My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

He clenched his fist but didn't immediately erupt in anger. Yvonne, seeing this, immediately

grabbed Nash's arm, her eyes filled with disdain as she scanned the classmates.

"I see, you're all just jealous of how handsome Nash is even if he can't paint anymore, what does it matter? With his handsome face, he could easily enter

the entertainment industry and make more money in a lifetime than you poor bookworms who can't even dream of. Well, having good grades, what does that get you?"

I really didn't know whether to attribute Yvonne's behavior to naivety or ignorance. In just a few sentences, she managed to offend all the classmates.

"Well, then, let's see if our former genius can rise to fame!" mocked one of the boys.

Yvonne completely ignored him and provocatively glanced at me. She then

turned around, placing her hands on Nash's neck.

"Nash, kiss me."

Nash reached out and gently held her shoulder, speaking to her somewhat helplessly, “Don't cause a scene, there are so many people here.”

Yvonne sneered, "What's the matter, are you scared? Or is it that you can't perform in front of your little sweetheart?"

I furrowed my brows, but before I could say anything, Nash interjected, "What are you saying? You know that there's absolutely nothing inappropriate between Wendy and me."

"Not before, but just now, your eyes were practically glued to her..."

"Hold on, you two," I couldn't help myself and stood up to stop them.

"Listen, this is a class reunion, and

if you two want to flirt and quarrel, please find a place with no one around. There's no need to behave like this on what might be the last time we all gather together like this. Also, could you please not involve me This remark ignited Yvonne's anger, and she rushed up to me, pointing her finger at me menacingly.

"What are you

pretending for? Don't think I don't know your little scheme. You had a love letter to Nash hidden in your math competition book. You're the one who's the most disgusting."

A love letter in my math competition book?

I burned it right after waking up in this new life. It turns out that Yvonne had known about it early on, back when I still considered her a friend.

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It appears that some people are indeed capable of stealing the person you like, even when they are your friend. I had to admit that in my previous life, my judgment in choosing friends was pretty poor. "How about it? Are you too afraid to admit it? Wendy, you're just a hypocrite. Do you know why Nash likes me and not you? It's because of your hypocrisy," Yvonne said with a speer.

Nash furrowed his brow and tried to stop her, "That's enough, Yvonne, you're drunk"

Yvonne slapped Nash's hand away and continued, seemingly unaware of his efforts, "Because you're too hypocritical. You always say one thing and do another behind people's backs. Take the math competitio make Nash feel guilty and change his mind?"

All the classmates watched this drama unfold in silence, and Nash Indeed appeared guilty.

"Speaking of which," I smiled and leaned in closer to Wonne, "I was indeed focused on my studies back then and forgot to get back at you. You prevented me from participating in the competition, causing me to I finished speaking and delivered a sharp slap to Yvonne's face.

"Wendy, how dare you hit me!" Yvonne was almost insane with anger and attempted to strike back.

Our classmates immediately shielded me, and Nash held her back.

I glared at Yvonne coldly, "Yvonne, it's normal to have feelings for the opposite sex during adolescence, especially for someone who had been so kind to me for the past ten years. But I didn't let these feelings a "His affection, how much is it worth?"

Nash's smile faded, replaced by a complex emotion I couldn't decipher.

After finishing my words, I raised a glass

of juice to our classmates, "Sorry for the trouble, everyone. I'm leaving."noveldrama

No one wanted to be associated with such a disgusting incident. A few girls who were close to me stood up and spat, “What a bunch of scumbags, they bring bad luck. Wendy, we're leaving with you."