elementary school teacher, earning only three thousand yuan a month. After deducting the five insurances and one fund, it averages out to less than a hundred yuan a day.

Although you can’t judge earnings by the average, the fact that William Carter could make 270 yuan in a single day was already a huge shock to their worldview.

Especially when she heard David Harris vividly describe how William Carter coolly tossed cigarettes to the internet café manager and used just one address to make 200 yuan, William Carter’s image grew much taller in Emily Smith’s mind.

“William Carter, why did you suddenly start learning to do business?”

“To save up money to get married,” William Carter made up an answer off the cuff.

Emily Smith was amused by his words and burst out laughing: “Starting to save now? Just how expensive a wife are you planning to marry?”

William Carter lifted the corners of his mouth slightly: “That depends on how many I marry. The more I marry, the more money I’ll need.”

“You want to marry several? Dream on!”

After that, Emily Smith chatted with David Harris about filling out college applications, her tone full of longing for university life.

Meanwhile, William Carter remained an observer, smiling but not saying anything more.

He had already experienced college life once, so he didn’t have much yearning for it, nor much desire to butt in.

Even though many of David Harris and Emily Smith’s fantasies about college life were way off, he didn’t go out of his way to correct them like Old Thompson.

Life is something you have to experience yourself for it to be meaningful. No one has the right to presumptuously shatter someone else’s dreams, even if you really do know a lot—you still have to consider whether they want to know.

During all this, Sophie Clark watched William Carter with a slightly cold gaze and a gloomy expression.

Ever since she rejected William Carter’s confession, she felt like William Carter had become a different person.

He no longer messaged her on QQ, no more good morning or good night texts, no more secretly leaving comments in her space. He changed his profile picture and updated his status.

It was as if they had become strangers.

The worst part was, yesterday when she was suddenly in the mood to check out his space, she was forcibly logged out. When she tried to go back in, she found his space was locked.

This made her extremely annoyed, and the more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. So she pretended nothing was wrong and sent him a message, asking why he locked his space—was it locked for everyone or just for her?

But up until now, William Carter hadn’t replied with even a single symbol.

But why?

You’re the one who liked me, not the other way around. Why did you suddenly stop messaging me? Why won’t you let me into your space!

It’s not like I ever said I hated you, or told you to stop pursuing me. What gives you the right to just decide to give up on your own!

At this thought, Sophie Clark couldn’t help but remember that afternoon when she took the bus home and ran into William Carter by the roadside. She thought he was there to apologize.

She had even made up her mind—if William Carter had a good enough attitude and admitted he was just being stubborn, maybe she’d give him a little chance.

But unexpectedly, he just nodded slightly and then rode off.

A teenage girl’s heart is sensitive and her pride is strong. Being treated like this by someone who once pursued her so hard would make anyone feel aggrieved.

So when Sophie Clark got home, she threw a fit and swore she’d never speak to William Carter again!

No matter how much William Carter apologized or begged, she wouldn’t soften even a little.

But just now, when she ran into William Carter on the street again, Sophie Clark couldn’t help but start imagining things.

She secretly thought, as long as William Carter took the initiative to say hello and humbly admit he was wrong, she could respond coldly with a few words.

But what she didn’t expect was that William Carter stood there calmly the whole time. Aside from chatting a bit with Emily Smith, he didn’t even look at her.

The more Sophie Clark thought about it, the angrier she got. Her full chest heaved as she subconsciously tightened her grip around Emily Smith’s arm.

The pain snapped Emily Smith back to reality. She glanced at her best friend, then at William Carter, and suddenly remembered the emotional entanglement between the two on the day of the college entrance exam.

No wonder the two of them hadn’t said a word to each other.