Bicycle Girl at St Feather

Chapter One

The body lay in perfect repose on the Victorian fainting couch, looking more like a sleeping beauty than a victim. Detective Sarah Chen had seen enough death in her ten years with the Metropolitan Police's Special Cases Unit to know that natural death never looked this peaceful. Something was very, very wrong.
'No signs of struggle, no marks on the body, and yet...' She leaned closer, studying the victim's face. Charlotte Mills, aged 28, was found by her roommate this morning, apparently having passed away in her sleep. Her expression was serene, almost blissful, but her eyes - those were what caught Sarah's attention. Behind the closed lids, her eyes were moving rapidly, as if still deep in REM sleep.
"You see it too, don't you?" The voice came from behind her, rich and cultured with a slight Irish lilt. "She's still dreaming."
Sarah turned to find a tall man in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit standing in the doorway. He hadn't been there a moment ago, she was certain of it. His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, and his eyes were an unusual shade of amber that seemed to shift color in the light.
"This is a closed crime scene," she said firmly, her hand instinctively moving toward her weapon. "How did you get in here?"
He smiled, but it didn't reach those strange eyes. "Dr. Marcus Thorne," he said, pulling out a card that somehow both looked official and seemed to shimmer slightly. "I'm a consulting specialist with the Department's new Oneiric Phenomena Division."
"The what division?" Sarah frowned, taking the card. The moment her fingers touched it, she felt a slight electric tingle, and the letters seemed to rearrange themselves before her eyes.
"Dreams, Detective Chen. We investigate crimes involving dreams." He moved into the room with fluid grace, his attention fixed on the victim. "And this is the third one this month."
Sarah's mind raced. There had been two other deaths recently - both young women, both found peacefully dead in their sleep. She'd seen the reports but hadn't made the connection until now. "How do you know about those cases?"
"Because I've been tracking the killer for quite some time." Thorne knelt beside the body, his eyes now definitely more gold than amber. "He's what we call a Dream Collector - someone who has learned to enter and steal dreams. But this one has developed a taste for more than just dreams. He's taking souls."
Under normal circumstances, Sarah would have dismissed such talk as nonsense. But there was something about the scene, about the victim's still-moving eyes, about Thorne himself, that made the impossible seem suddenly plausible.
"If you're tracking him," she said carefully, "why haven't you caught him?"
Thorne's expression darkened. "Because he only appears in dreams. The physical world is my domain, but his... his is the realm of sleep. To catch him, we need someone who can walk between both worlds." He turned those unsettling eyes on her. "Someone like you."
"Me?" Sarah almost laughed, but the sound died in her throat as memories she'd long suppressed began to surface. The dreams that felt too real, the nights she'd awakened to find objects moved in her room, the way she sometimes knew things she couldn't possibly know...
"You've always known you were different, haven't you, Detective?" Thorne's voice was gentle now. "The dreams that come true, the hunches that turn out to be right, the way you can sometimes see how people died just by touching objects they owned..."
Sarah took an involuntary step back. "How do you know about that?"
"Because I've been looking for someone like you. A Natural - someone born with the ability to cross the threshold between waking and dreaming." He gestured to the victim. "Charlotte here won't be his last. There will be others, and their souls will remain trapped in an eternal dream unless we stop him."
Just then, the victim's hand twitched, her fingers moving as if writing something. Sarah moved closer, watching as invisible words were traced in the air. Thorne pulled out what looked like an antique monocle and held it up. Through its lens, golden letters shimmered in the air where Charlotte's fingers moved.
"Help me," Thorne read aloud. "He's coming for the others."
Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at the victim's peaceful face, at those restlessly moving eyes, and made a decision that would change her life forever.
"Tell me what I need to do."
Thorne's smile was grim. "First, you need to learn to control your abilities. Then..." he held up the monocle, through which Sarah could now see strange symbols glowing all around the room, "you need to learn to hunt in dreams."
Outside the Victorian townhouse, storm clouds gathered, and Sarah Chen, homicide detective and newly discovered dream walker, took her first step into a world where nightmares were real, and death was just another kind of sleep.

