My Meek Desk Mate Is the Secret School Tyrant Chapter 20

My Meek Desk Mate Is the Secret School Tyrant Chapter 20

After that, Orion’s mood tanked. He spent the whole afternoon face-down on his desk.

I thought he was sick. I dug out a Vitamin C tablet, dropped it into a water bottle, and set it gently at the

corner of his desk.

He lifted his head. His eyes fell on the water.

I explained. “If you’re not feeling well, Vitamin C helps. Prevents colds.”

“What promise?” Orion’s voice came out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“Your childhood friend. The promise he mentioned. What is it?”

“Oh. We’re both aiming for Harvard.”

Orion’s eyes flickered. “You two made that plan a long time ago?”

“It’s not really a plan. A lot of people have that goal.”

I watched him lower his eyes. He looked down. Depressed.

Probably regretting that he’d started working so late.

I tried to comfort him. “It’s fine. You’ve been working so hard. Even if you don’t get into Harvard, you’ll get into

a great school.”

“Then I won’t be at the same university as you.”

“Does that matter?”

“He’ll be at the same university as you.”

I didn’t get what he meant.

Orion put his head back down and went to sleep.

But the next day, he was fully revived. Hitting the books harder than ever. Harder than when I’d been forcing

him. I didn’t even need my pointer anymore. He moved on his own.

The day scores came out; I got exactly what I’d aimed for. Harvard.

Orion scored higher than any practice test he’d ever taken. I screamed for ages.

I turned around. Orion was sitting off to the side, wilted.

“Why don’t you look happy? This score gets you into an Ivy. You’re amazing.”

He gave me a thin smile. His voice was flat. “No one cares whether I do well or what school I get into. Except

you.”