Ava watched in horror as her mischievous little cat, Coco, leaped onto the table and left her dainty paw prints all over the cake.
“Oh no, Coco! My gosh!” she exclaimed, rushing over to scoop up the small bundle of fur.
“You little rogue,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “Day by day, you’re getting bolder. Are you hungry? Want some cat food? And don’t give me those innocent eyes—you’re anything but innocent!”
With a smile, she placed Coco gently on the floor and served her a plate of food. Once Coco finished eating, Ava lifted her pet and carried her to bed, where they lay down together.
“Oh, Coco,” Ava whispered as she stroked her soft fur. “I missed you so much when you were in the hospital. I was so lonely. Now you’re back, but you’re a bit of a troublemaker. Don’t worry, though, I’m here.” She hugged Coco tightly and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, unaware that someone was watching from afar, smirking and quietly jotting something down in a notebook before slipping away.
That night, Ava drifted into sleep with Coco snuggled in her arms. But her peaceful rest was just the beginning. For the next two days, she tirelessly plotted mischievous schemes to trap Professor Jeon, only to see them hilariously backfire.
On the third day, Camellie, one of her best friends, finally confronted her. “Ava, give it a rest! Aren’t you tired of trying to mess with him? Every plan you’ve had has failed miserably.”
Ava scowled. “I’m not stopping until he’s humiliated, just like he humiliated me. If I don’t, he’ll think I’m weak.”
Camellie shook her head. “Then beat him with your willpower, not these silly schemes.”
Ava cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Camellie leaned closer and whispered an idea into Ava’s ear.
Ava’s eyes lit up. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because you lack the brains,” Alice, her other friend, teased.
“Are you being savage, Alice?” Ava grinned, and they all shared a laugh.
A few minutes later, Professor Jeon entered the classroom, only to find it empty. Confused, he spotted a notice on the door stating, “Class 1 is relocated to the third floor.” Taking the stairs, he scoured each room on the third floor, growing more frustrated with every empty classroom. Sweating from the exertion, he climbed to the fourth floor, where he ran into Professor Lucy.
“What are you doing, Professor Jeon?” she asked with concern, noting his disheveled state.
“I was looking for my class,” he replied curtly.
“Oh, I saw them on the second floor just five minutes ago.”
His face darkened as realization struck. Without a word, he hurried back to his classroom, where he found the students seated, including a barely contained Ava, biting her lip to suppress her laughter.
“Ava,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes shooting daggers at her. But before he could react, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
As soon as he left, Ava burst out laughing. “Did you see his face? It was priceless! This plan was perfect!”
Alice gave her a concerned look. “But he seemed really angry.”
“So what? He didn’t care when he humiliated me. I warned him,” Ava said defiantly.
Later that day, Ava met her neighbor, Cheng, who nervously asked if she could lend him her notes. She quickly borrowed Camellie’s and Alice’s notebooks instead, unwilling to reveal the doodles in her own.
“Oh my gosh, Ava!” Camellie laughed as she flipped through Ava’s notebook later. “You’ve drawn cartoons of Professor Jeon groveling at your feet!”
Ava snatched her notebook back, laughing sheepishly. “It’s just my way of blowing off steam!”
That night, restless from her studies, Ava slipped out of the house and borrowed her neighbor’s motorcycle. Riding through the city streets with the wind in her hair, she felt a wild sense of freedom. Suddenly, she noticed another biker beside her. His face was hidden under a helmet, but his intense gaze met hers as he lifted his visor. With a challenging glint in his eye, he signaled for a race.
Intrigued, Ava took up the challenge. They zoomed through the streets, pushing their bikes to the limit, raindrops splattering as they sped side by side. But just as she was closing the gap, her bike sputtered to a stop. Out of gas.
Frustrated, she watched as her mysterious competitor slowed down and circled back, stopping beside her. Without a word, he poured fuel from a small bottle into her tank, then mounted his bike and gestured for another race. But before Ava could ask his name, he sped off into the night.
“Who was that guy?” she wondered aloud, watching his taillights fade into the distance.
The next morning, Ava’s peaceful slumber was interrupted by the faint sound of someone crying. She opened her eyes and rushed to the balcony, peering outside to see...
To be continued...
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