Chapter Two

The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.
"The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere."
The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass.
"Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real.
"Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again."
The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long.
"Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it."
Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping.
"Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers."
"What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing.
"A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls."
"And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes.
"He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours."
Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another.
"He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating."
The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter.
"Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen."
Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement.
"He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself."
As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp.
Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control."
"What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?"
Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke.
"He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?"
Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?"
"If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul."
As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own.
The hunt was about to begin.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

They arrived at St. Bartholomew's Hospital just as the emergency lights began to flash. Sarah followed Thorne through corridors that seemed to blur at the edges of her vision, her new badge somehow clearing their path without ever being shown.
"Room 307," Thorne said, his voice tight with urgency. "Young male, admitted for minor surgery, slipped into an unusual coma during recovery."
The patient, David Parker, age 23, lay perfectly still on his hospital bed, his eyes moving rapidly beneath closed lids. Just like Charlotte Mills. But this time, something was different - the air around him rippled like heat waves over hot asphalt.
"He's still in the process of taking him," Thorne said, pulling out what looked like an antique pocket watch. "We can follow if we're quick. Are you ready for your first dream dive?"
Sarah's heart pounded. "What do I need to do?"
"Take my hand. Focus on the patient. Let your consciousness slip between the moments of reality." Thorne's eyes began to glow that strange amber color. "And whatever you see in there, remember - dream logic is real logic in that world."
Sarah grasped Thorne's hand and looked at David Parker. The world tilted, twisted, and suddenly...
They were standing in a hospital corridor that wasn't quite right. The walls breathed slowly, the floor was made of flowing water that somehow supported their weight, and the ceiling was a swirling mass of constellation maps.
"His dreamscape," Thorne explained, his voice echoing strangely. "Every dreamer creates their own reality. Look."
Down the impossible corridor, a figure in a doctor's coat was leading David Parker by the hand. But the 'doctor' was wrong - his shadow moved independently, reaching out with grasping tendrils towards other dreams that floated past like soap bubbles.
"The Dream Collector," Sarah whispered.
As if hearing his name, the figure turned. Sarah's breath caught. His face was a beautiful mask of shifting features, never settling on one form, but his eyes... his eyes were endless pits of swirling dreams.
"Ah, the new dreamer," his voice was like silk over broken glass. "And my old friend Marcus. Still trying to police the dream worlds?"
Thorne stepped forward, and Sarah noticed his appearance had changed in the dream. His suit was now made of living shadows, and wings of dark light stretched from his shoulders. "Let him go, Collector. You've taken enough souls."
The Collector laughed, the sound causing the hospital walls to crack, leaking golden dream-light. "Taken? Oh, Marcus, you still don't understand. They give themselves to me. Show her, David."
The young man turned, and Sarah saw his eyes were glassy with bliss. "It's beautiful here," he said dreamily. "All my pain is gone. All my fears. He takes them all away."
"By taking everything you are," Sarah found herself saying. She took a step forward, instinctively reaching for her police badge. In the dream, it transformed into a shield of pure light. "David, this isn't real healing. It's theft."
The Collector's face rippled with anger. "You dare interrupt my collection?" The corridor began to twist, reality bending around them. "Let me show you what happens to those who interfere with my work."
Suddenly, the floor beneath Sarah liquefied completely. She started to sink, but instead of water, she was drowning in dreams - thousands of them, each containing a fragment of someone's stolen soul. She saw Charlotte Mills dancing endlessly in a ballroom of mirrors, saw other victims trapped in perfect moments that had become eternal prisons.
"Sarah!" Thorne's voice cut through the chaos. "Remember - dream logic! Make your own rules!"
Dream logic. Sarah closed her eyes, focusing on her years of police work, of protecting people, of solving puzzles. When she opened them, her badge-shield had transformed into a sword of pure thought.
With a cry, she slashed through the dream-flood. Reality reasserted itself - or at least, this dream's version of reality. She stood on solid ground again, facing the Collector.
"Impressive," he purred, but she sensed uncertainty in his voice. "You're stronger than the usual dreamers Marcus recruits. Perhaps we could make a deal..."
"No deals," Sarah said firmly. She could feel her power growing, reshaping the dream around them. "David, look at what he really is. Look with your heart, not your fears."
For a moment, David's eyes cleared. The Collector's beautiful mask slipped, revealing something ancient and hungry beneath. David screamed, pulling away from the creature's grasp.
The Collector snarled, his form shifting into something monstrous. "If I can't have him willingly..." Shadows exploded from his body, reaching for David.
What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Thorne spread his dark wings, shielding David. Sarah's sword of thought became a net of light, trapping some of the shadows. But the Collector himself simply... stepped sideways, vanishing into a door that appeared in the air.
"Sweet dreams, detectives," his voice lingered behind. "We'll meet again soon. After all, Sarah, your dreams are particularly... appetizing."
The dreamscape began to dissolve. Sarah felt Thorne grab her arm, pulling her back through layers of reality. Then...
They were standing in the hospital room again. David Parker was awake, gasping, but alive and whole. A nurse was rushing in, responding to his sudden revival.
"We saved one," Thorne said quietly. "But he'll be angry now. And he'll come for you."
Sarah touched her badge, still feeling echoes of its dream-power. "Good," she said grimly. "Because I have some questions for him about Charlotte Mills. And about what you really are, Marcus Thorne."
Thorne's expression was unreadable. "All in time, Detective. For now, you need to rest. Tomorrow, your real training begins."
As they left the hospital, Sarah could have sworn she saw her shadow move independently, reaching for dreams that floated just beyond the edge of sight. The world would never look quite the same again.

