Chapter 3

Who else could it be but Olivia and Ethan?

Ethan shared his burger with her, and Olivia, who claimed to have germaphobia, accepted it without hesitation.

I looked away indifferently. Henry, sharing my indignation, said:

"This Ethan is so shameless. He knows Olivia is your childhood sweetheart, yet he's still trying to curry favor with her."

Another classmate named Samuel also gritted his teeth and said:

"Like mother, like son. No wonder he's the son of a homewrecker."

Henry immediately suggested: "Lucas, let's teach him a lesson. Let's lock him up and beat him!"

The whole school knew that Ethan's mother was a homewrecker.

In my previous life, although I hated him, at first I only took measures to isolate him, without causing any actual harm.

Until I discovered he was getting closer to Olivia.

I became consumed with jealousy, and with the instigation of some people with ulterior motives, I joined several classmates in bullying Ethan.

Come to think of it, my untimely death in my previous life was also due to my own actions.

I finished my lunch, closed the lunch box lid, and said leisurely: "Let them be. The final exams are coming up soon, there's no need to waste energy on irrelevant people."

My response took them by surprise.

Especially Henry, who pressed on: "Lucas, are you really going to let him off like this? Isn't that too easy on him?"

Samuel chimed in:

"Yeah, Ethan is so audacious, daring to steal your girlfriend. You can't just let him get away with it."

I sighed, emphasizing again: "Olivia and I are just neighbors, we were never a couple. She can be with whoever she wants, it has nothing to do with me. I just want to focus on studying now, I don't have time for anything else."

Henry and Samuel looked at each other, unable to accept my change in attitude for a moment.

I advised them: "Put more effort into studying. Nothing is more important than improving yourself."

Henry said unhappily: "We're just looking out for you. Not only are you ungrateful, but you're also lecturing us."

I couldn't be bothered to argue with him. I put away my lunch box and took out my chemistry notes to review.

Seeing my cold attitude, Henry angrily pulled Samuel away.

I glanced at him thoughtfully, recalling some things...

The first class in the afternoon was a chemistry test. After the chemistry teacher came in, he looked around the classroom and asked: "Where's Ethan?"

Only then did I realize Ethan hadn't come back.

The classmates all said they didn't know.

The chemistry teacher turned his gaze to me. "Lucas, do you know where he went?"

I stated frankly: "Teacher, I didn't leave the classroom after class. I don't know."

After hearing my explanation, the chemistry teacher didn't pursue the matter further and hurried to hand out the test papers.

Chemistry was my strong suit, and with my recent tutoring showing results, I finished all the questions in just half an hour.

I double-checked my answers twice to make sure there were no mistakes.

I looked up towards Ethan's seat, but he still hadn't returned.

Could something have happened? I frowned.

The chemistry teacher was also very worried, pacing back and forth on the podium, occasionally looking towards the door.

I decided to be a good person for once. I raised my hand and said: "Teacher, I've finished my test. Shall I go look for Ethan?"

The chemistry teacher was more than happy to agree.

After leaving the classroom, I didn't go directly to look for Ethan, but turned to the classroom next door—

"Excuse me, teacher, I need to find Olivia," I said to the history teacher on the podium, standing at the door.

The history teacher was slightly taken aback, and the students in the classroom immediately started buzzing.

Olivia looked at me with a long face, and various teasing sounds arose.

The history teacher called for them to quiet down, then asked me: "What do you need her for?"

I said: "Ethan from our class hasn't returned to class. Someone saw him eating lunch with Olivia during the break, so I came to ask."

As soon as I finished speaking, the classroom erupted again.

Olivia's expression became even more colorful, full of anger and humiliation.

She stood up abruptly without waiting for the teacher's signal.

"I don't know where Ethan went!" she said loudly.

I raised my chin and said: "Anyway, he's missing. Why don't you come with me to look for him?"

The other students joined in the commotion.

The history teacher couldn't take it anymore and impatiently shooed us away: "Olivia, go look with him! Come back to class when you find him!"

I turned and left without waiting for Olivia.

She complained behind me: "Lucas, what's wrong with you? Can you stop causing trouble for me every day?"