Hearing Christa's words, Randall felt as though an arrow had pierced his chest.
He clutched his chest in anguish and protested, his face a picture of heartbreak:
"Little Crystal, this is all a misunderstanding! I really was forced into it!"
Christa rolled her eyes again.
"So you like letting girls take the lead, Randall?"
Randall's face turned green. Why did that sound so familiar? Had someone said it before?
At that moment, Zephyr couldn't help laughing beside them.
After a long, painstaking explanation, Randall finally finished recounting everything that had happened.
He thought he had finally cleared his name, only to find Christa looking as though she had seen through him all along.
"But if you really wanted to dodge them, Randall, those female soldiers wouldn't even have been able to catch your shadow!"
Randall gave an awkward laugh, then scratched his head and stubbornly argued:
"Hahaha, well, I was afraid I'd hurt them!
Ahem, anyway, Little Crystal, have some candy. Here, have some candy~"
Randall produced a lollipop from somewhere and held it to Christa's lips.
Christa told herself she couldn't be bought off with sweets, but her body apparently had ideas of its own.
"Om~"
By the time she realized it, the candy was already in her mouth.
Seeing Christa accept the candy, Randall breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly changed the subject.
"Oh, right, Teacher Zephyr, what was it you wanted to tell me when you saw me earlier?"
Only then did Zephyr remember the real business at hand. His eyes widened as he said:
"This is all your fault! You nearly made me forget something important!"
Randall was dumbfounded. My fault? Weren't you the one who started it?
But at the unmistakable threat in Zephyr's eyes, Randall wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.
Seeing