Chapter Four

Sarah's apartment looked different when she returned that night. The shadows seemed deeper, more alive, and ordinary objects cast reflections that didn't quite match reality. The dreamcatcher Thorne had given her pulsed softly in her pocket, responding to the changed way she now saw the world.
She was exhausted but afraid to sleep. The Collector's words echoed in her mind: 'Your dreams are particularly appetizing.' Instead, she spread her case files across the coffee table - photographs of Charlotte Mills, the other victims, and now David Parker's medical records.
A soft chime from her badge interrupted her concentration. The metal had grown warm, and when she touched it, words appeared in that strange shifting script: 'Archive. Now. Emergency.'
The museum was different at night. Sarah's new badge led her through doors that hadn't existed during her first visit, down stairs that seemed to descend far deeper than the building's foundation should allow. She found Thorne in a circular room she hadn't seen before, surrounded by floating screens of light that showed various dreamscapes.
"We have a problem," he said without preamble. "The Collector's attack pattern has changed. Look."
The screens shifted, showing a map of the city overlaid with points of light. "Each light is a dreamer," Thorne explained. "The blue ones are normal dreams. The red..." He gestured, and several dots pulsed an angry crimson. "Those are nightmares being actively shaped by outside forces."
"He's attacking multiple targets at once?"
"No." Thorne's expression was grim. "He's leaving traps. Dream-snares. Anyone who falls asleep in these areas risks being pulled into a constructed nightmare. He's trying to overwhelm our ability to respond."
Sarah studied the pattern of red dots. "They're forming a shape... a symbol?"
"A summoning circle." A new voice joined them. Sarah turned to see an elderly woman emerging from what appeared to be a door made of starlight. Her eyes were milk-white, but she moved with absolute certainty.
"Sarah, meet Dr. Eleanor Price, the Archive's keeper," Thorne said. "And yes, she's blind in the waking world, but in dreams..."
"I see everything," Eleanor finished. Her unseeing eyes fixed on Sarah with uncomfortable accuracy. "Including what our friend the Collector is truly planning. He's not just taking souls anymore. He's building toward something larger."
She gestured, and the room transformed around them. They were suddenly standing in what looked like a vast library, but the books were made of dreams, their pages flowing like liquid memory.
"Every dream ever archived is stored here," Eleanor explained. "Including the oldest nightmares of humanity. The Collector isn't just a thief - he's trying to wake something that should stay sleeping. Something we locked away centuries ago."
She pulled a book from the shelf, and its pages burst open, projecting a scene of ancient horror - a time when the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner, when nightmares could walk in daylight.
"The Last Nightmare," Thorne said softly. "We thought it was safely contained, but if he completes that summoning circle..."
A sudden tremor ran through the Archive. One of the red dots on the map had grown larger, pulsing violently.
"He's starting," Eleanor's voice was urgent. "Sarah, you need to see something before you face this." She pressed her fingers to Sarah's forehead, and suddenly...
She was in a memory. A younger Thorne stood with a woman who looked remarkably like Sarah herself, facing down a shadow that threatened to devour the world. The woman - another dream detective? - sacrificed herself to help seal away the nightmare.
"Your mother," Eleanor's voice echoed in her mind. "She was one of us. Her sacrifice helped lock away the Last Nightmare, but the Collector has never stopped trying to free it. And now he's found you - her daughter, with her power."
The vision ended abruptly as another tremor shook the Archive. More red dots were pulsing on the map.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah demanded, turning to Thorne.
"Because I promised her I'd keep you away from this life," he replied, pain evident in his voice. "But now the Collector knows who you are, and we're running out of time."
"The summoning circle will be complete at the next new moon," Eleanor added. "Three days from now. If the Last Nightmare wakes..."
"Then we stop him before that happens," Sarah said firmly, though her mind was reeling from the revelations. "How do we break these dream-snares?"
"It's dangerous," Thorne warned. "Each one is a trap designed specifically for dream walkers. If you're caught..."
"Then you'll just have to watch my back," Sarah said. She touched her badge, feeling its power respond. "Where do we start?"
Eleanor smiled, her blind eyes somehow twinkling. "First, you need to understand what you truly inherited from your mother. It's time you learned about the true history of the dream walkers - and why the Collector fears your bloodline above all others."
As if in response to Eleanor's words, the books around them began to glow, their pages rustling with the weight of secrets about to be revealed. In the map above, the red dots pulsed like a countdown to catastrophe, and Sarah realized she had less than three days to master powers she never knew she had.
The true game was about to begin.

