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Ryan Wesley, who is that?

Considering that the students at Grey are either rich or powerful, Purple Summers hesitantly asked, “Ryan Wesley… is he the son of some high-ranking official?”

Zara Jameson shook her head, “It’s not about his parents, but his uncle.”

“Who is his uncle?”

Zara Jameson and Jane McCain looked serious as they told her, “Ryan Wesley’s uncle is the chief steward of the Howard Family in Faithford!”

Purple Summers felt like she kind of understood…

But also didn’t…

“If the head of the Howard Family is the emperor of Faithford, what would you say Ryan Wesley’s uncle is?” Jane McCain asked her.

Purple Summers was uncertain, “Prime Minister?”

Jane McCain shook her head.

Purple Summers frowned, “The royal guard?”

Zara Jameson, anxious for her, interjected, “Of course, he is the eunuch in charge! Think about it, if you offend the eunuch by the emperor’s side, how can you survive?”

Purple Summers:

She couldn’t help but find it a bit ridiculous…

However, both Zara Jameson and Jane McCain looked very serious, showing no signs of joking.

“You should be careful.” Zara Jameson kindly reminded Purple Summers, “Ryan Wesley is the only student in Grey school who fails every year, but he is never expelled. Shelby Carlson was harassed by Ryan Wesley, and she had no choice but to take it. No one dares to mess with Ryan Wesley in Grey!”

Shelby Carlson is the daughter of the mayor, and even the mayor’s daughter is powerless to resist. It’s apparent how dreadful Ryan Wesley’s background is.

Jane McCain said quietly, “Be careful. You’re attractive, and he might easily notice you.”

Purple Summers reluctantly nodded her head.

She decided to come to Grey to study diligently and use the school as a stepping stone to re-enter the judicial field.

She didn’t expect the interpersonal relationships in school to be so troublesome.

After the new semester began, Purple Summers submitted an application to the school for an assessment to skip a grade.

She was low-key, diligent in her studies, and naturally beautiful. She quickly caught the attention of some boys, and some even privately called her the new goddess of Grey.

Within a week of school starting, Purple Summers’ desk began to receive small gifts, roses, letter papers, and other items from time to time.

Having experienced such treatment before, Purple Summers found it strange but not surprising. As she did before, she threw everything unrelated to studying into the trash.

Students realized that although the goddess appeared gentle and lovely, her heart was as cold as an iceberg and difficult to win over.

Some were discouraged, while others became more determined, sending gifts even more fiercely!

During the break, Purple Summers went to the bathroom, and when she returned, she found a bunch of roses on her desk.

She sighed inwardly at the extravagance of Grey’s students. Providing roses daily like this would cost quite a bit of money.

As usual, Purple Summers threw the flowers into the trash, decisively and swiftly.

Suddenly, a hand blocked her.

Purple Summers looked up and saw a mischievous smile on a face.

“Little school sister, why throw away such beautiful flowers?”

Purple Summers examined the stranger’s face and slightly furrowed her brow.

The person said with a grin, “Do you not like roses, or is it the color you don’t like? Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, or purple, which do you prefer? I, Ryan Wesley, can find them for you in a minute. How about that?”

Purple Summers suddenly realized, “You’re the one who’s been sending me flowers?”

Ryan Wesley was smug, his head held high.

Before he could say anything, Purple Summers asked, “If you want to be friends with me, why didn’t you just tell me directly?”

Ryan Wesley was taken aback, then ecstatic, “That’s right! I want to make friends with you!”

Having said that, he reached out to touch Purple Summers’ face—