Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Attentiveness (Extra update for over a thousand recommendation tickets)

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Jane McCain actually took it seriously: “Look at those comedians, are any of them good-looking? Those with even slightly decent facial features dress themselves up to look strange and ugly. Some professions have requirements for appearances; it’s just how it is.”

Purple Summers agreed.

To be precise, Henry Jameson’s problem wasn’t about being handsome, but that he easily made young girls fantasize about him.

He came from a literary family, exuding the demeanor of a gentle and cultured man. He had studied abroad and took on the essence of British gentlemen. Combined with his attractive features and good taste, his faint smile could make young girls feel as if bathed in the spring breeze. He could easily attract a large number of young female students with insufficient self-control, making his presence in the school a real hazard.

If Henry was fatter, uglier, or older, perhaps Chloe Bennett wouldn’t have done that disgusting thing anyway, right?

However, it seemed a bit unfair to Henry, as after all, he was the victim.

Still, Purple felt he wasn’t suited to continue staying in the school…

Zara Jameson continued to argue with Jane: “So by your logic, a slightly pretty female teacher would also be leading astray? ”

Jane replied, “There are rules in school, aren’t there? Female teachers are not allowed to wear heavy makeup, short skirts, or revealing clothing…these rules actually suppress a woman’s natural desire to dress up. It’s a hidden form of discrimination, but there’s no other choice. When facing immature students, it’s safer to look plainer and more old-fashioned.”

Zara couldn’t argue against her, glaring at her angrily, but since they were close friends, a little verbal fight wouldn’t cause any real harm.

The three of them chatted while walking and soon it was their turn in line.

After getting their meals, they found the canteen was already packed with no empty tables left.

“Shall we go eat in the grove?” Zara suggested.

There was a small grove next to the canteen. In the morning, many students liked to study there, while in the evening, it became a prime spot for teachers to catch students involved in puppy love.

“Let’s look for a place first.” Jane was reluctant to go, “A gust of wind there would scatter leaves everywhere. I don’t want to eat with a mouthful of leaves.”

The recent temperature drop had caused a lot of leaves to fall.

Purple was also searching in the crowd to see if she could find a vacant spot.

She saw Ryan Wesley waving at her enthusiastically from not far away—

Purple subconsciously looked left and right.

Yes, Ryan was indeed waving at her, but what was with that earnest smile on his face?

As Purple hesitated, Zara and Jane had already noticed, and Jane couldn’t help but say, “Hey, isn’t that little tyrant? He seems to be calling us over.”

Zara frowned, “Why is he still after Purple…”

Jane said, “He doesn’t look like he’s going to cause trouble. Let’s go see, there’s space at their table!”

The three girls carried their plates towards them.

Before they got closer, Ryan and his little followers were already running over to them, taking their plates from them and placing them on the table, even voluntarily getting them three bowls of hot seaweed egg drop soup, along with various fruit platters.

Ryan asked with a beaming smile, “Grandma, are you here for dinner? Is this enough food for you? If not, I can get you some more greasy dishes?”

Zara and Jane had no reaction, both thinking they had heard wrong.

It was Purple whose face twisted, with dark lines appearing on her forehead, who asked Ryan, “What are you playing at?”

From sending flowers in all five colors to calling her ‘Grandma’?

What kind of weird habit was this!

“Grandma, I would never play tricks on you!” Ryan’s face was full of sincerity.

This time Zara and Jane heard it clearly.

They exchanged glances, clearly seeing the shock in each other’s eyes!

“Purple, is he… calling you…. what?”