Chapter 1

"Gosh, they're so welcoming of bicyclists at their school!"

"What mountain did that girl come from? Did I see her shoes? I've never seen them before!"

"Ugh, another hick at school, what a bummer!"

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Her classmates were staring at her like she was a monster. Lila simply didn't see it, took a deep breath, put on her headphones, listened to music, and pushed her bike towards the campus.

Suddenly, there was a loud scream in the campus, and people rushed to the entrance like a tidal wave.

"Eric Montgomery is here!"

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"Eric Montgomery! Eric Montgomery! His Prince!"

The girls in the crowd screamed wildly, but spontaneously cleared a wide path, standing on either side of them and shouting.

A Luxury Car that seems to be worth a lot of money drove into the campus, the handsome boy inside the car heard the sound outside, couldn't help but frown, directly closed the window, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

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The driver was a bit anxious, begging Eric's temper if the attack will be bad!

Just as he was about to honk the horn again, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "Why is the car speeding like a snail?"

The driver was scared and his legs trembled: "Young ...... master, there is a girl in front of ......."

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"Young master ......" The driver was a little difficult, already so close, and then drive will be hit!

However, his words have not finished, Eric Montgomery spoke violently: "Let me open on the open! Where so much nonsense!"

The driver slowly drove forward, honking the horn while driving, trying to remind the girl in front of him.

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"Young master ......" The driver was a little afraid to drive any further.

Eric Montgomery did not make any sound, the driver gritted his teeth and continued to drive forward.

Four meters ......

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Two meters ......

"Strange, why is there a honking sound in the headset?"

Lila Anderson realized that she stopped walking and took off her headphones to see what was going on, but it turned out that as soon as she took off her headphones, the ear-piercing sound of a siren suddenly exploded from behind her!

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She subconsciously looked back at the black sedan behind her, and was so scared that she hugged her head and shrunk into a ball, trembling all over.

The surrounding area is quiet, Lila Anderson heart thumping, the mind can not help but think, how the car came so quickly?

