Chapter 448
\nThree Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 448<\/p>\n
The September air in Cabinda still carried a dry, lingering heat. Even though it was late afternoon, the setting sun suspended in the amber sky continued to beam down intensely.<\/p>\n
On the campus of The Cabinda School, students in uniform blue-and-white tracksuits sat on their stools, lined up in perfectly neat grids on the athletic field, sectioned off by grade and class.<\/p>\n
Today was the freshman orientation ceremony.<\/p>\n
The principal had just finished his speech. Now standing at the podium was the freshman valedictorian, a shy boy who had scored the highest on the middle school exit exams.<\/p>\n
Rumor had it he had skipped a grade, too.<\/p>\n
But considering every student who managed to test into this elite high school had been a top-tier prodigy in their former schools, the crowd below was mostly unfazed.<\/p>\n
The real bloodbath was only just beginning. Holding onto that number-one spot for the next three years was going to be anything but easy.<\/p>\n
Over in the Senior Class Eight section, hardly anyone bothered looking up at the stage. Some were reading, some were memorizing vocabulary flashcards, and others were quietly chatting.<\/p>\n
In the very back row on the right, a boy sat carelessly, hunched forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He cupped his chin in his hand, staring intently at a large black beetle crawling through the grass.<\/p>\n
He watched it right up until the bug looked like it was about to crawl onto his shoe.<\/p>\n
Just as he was about to look up, thunderous applause erupted. The valedictorian had finished his speech, and the evening performances were about to begin.<\/p>\n
The host’s crisp, perfectly enunciated voice echoed through the speakers, announcing the opening act: a violin solo titled ‘Flower Dance’ performed by freshman Bonnie.<\/p>\n
The moment the name was announced, the boys in Senior Class Eight erupted into wild cheering. A few of the bolder ones cupped their hands around their mouths, whistling and hollering to hype up the moment.<\/p>\n
The polite applause from the other classes slowly died out as Senior Class Eight instantly became the center of attention. Hundreds of curious eyes snapped in their direction.<\/p>\n
With his hands shoved deep into his pockets, Lawrence cast a lazy glance toward the center of the stage. Standing there was a girl in a pristine white dress. Her posture was slender and perfectly straight, her expression beautifully indifferent. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. She had her head slightly tilted, her chin resting gracefully on the violin, while her right arm moved the bow with a mesmerizing, rhythmic fluidity.<\/p>\n
The sky hadn’t fully darkened yet, and the stage lights weren’t quite at full power, making the golden hour sunlight act as a natural spotlight perfectly framing her.<\/p>\n
The live feed of her performance was projected onto the massive LED screen next to the stage.<\/p>\n
It magnified her breathtakingly stunning face\u2014radiating a cool, unapproachable aura that was perfectly mixed with the raw, innocent youth of a freshman.<\/p>\n
The crowd went absolutely wild. No one had expected a freshman to be this gorgeous.<\/p>\n
Lawrence wasn’t sitting far from the stage, and his angle was dead center. With his perfect vision, the moment he took in the sight, he completely froze.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-1116","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/1116","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}