Chapter 53 The Famous Fool of Class Eleven
Looking at the smile on Scarlett's face, Isabella couldn't help but recall some things from her past life.
In her past life, after she and Violet became desk mates, they gradually grew closer. Naturally, she learned that Scarlett was Violet's roommate. At first, Violet often mentioned Scarlett in front of her, and from her tone, you could tell they had a good relationship.
But later, probably after the first monthly exam, Violet started complaining about Scarlett frequently, saying Scarlett had become like a different person—cold and distant, always hurting her with words. Violet was deeply hurt by her and eventually stopped having any contact with Scarlett.
Isabella didn't think much of it when she heard these things back then, but now she realized that these easily overlooked details actually had a pattern.
Scarlett must have realized that Violet would eventually find out about her being bullied, so she proactively chose to cut off contact with Violet and the others, keeping them out of it.
Isabella sighed quietly to herself.
Scarlett was just too kind.
The group ordered their food and carried their trays to a long table to sit down.
Isabella ate a lot—her tray was practically piled high like a mountain.
Violet looked at her with a smile. "Looks like our little princess has quite an appetite."
"If that's not enough, I still have a bowl of pan-fried dumplings. I can give it to you."
Isabella bit into her bun. "I need a lot of energy, so I eat a lot."
"Energy?" Violet raised her pretty eyebrows. "Are you developing some athletic specialty?"
"No." Isabella shook her head.
Her master used to put her through intense physical training every day, so she'd developed these eating habits.
Scarlett seemed to remember something and said to Violet, "Isabella seems to be really strong."
She'd seen Isabella fight with Elizabeth and the others—Isabella beat them up like they were little chickens.
"How strong can she be?" Violet scoffed, raising her right arm and flexing her muscles in front of Isabella. "Like this?"
She deliberately showed off her physique with a smug look that made Isabella frown.
Violet did have a great body—tall, with perfect lines, firm skin. You could tell she worked out regularly.
But...
Isabella gestured for her to look at her own tray.
Violet lowered her proud muscles and looked down. Somehow, without her noticing, the edge of her tray had been bent.
But the problem was...
This tray was metal, wasn't it?
"What did you do?" Violet looked at her in horror.
Isabella loosened her fingers and said calmly, "Eat up, or it'll get cold."
What was getting cold wasn't just breakfast—it was Violet's spine.
She suddenly remembered the moment earlier when she'd reached out to pinch Isabella's face and Isabella had caught her hand.
If Isabella hadn't held back then, would she already be in the hospital getting her bones set?
Violet blinked her pretty eyes, suddenly feeling a bit hopeless.
Would she ever get to touch Isabella's little face again?
"Aurora."
Just then, a male voice called out.
Before anyone could react, a shadow fell over the table.
A boy had sat down directly next to Aurora.
Seeing who it was, Aurora's expression immediately changed.
Violet instantly frowned. "Aaron Hill, what are you doing here?"
Aaron?
Hearing the voice, Isabella also looked up. She saw a chubby boy sitting next to Aurora. He wore glasses but didn't look scholarly at all—the small eyes behind the lenses had a sleazy look to them.
Isabella had a particularly strong impression of him.
Class 11's famous idiot.
Almost all the girls hated him.
Aaron seemed to have mental problems, like he was still stuck in the naughty phase of a young child. He loved to grin stupidly at everyone and especially liked to chat up girls, but his words often made no sense.
The girls loathed him but couldn't do anything about it because he was mentally disabled—saying anything to him was pointless.
Once during class, he'd used a stand to prop up his phone and secretly filmed up a girl's skirt. When the homeroom teacher caught him and criticized him publicly, he just kept grinning, showing no remorse.
No matter what people said to him or how much they disliked him, he always had that stupid grinning expression.
Some said he was genuinely stupid, that his brain didn't work right, which was why talking to him felt so futile. But Isabella didn't think having a bad brain was an excuse for secretly filming and harassing girls.
Aaron looked at them with a grin. "Violet, Scarlett, hello."
Violet's pretty brows were nearly knitted together. "Who's saying hello to you? Move away, stay away from our Aurora! You hear me?"
Aaron's mental state wasn't good—he might do some very dangerous things. Once when he was talking to a girl, he suddenly reached out to touch her private parts. Luckily the girl reacted quickly and dodged, though she was badly frightened.
It was because of that incident that the school called Aaron's parents, and his parents said Aaron was born mentally disabled, that he didn't mean it, that all his behavior was because he had very low awareness of the outside world and didn't understand many things.
For such a special case, the school couldn't really pursue it.
If it weren't for the incident at the end of last semester when he filmed up a girl's skirt, Isabella might have actually believed what Aaron's parents said.
Being stupid was one thing, but secretly filming and molesting was another. She didn't think stupidity was an excuse for crime.
And whether Aaron was really stupid or not...
She had her doubts.
Violet's scolding had no effect on Aaron. As if he hadn't heard, he sat next to Aurora, eating from his tray with his head down, muttering, "Delicious, delicious..."
Aurora completely lost her appetite.
Violet pinched the bridge of her nose. "Aurora, let's go, let's move to another spot."
To avoid him, they picked up their trays and went to another empty table.
But unexpectedly, Aaron followed them directly and sat down next to Aurora as usual.
"Aurora, why are you avoiding me?" Aaron looked at her, seeming a bit hurt. "You don't like me."
Aurora felt sick.
"Are you all done eating?" Isabella stood up, picking up her unfinished corn. "Everyone take what you can carry and we'll eat on the way."
Everyone agreed and quickly got up, leaving the table.
After Isabella and the others had walked far away, Aaron's expression immediately changed. He watched their retreating figures, a lewd gleam flashing in his eyes beneath his glasses.
Suddenly, he saw the unfinished milk Aurora had left on the table. With a sinister smile, he picked it up and put the straw in his mouth.
It still had Aurora's lipstick mark on it.
Aaron licked the straw, looking completely satisfied and pleased.