When she was worried, her waist suddenly felt kicked by something, and an impatient man's voice came from her ear: "Hey! Dead?"

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"Good dogs don't get in the way, you know?"

The mocking voice came to her ears, and Lila Anderson snapped back to her senses, knowing she was safe.

Chapter 2

She hurriedly climbed up and patted her clothes, and the moment she looked up, the boy's face was instantly imprinted on her eyes.

A head of charming light blonde hair, deep and clear eyes, straight nose, and skin like snow, simply without any flaws!

Really a big handsome man ah ......

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She scrambled to pick up the Desk Backpack and tried to push the broken button, but nothing happened!

Eric Montgomery was immediately annoyed when the girl in front of him didn't even look at him.

"Did she tell me to shut up?"

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"Wait, let me see if her Desk Backpack is broken." Lila Anderson waved her leg at him.

Eric Montgomery was dumbfounded, staring at the girl in front of him with her head down, daring to treat him with such impatience!

He snatched Lila Anderson's Desk Backpack, his eyes like fire, "Hey! Can't I see there's a car behind me? Who gave you permission to ride a broken bicycle in school?"

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That handsome guy looks like a good-looking dog, but why does he talk so badly?

She raised her eyes and glared angrily at Eric Montgomery: "You don't think that bike with two wheels could get in? I got in with four tires, didn't I?"

The crowd of onlookers were surprised, it looked like that girl was really not afraid of death, she dared to choke Eric Montgomery!

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"Where the hell did I come off as a yellow girl?" Eric Montgomery's tone of voice is as cold as ice, so that the people watching from the side couldn't help but shiver, sure enough, Montgomery's young master is going to be furious!

"Where did I come from again, rude guy?" Lila Anderson did not show any weakness and sneered back.

"I ...... I'll wait! You're going to make me regret this!"

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The driver hurriedly followed behind: "Young master, the car is coming, the car is coming ......"

"Get lost!" Eric Montgomery roared angrily, the car instantly stopped.

Lila Anderson took a look at the broken Desk Backpack, and chased after it unwillingly: "Hey! I have to pay for her Desk Backpack, I just bought it!"

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"Ouch......" Lila Anderson grunted, and the light in front of her dimmed.

"You know, hick, I was actually trying to get your attention, weren't I?" Eric Montgomery crouched down in front of Lila Anderson, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"Huh?"

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Eric Montgomery's lips came close to Lila Anderson's ear, and he spoke the words slowly.

Lila Anderson's head suddenly buzzed, almost immediately jumped up from the floor, covered his butt and stared at Eric Montgomery.

And Eric Montgomery but cold smile, continue to look at her: "hick, seduce men, that is the lowest vulgar behavior ......"

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Who knows that her words are too loud, behind the onlookers of the girls suddenly boiled up, one by one toward Lila Anderson cast a hateful gaze.

Chapter 3

If eyes could kill, Lila Anderson would be dead.

"Pug," Eric Montgomery suddenly took a step forward, his legs dangling around Lila Anderson's neck, seemingly ambiguously leaning into her ear, and said slyly, "Dare I say that he'll have me out of that school, in a week? "

Li(lFaM'ts faJce,N wuhiicFh &had tucrnedG Wregd^ belca_us'e (of Utnhe FboZyN's ptrPocxTiWmitSy, Qsuód*denlcyh &pÉa.ledr .au ffÉew( sMhadeVs afLtfer KhvebariLnMg tNhe.seé qwodrmdMst refh! Lkecave Kt^heK asNchgoo_ls É.É.(.q...n.w

Eric Montgomery looked at Lila Anderson's shocked expression, hooked up a smile with satisfaction, raised his eyebrows dashingly, turned around and stepped away.

"Class, this is the new student, her name is Lila Anderson, let's give her a round of applause!" The teacher kindly put her leg over Lila's, and introduced her.

BCuxt kno one Lap.pGlaukdseId,d evAery&one stvared crolldzlhyM Wat^ Li!laC, anTd Vonne. gTibrLlc Lev.eng ds(auid cPojntQeqmApctAu.oNusly,u "'HRickC!"

Lila's face turned slightly red.

