I Was Supposed to Attack the Hockey Captain, Then He Cried in My Arms Chapter 08

I Was Supposed to Attack the Hockey Captain, Then He Cried in My Arms Chapter 08

I returned to the classroom with the little cupcake.

Julian was surrounded by a crowd, so I felt awkward handing it to him right away.

I turned and went back to my seat.

“I don’t like mango.”

The moment I sat down, Caelan’s voice came from beside me.

His face looked much better than in the morning.

His lips were pressed lightly together, and he was staring at the cupcake in my hand.

I felt a little awkward and put the cupcake into my drawer.

“This… isn’t for you.”

The air around us seemed to drop more than five degrees.

Caelan faintly withdrew his gaze and looked toward Julian not far away.

“For Julian?”

I nodded.

He turned away and lay back down on the desk to sleep.

The system spoke strangely.

[Caelan’s Humiliation Points seem bugged. They just rose by five. Is there a delay with him? Maybe the slap from a few days ago is only settling now.]

I did not know either.

Looking at the dark back of Caelan’s head, I could not explain it.

My chest felt a little stuffy.

When Julian accepted the cupcake, his smile looked much more sincere than before.

“Thanks, Elara.”

It seemed he really liked that cupcake from the campus market.

Most of my guilt eased, and I smiled stupidly.

“No problem. I’ll treat you again next time.”

Poor Julian could not tell this was compensation after being hurt.

He still smiled like an idiot.

On the way back to the dorm after class, I kept discussing with the system how to attack Julian tomorrow.

[Push him.]

“Give me a serious idea. You mean with that many people around, I squeeze all the way inside and shove Julian over?”

I rolled my eyes speechlessly.

Then I suddenly saw Caelan not far away.

He was walking alone with his head lowered, his expression unclear.

A black SUV trailed behind him at a steady distance.

Someone in the car seemed to be speaking to him, but Caelan walked ahead as if he heard nothing.

For some reason, I felt like Caelan looked especially pitiful right now.

Like an abandoned cat maintaining the last bit of stubbornness and pride.

I stared, lost in thought.

Then the car seemed to lose patience.

It accelerated past Caelan and stopped across his path.

Caelan was blocked.

I stood across the street and watched.

A curvy woman got out of the car.

She carefully tried to pull Caelan, but he raised his hand and shook her off.

The next second, as if unable to tolerate it anymore, a man got out of the car too.

He raised his hand and slapped Caelan across the face.

The slap was loud.

The system suddenly screamed.

[Caelan Humiliation Points plus ten!]

My pupils shrank violently.

Before I could react, I had already rushed out.

“Who are you?! Don’t hit people!”

I ran in front of Caelan, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest.

The three people before me froze.

Caelan’s brows were furrowed deeply.

“If you don’t want to come back, then don’t ever come back!”

The middle-aged man glanced at me, dragged the woman back into the car, and left without looking back.

The air went a little quiet.

I turned to look at Caelan.

Half of his face was already swollen, but he stood there numb, as if he could not feel pain.

He lowered his head and looked at me.