Chapter 817: Side Story—I Believe Him!!

I never thought Darren would come to look at the moon too.

He saw me come back to my senses and smiled.

I retreated vigilantly; he didn't force me to stand over, but said in a low voice: "I was a playboy before I transmigrated. How about you?"

A playboy?

Seeing his appearance, I really couldn't put him together with those unrighteous rich kids.

I said instinctively: "I was a receptionist before I transmigrated."

He smiled.

"Is it good-looking?"

"Not good-looking, it’s incredibly strange!"

I thought of his scumbag attributes and said quickly.

He rolled his eyes.

Not to mention, with his looks, even rolling his eyes is quite cute.

But I guess he has never done this in front of anyone else.

What a little scumbag!

In this atmosphere, I even felt that we were the two closest people in the world; I even wanted to ask about his golden finger.

But after I had this thought, I immediately shrank back like a turtle.

Am I crazy?

I don't trust him, so why should I let him trust me and tell me those things? My self-reflection manifested as silence on the outside.

He didn't comfort me, but continued to smile and say: "Alright, if you have nothing to do, leave quickly; Luna is coming, I need to strike a pose."

My mouth twitched.

I really wanted to ask him if he would really die from exhaustion?

But I also felt that saying such things was weird, and it sounded like I was jealous, so I snorted coldly and wanted to turn and leave.

But a bowl was thrown into my arms. I looked down and saw two tangyuan. Did he make them specifically for me? But I thought it was unlikely. Yet I wanted to cry again.

I am always such a loser.

I squatted on the ground and used a large spoon to stuff the not-so-tasty tangyuan into my mouth.

Darren was still striking a pose at the window.

He looked especially melancholy; who would know that one of his hands behind his back was pressing on my head?

There was no way; eating someone else’s tangyuan, I couldn't stop them from flirting with girls.

I betrayed myself without any backbone.

When I finished eating, I prepared to stand up, but he was still pressing on my head; I glared at him in anger.

Is there no end to this?

"I won't disturb you, I’m leaving right now!"

I said quietly, not daring to disturb his posing.

"Wait a moment, Luna will be gone soon!"

He didn't let me go; I guess having my head as a support point was enough for him to make some ethereal movements.

Really... how shameless!

Darren Potter, you are truly shameless!

I asked speechlessly: "With you looking like this, and acting like a saint, you didn't get a 'Saint Father System,' did you?"

After saying this, I regretted it a little; I was afraid he would think I was prying into his information.

I shouldn't have said that.

But he didn't care, instead raising an eyebrow: "Your IQ can guess that?"

What’s wrong with my IQ?

My IQ has allowed me to live for over ten years in that kind of family!

"Of course, I definitely can't compare to you, coming back covered in wounds every time!"

I blurted out. Darren was silent for a while. I thought he wouldn't explain.

But he explained anyway.

"Don't be afraid, I will eventually make us survive; when my 'Saint Father' points are enough, I will send you back."

My tears could no longer be controlled.

"Can I still go back?"

"Yes, believe me."

I believe him!

I have never believed in him so much! Because he gave me the greatest hope.

"And you?"

I asked hurriedly.

He laughed at me for not even going back myself, yet still wanting to worry about him.

I wanted to say, aren't you bewitched by those witch girls, and don't plan to go back?

But as soon as I looked up, I saw his eyes faintly turning red.

"What feelings can a playboy have?"

He said with self-mockery.

I didn't understand, but looking at his appearance, I didn't dare to continue asking.

"Thank you."

I finally got up and said.

It had been a while since my last conversation with Darren, and we hadn't spoken again.

But those chats in that space had become my motivation.

He said he could let me go back to see my parents.

I miss them so much.

Miss them so, so much.

I was excited for quite a while.

Even the new Quidditch match didn't make me care.

Fine, I never cared about Quidditch matches.

However, just as I was thinking about whether to go take a look, a voice suddenly sounded in my ear: Think about the plot!

It was Darren’s voice.

I was about to laugh, when suddenly my face turned pale.

I remembered, this was a plot point.

In this plot, Hermione was also petrified.

If I ran around, I might very well be petrified too.

My conversations with Darren during this time had made me lower my guard.

Fortunately, fortunately he remembered everything.

I refused Hannah’s request to go watch the Quidditch match; I told her I wanted to catch up on homework in the common room.

In reality, I hid in the dormitory, gripping my wand tightly to prevent any accidents.

I didn't wait long before I heard many footsteps.

It was Hannah and the others returning.

They were sent back by Professor Sprout.

As soon as Hannah returned, she told me what had happened.

"Darren and that Granger were both petrified..."

She didn't finish, and my face turned pale.

How could Darren be petrified?

Then what should I do afterward?

Should I leave immediately? I...

"Don't be afraid, he was petrified in the legs, Professor Sprout said he has an antidote, he will be better soon... don't be afraid!"

Hannah comforted me.

I slowly let out a sigh of relief.

So that’s how it was, it must have been another one of his acts.

I thought something had really happened to him.

That’s good.

I laughed.

"That’s good then!"

I said foolishly.

However, I didn't expect that Darren would actually not even save Hermione for the sake of the plot, or perhaps he tried to save her but didn't succeed.

After I knew he was safe and sound, this thought suddenly came to my mind.

Was it indifference, or was it intentional?

I pondered in my heart.

I thought about his past performances.

He was different from me.

I treated this world as a horror world, terrified and panicked every day. But he was different; he seemed to treat this world as a game.

He liked those girls, but it was only liking.

Indeed very scummy.

But I couldn't help but think that he appeared very affectionate, looking like he was willing to give his life for them.

He did indeed stand in front of those girls, and this kind of emotion would definitely make those girls fall for him.

But was he really happy?

Perhaps he would feel happy, but thinking it over, I can only say one thing: we are not familiar with this world.

That’s why he could perform so wantonly, and I could be so trembling.

Not familiar, huh!

I laughed again; his mentality was actually better, just muddling along, while I was too extreme.

So this was one of the reasons why I couldn't do well...

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