"Hello everyone, I'm Lila Anderson, please take care of me from now on!" Lila introduced herself, but no one responded.

The air was so quiet that it was suffocating, initially the homeroom teacher still came out to intervene: "That ......Lila student, morning study has already begun, the teacher will help you arrange a seat, you quickly go to study it?"

SXaHidó,O then bt.e,acfhser's eydeRsR bUeganO t(oX AsHeRaJrchM cinJ t,hée dc,la$sst, ZbLutó rlFooIk ata ltLhat, sewemns. Ytroj be' unséa^tisóf_a_cxtor&y,j qaOnotdheór, seQeNms tRol mb(e iénÉapproprXiXaLtex.

Lila knew that her classmates didn't like her, and didn't want to waste more time, so she quickly swept her eyes and found an empty seat at the end of the class, "Teacher, I'll just sit there!"

"Huh? That seat ......"

"Teacher, let me sit there, it's fine." Lila said nicely.

"gUhk..!.F..m. voWkaZy!^"

Getting the teacher's permission, Lila carried her backpack towards that seat.

Until she got to her seat and started packing her bag, the class looked at her with a shocked look, as if that seat was inviolable!

She pressed on the desk with some annoyance, and it turned out to be a stroke of bad luck that the desk turned on in a flash!

IPt Kwiaspn'ty brroksednF,s tZhJankO Ig^o'oddneqssO!

However, when she thought about the warning that had been whispered in her ear, Lila felt annoyed and scared.

Before transferring to this school, Dad Anderson kept reminding her, "Daughter, I'm counting on you to feed and clothe my dad from now on! I'm going to fall in love with the boys in there!"

That kid doesn't look like an ordinary person, I don't know what kind of horrible things he'll do to her in the next few days, Dad's dream of getting into a rich family is not going to be fulfilled. ......

A$ltOhgough, iDtn i^s a mkoZrDnkivngX sgtudfy khalZlB, ,bVu!t afatebr tlhe b)ellO ranTgS,( jbut noF oxnVef TrZeapd^s CbomoDksk, soóme giirBls We_vaen Liénb qtBhe reqcklreQstsu vtPalk Vabou)t hpair)sttylems&, (cosmeFticsr angdd sfoX HonL.d

Of course, Lila also saw a few girls talking, eyes intentionally or unintentionally swept over her.

Lila was so upset that she just lay down on the table and pretended to be dead!

However, not long after she was lying on the desk, the desk was suddenly slapped!

LilGa dwass NstarYtlemdZ,S qNuCiRcsklUy gróaDisFeJd hPe.r eyes,h but &fBohufnd _aj feNwA fWaóshiOomnfaLbTlre igiArklsj hsItnoHodi ifnM *fruoPntC oUf hker,s sdtarNi)ngu uctoPlBd&l)y ant DheYrU, t.hep lYeakd&er ofI the Igirdls ch)eRwKinug xgum in theO mo.uthd,É lwookbsV libkCe aw Al*it!tQl*e vgirl.p

"Hey! Transfer student, do you know the rules of our class?" The girl chewing gum spoke up.

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Chapter 4

"What rules?" Lila Anderson got a little nervous, she'd seen those school dramas on TV more than once, where the heroines were bullied!

The girl took out a picture from the pocket of her school uniform, handed it to Lila, and said in a cold and arrogant tone, "Buy a bottle of drink for our Prince Eric Montgomery, if Eric can drink your drink, it means that he accepts you, and you can integrate into our class!"

"Eric Montgomery?"

LiVlÉag XAndersoPn tookG the_ ApictHuren ÉfroWmH tHhe giYrl'sF _ha.ntd, BoÉnl.y AtoA bKek pshoCck)ed asó sooSnT a*sU h(e^r Vey.eYsw cIajugShtt si'gkhKt ofM ÉthReJ cpzesrsojné minN twheB pviqctuRrNe',_ tHhel svazmez bIoy w!hZo had^ tchreJa)t)ewned Nher tt_h)atW morynKinygX!x

If she went to him, would she be throwing herself into a trap? Will he just throw her off campus?

