Chapter 957: Chapter 957



At those words, Dunn abruptly stopped in his tracks. “Don’t say things like that again. My future girlfriend wouldn’t be happy if she heard it.”

Lionel blinked, stunned by the revelation. “What? Your future girlfriend?” Dunn’s sharp demeanor softened as Aurora’s image came to mind. “In a few months, she’ll be my girlfriend.”

Lionel’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? You’ve got someone you’re into? Who is she? Is she from our school? And how are you so sure about this?”

He peppered Dunn with rapid-fire questions, his curiosity evident, but Dunn didn’t even flinch.

“Lionel, if we don’t get to the lab soon, the professor will definitely call us out.”

Lionel groaned, realizing Dunn was deflecting. But the mention of the professor’s temper jolted him back to reality, and he broke into a jog. The two spent the rest of the day assisting the professor with a minor experiment, diligently gathering data until the evening.

As they wrapped up, Lionel stretched his arms with a groan and tossed a bread roll towards Dunn.

“Hey, Lynda just texted me. Their dance club’s hosting an event tonight. Perfect way to unwind after this long day. You in?”

Dunn barely looked up as he packed his bag. “Not interested. You can go alone.”

Lionel frowned, practically whining. “Alone? Come on, that’s no fun. Imagine me, surrounded by a sea of girls, all by myself. That’s not a good look! You’ve got to come with me.”

Finally, Dunn glanced at him, a flicker of amusement crossing his otherwise stoic expression. “Honestly, Lionel, if I go, your luck with the girls will probably plummet.”

“What?”

“Your chances of hitting it off with anyone will take a serious hit.”

Lionel shouted indignantly, “Hey! I’m attractive too, you know!”

Dunn burst into a rare laugh and took off running before Lionel could retaliate. But ultimately, he was still dragged by Lionel to the sports field.

The dance club’s event was in full swing. A lively crowd encircled the field, cheering and clapping to the beat. Lynda was at the center, performing a girl group’s choreography with impressive precision. It was clear she had natural talent.

Lionel watched intently, commenting, “Lynda’s definitely the prettiest girl in your year.”

“You stay here. I’m leaving,” Dunn replied, his voice flat and devoid of interest. He turned to walk away, but before he could take another step, the music behind him stopped abruptly.

“Dunn! You’re here!” Lynda’s voice rang out, loud enough for the entire crowd to hear.

Lionel didn’t seem to mind the attention and waved cheerfully at Lynda.

Moments later, the three of them were sitting on the outskirts of the crowd. Lionel wasted no time showering Lynda with praise.

.

.

.