Chapter 144

Shaw said, "We didn't get the review materials today, but we'll try again tomorrow."

Summer replied, "Okay, thanks, Dad and Mom. Even if we can't borrow them, it's fine."

After explaining the situation to Carman and Shaw, Summer hurried to wash up.

Carman and Shaw turned off the lights to sleep, but Summer, after washing up, didn't go to bed right away. Instead, she studied under her desk lamp for another two hours, only turning off the light and going to bed when she couldn't stop yawning.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.

The next day, she woke up to her alarm, repeating the same routine as the previous day.

After work in the evening, she and Jenny hurried to the cafeteria to eat before rushing to night school to grab a good seat.

They dashed into the large classroom and scanned for open seats.

Summer not only spotted an empty seat in the second row but also saw Logan sitting right next to it.

She and Jenny rushed over, initially smiling, but Summer's smile faded when she made eye contact with Logan.

To avoid any awkwardness, Summer pretended not to know Logan. She looked away, led Jenny past the second row as if it were mined, and took seats in the fourth row.

Logan smirked, lowering his gaze.

Once they sat down, Jenny took off her backpack and asked, puzzled, "There were seats in the second row. Why didn't we sit there?"

Summer cleared her throat. "It felt a bit too close to the board. The fourth row is just right."

Jenny looked at the board. "I suppose you're right."

Already seated, the difference between the second and fourth rows didn't matter, so Jenny didn't bring it up again. As she pulled out her materials, she said, "The review outline is so hard to borrow. No one at our workplace seems to have it. We probably won't get it."

Summer pulled out her own review materials. "Let's focus on reviewing the key points the teacher covers each day."

Jenny nodded in agreement. "That's all we can do for now."

With that, they stopped chatting and concentrated on their studies.

Before long, the classroom filled up, and the teacher arrived. They put down their pens and paid close attention to the lecture.

Summer was sitting diagonally behind Logan. Sometimes, when looking at the board, her gaze would catch his profile.

Each time this happened, she'd hold her breath for a moment before refocusing on the lesson.

The two-hour night school session passed quickly with all the studying, memorizing, and problem-solving.

When it was time to leave, everyone packed up and left, some yawning loudly as they spoke.

Summer was still packing her bag when Logan, who was sitting in the front row, stood up and left.

As he walked away, Summer felt a wave of relief wash over her, making her packing much lighter.

After spending so much time with him in the countryside, maintaining a distance was easy, but pretending he didn't exist was impossible, especially since he kept appearing in her sight tonight.

Taking a deep breath, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and left with Jenny.

Just like the night before, Jenny walked back to the dormitory, and Summer went to the bike shed to ride home.

There were only a few bikes left in the shed.

Summer unlocked her bike and pushed it out.

Just a few steps from the shed, she suddenly saw Logan standing not far ahead.

She froze, gripping her bike, and stopped in her tracks.

Blinking, she looked at Logan, surprised.

Logan spoke, "It's only been ten days, and you don't recognize me?"

Summer blinked again, looking around. Seeing no one else nearby, she looked back at Logan. "Are you talking to me?"

Logan sighed. "Who else would I be talking to, a ghost?"

Summer stared at him, momentarily speechless.

Then, she asked in a deliberately distant tone, "What do you want?"

Logan didn't answer her question. Instead, he walked closer, scrutinizing her face. "What's up with your face?"

"My face?"

Summer was taken aback.

No one had mentioned her looking prettier recently, and she'd been so focused on exams that she'd forgotten about it.

Feigning ignorance, she asked, "What's wrong with my face?"

Logan looked at her intently. "It looks like it hasn't changed, but also like it's completely different. I can't put my finger on it, but you look a lot prettier."

Hearing him say she looked prettier made her want to smile.

She quickly pressed her lips together to hold it in, steadied her expression, and said, "Maybe being back in the city has improved my mood, changing my look and vibe."

Pushing the topic further was pointless.

Logan changed the subject, asking, "Why are you pretending not to know me?"