"Hey, did you hear me? If you refuse, then I'm sorry, you'll have no place in our class, and we'll make you pack up and leave in three days!"

The girl said arrogantly, and Lila felt a little scared.

StiaKringR at thÉeN Ob!o!yÉ nitn. jthée gpi,ctu,rIe fWor sa $loPnTg Ntimuem,d Lilna dYeBciide(dM t_haKt Oit& mwo_ulgdk Fbre& buetpteVr tjoq bJuy a zdZriBnkb!d

Maybe by buying a drink, she can ask for leniency, so that he will be lenient to her. ......

After making up her mind, Lila took the photo and started to buy a drink, while a few girls in the classroom laughed gloatingly after she left.

"This transfer student is obviously an idiot! How can she believe such words?"

"TEric' isX sallbePrgiHcI t*oS dIrin$ks,Z GandM ythJis trkanDsmfLevrL ,studYeinVtÉ LimsH noFt Lafr*a$iTd GtXo fduelUiqvqerk NdrYirnks,f Iz beCtv sqhmeV wFoWnY't) fbe SabTlaew $toT Xentger thse^ ZschBoéo!l TtomoWr(row!"

"She'll be tortured to death for picking Eric to sit with her! Shameless transfer student!"

Being a new student, Lila had to walk halfway around the campus before she found the school supermarket.

Arftler IpickiVnlg xubp a dIrmipnNk,é LQilaU s!tjarytZehd sloéokóixn*gy forD Ebrircs MonFtgomnerPy.

The school is very big, Lila searched for a long time, but she didn't see Eric, but she exhausted herself.

She sat down on the basketball court, couldn't help but sit down and take a break, looking down at the boy in the picture.

Eric Montgomery was wearing a Silver Bracelet with a moon on his wrist, which looked quite special.

"DE)hj ehJ wsMt'u.dSen*t.,w NpleNase do Yy.ouD see this boy. éivnó xthe lp&hotioa?é rCKavll'ed ..'.....K *E'riac gMosntAgoPmzery!r"& ^LuiBlda sAaVwP a XboÉy wkaglHkinOg bWy hPer (side, HaPndi BquicklyD drsaLggeNdW ÉhMikmJ tpo was,kY.!

But the boy just took a look at the photo of the person, then a change of color, and then with eyes full of sympathy looked at Lila: "Classmate, you ...... looking for him for what?"

"To bring him a drink!" Lila shook the drink in her hand.

Boys heard the expression suddenly more exaggerated, hastily waved his hands: "I do not know do not know!" After saying this, he fled!

LNilSaA blninked !hepr_ ueNyes, ^loéohkingU aPt Tt_h*eL boy's stuMmBbliing RbRac*kC, cckoAukld not BheslipD IbutU 'bFe* yam litntle' rstfrKaZngZe.

Enough rest, revitalization.

Lila took the photo and continued to look, and finally saw two people in the most remote and hidden place in a small forest.

One of the boys had his back to her, talking to a middle-aged man in a suit.

The Cbsoy $was wseiavrKiingD Haf _Tand $Trenc.h Coatg,K wLh^iPch NseUt WoflfA hiisc tQahlqlw IfigHuirHe pferYfZemc!tdlys. yAmlMthFogugmh hisr bac$kÉ kw'as' ,turnXed toF LiPl^a^,^ Rsrhe c(ould ,stqill tBellMl btLhatb her Ow!as vVeryy éhandbsome,.Y

Lila couldn't help but take a few quiet steps closer, and then clearly saw the Silver Bracelet on his hand!

Could it be him?

Eh certainly not, in the morning he wore a Black Trench Coat ah, in front of this man wearing a Tan, although the figure looks like the back, but certainly not!

LilaN shfooókO h!er _head,t r(eÉa_dyé Utco) cleqavey.é

However, at the moment she was about to leave, the middle-aged man in a suit also saw Lila, and suddenly looked aghast.

Chapter 5

Lila Anderson was startled by the look on her face, and was too scared to move. The boy with his back to her turned his head, and the moment he met Lila Anderson's eyes, she almost jumped up in excitement! It was really that boy! In less than an hour, he had changed his clothes!

