Got On His Love Pirate Ship

My advisor asked me to help her invigilate an exam, and I agreed.

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.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

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.