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Memories You Can Never Forget

As the class rolled on, I was really getting into my studies, diving deep into the whole academic vibe. But then, out of the blue, I felt this gentle nudge, like the universe saying, "Hey, check this out." So, I looked up, and there she was, this girl sitting upfront. Her eyes, this warm brown hue, caught mine in a kind of mesmerizing way. I found myself just staring at her, totally caught off guard by this unexpected connection. Her eyes just grabbed all my attention, and man, my heart was racing like it was trying to win a marathon. I'm pretty sure she felt the same way... It wasn't like I hadn't seen pretty eyes before, but there was just something very special about hers, you know? I just couldn't stop looking at her; it was like her eyes had cast a spell on me or something. And then, without saying a word, she subtly pointed to my pen on the floor and gestured to pick it up. It might sound simple, but in that moment, it felt like there was this unspoken understanding between us, you know? Like a little spark in the midst of a regular day. "Memories You Can Never Forget" is all about the love story of Hamlyn Hasegawa, the brainiac of high school, and Sheryl Shinohara. Their lives took a whole new turn one ordinary day at school when their eyes locked, setting off a chain of events that would stay etched in their memories forever. Come along on this rollercoaster of Love and Hate, Loyalty and Betrayal, Joy and Tears.

Hamzix Verse · 都市
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170 Chs

Chapter "The Unexpected Flavor"

Rurina was still staring at the spot where she had tied her chicken, now missing.

Ruby and Sheryl’s gazes were also fixed on the spot, their eyes wide with disbelief.

“You fools! You cooked my chicken!” Rurina screamed in fury, leaping to her feet and seizing Hamond by his collar. He stood there, trembling and wide-eyed.

“N-no, no, no, we didn't,” Hamond stammered, his voice shaking. “We didn't cook it!”

“Then where is it? And why does this meat taste like chicken?” Rurina roared, her voice quivering with rage. Her eyes blazed as she demanded answers, her grip tightening on Hamond’s collar.

“We don’t know where your chicken is,” Hamond stammered, his voice barely steady. “And yes, this is chicken but not your chicken. While you were helping Yuzuki we searched each other’s bags and luckily found a few pieces in Henry’s bag so we cooked them. We don’t know anything about your chicken,” he concluded in a rush, not pausing for breath.