But Lila Anderson is a little strange, the boy's eyes look very gentle, and before the threat to her temperament is completely different ...... Lila Anderson couldn't help but look down at the photo, and looked at the boy in front of her, initially determined that, indeed, they look exactly the same, in front of the boy is really The boy in front of her is really the boy who threatened her earlier!

Thinking of this, Lila Anderson immediately began to feel nervous and uneasy. She tightly hugged the drink in her arms, and then the corner of her mouth pulled out a smile, carefully waved her hand: "Hi ...... classmates, good to see you again ......"

HowIev!efrz,x .af,t^eWrÉ BLila jAnXdfersPopn sfinishzed( hjejr_ seMn&tendce,g thes vb'ovyz'ósd VexPprue^ssiYoQnH Pappeéaéreyd a trzaceZ bof sVurPpDrisWeb:f "IAg*ai)nY?N IWe vh^apvex WmAevtC?n"H

Ahhh, what does that mean, has that handsome guy already forgotten what happened with her before ......

Lila Anderson froze for a second, but then laughed happily, "No, no, no, no, no! Never met! We've never met!"

Looks like that handsome guy has amnesia, he forgot the previous things so quickly, it's good to forget, it's good to forget ......

LkialÉaz AndKemrso_nU ésmileFd .devNiopuBslyW, YanPd immediatcely r.anR to' NtYhe boy! wniéth ya boitGt'l.e of drin(k iLn herV axrlms*,n "tClCass(mapte, zheD'.s haV CnneAw Cstu,dment, bPuy mWeP aó drinkj!q"

Who knows that just as she arrived in front of the boy, the middle-aged man was like an enemy, immediately stepping in front of the boy, looking at Lila Anderson with a vigilant expression.

Lila Anderson stopped in her tracks, holding the bottle of drink and looking at the boy and the middle-aged man, Ethan Montgomery saw this scene, but could not help but smile slightly, stretching his leg over the butler, and directly took the drink from Lila Anderson's arms, and elegantly unscrewed the bottle cap, and drank a small mouthful of it.

"Class, thank you for the drink, it's delicious." Ethan Montgomery slightly raised the corners of his lips and smiled, the whole person was as warm as the winter sun, Lila Anderson looked at his eyes straight, almost drooling!

S$hée noddedY her h&eadP $blaZnlkUly(,f .tVhen tshooXkk her hge)aIdj Av*iugonrouslFy, !"jYou'rWe( vwZelFcoBmTe,f y)ouN''reY &welkcoómje!Q iYou*'trBe Mwe!ldcGoLmeó!"

"How could it be?" Ethan Montgomery walked over to Lila Anderson and handed her the bottle, his long fingers lifting the strands of hair that had fallen around her cheek and gently tucking them back behind Lila Anderson's ear.

Lila Anderson's heart exploded, and her face instantly blushed with embarrassment. Oh my god, does this boy have a dual personality? Before like a demon like horror, but now is warm beyond words, simply make people want to melt ......

Just as Ethan Montgomery withdrew his hand, Lila Anderson glanced over her shoulder and saw a star on the chain hanging from the boy's ankle, instead of the moon in the picture ......

Lilaai qAndéeCrsvon w$aisF rst&uynOned mfdor ai mo!menWt, an!dQ ,sh&e _quiYctkly Klookwejd Supr tLo& ut(akYeZ a cJlosieWrÉ (lCobokÉ agtj thue bPoSyX in rfrontC Xofh hberu. IOutq uoYf cabu^tZioRn, dshe cwau*tiuouslJyZ atsked,Y "WClasrsMmalteZ,v whGa*t'ésB jmkyB npaOme(?"u

"His name is Ethan-" Here, the boy suddenly paused in his voice, then replied smoothly with a smile, "His name is Eric Montgomery."

Lila Anderson nodded happily at the end of the sentence, it seemed that she had found the right man, just a different chain! The butler standing beside Ethan Montgomery couldn't help but frown a little, but didn't say anything.

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