Got On His Love Pirate Ship

My advisor asked me to help her invigilate an exam, and I agreed.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

What was initially a boring proctoring time turned interesting due to Patton’s mischief.

I noticed he finished writing the paper early, without bothering to check it. He was holding a mirror, seemingly self-absorbed. I thought he was just a narcissistic guy.

However, when the sunlight shone in my eyes while sitting on the platform, I looked towards the source of the light. Patton raised his eyebrows and gestured for me to look at his desk.

I walked over with a serious expression, only to find a butterfly created by sunlight on his desk.

Patton moved the mirror, and the butterfly flapped its wings on the desk, as if it wanted to fly away.

I chuckled, and confiscated his “crime” tool.

I mouthed to him: “Exam!”

Patton looked defeated, put away his pen, and went up to submit his paper.

After collecting the papers, Patton didn’t leave immediately. He came over, and I thought he wanted me to return his mirror. I handed it to him, but he didn’t take it. Hands in his pockets, he stood there like a stubborn child.

“Are you okay from that day?”

I tried to recall, not realizing which day he was referring to. I asked him.

“The day you were squatting on the road, and then…”

I thought about it. It should be the day I found out about Ashburn and Sophia’s relationship. I squatted down on the campus, feeling lost. There was a male classmate who thought I was unwell due to my period.

But I didn’t pay attention to what he looked like. My mind was full of thoughts about Ashburn. I left without even saying thank you.

“Why are you so stern? Weren’t you happy when you saw the butterfly just now?”

I ignored him and walked straight out. Patton, however, was persistent, insisting on chatting beside me.

“Little boy, I don’t have time for small talk with you.”

“What? Little boy? I’m one year older than you. I just started school late because I was sick when I was a child. In terms of age, you’re still my younger sister!”

Hearing that term, I became even less inclined to talk.

“Well, fine, I’m out of here.”

I didn’t take Patton seriously, but Ashburn seemed to treat him as a formidable enemy.