My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 761

Chapter 761Patrick didn't sleep all night. He returned to the hotel and ate something. Later, he sat in thecomfortable massage chair in his presidential suite, looking at the night view of city outside thefrench window.Patrick had never thought that this city would give him such a strange feeling. He had been staringfiercely at the night sky with deep and penetrating eyes, but his mind was so confused that he couldnot figure out anything.And that night, Patrick made a decision.He would look for the girl who fascinated him.He deeply understood that some things were too fantastic at a glance. He was going to see her inperson. When he saw her, he would realize that she was just an ordinary girl.[First Senior High School of C City.]To Patrick, this public high school was too ordinary. The construction, management, and teacherswere all average and were not comparable to those he had been in since he was a child.It was Monday today. The school gate was open and many students were coming and going.This was an open school, where most students did not need to live on campus, and themanagement was pretty loose. Patrick got access to the campus easily.Patrick walked into the campus and quickly looked around the environment. There were twostudent dormitories, two student canteens, one library, one experimental building, three teachingbuildings, two teacher dormitories, an artificial lake, a botanical garden, a standard football field,and eight basketball courts.This campus was not big at all.Probably it was Monday, almost all the students were wearing standard blue and white uniforms.The youthful students looked plain. They were energetic with big smiles on their faces.The private college where Patrick went ruled all the students had to wear a tie. There were morethan 20 different styles of school uniforms to change into each year. His school life at that timecould be described as rigidIt was different from this kind of campus. Patrick did not reject this kind of atmosphere, but morenovel.The students were all in uniforms. Patrick was wandering around the campus in a white shirt andblack trousers. The boys and girls who passed by him would look at him and whisper, “Who is he?”Patrick was too young to look like a teacher, but his appearance and temperament were not likestudents."Who's that handsome anv?” Several students were already whispering behind his ear.Patrick ignored it and went straight to the bulletin board on the campus. He thought he could replacethe information about the girl he was looking for there."It's her,”Patrick stood in front of the bulletin board. He looked at a photo with surprise in his eyes.The most difficult to pursue, Christina.Someone took a photo of her first day of school this year. She was wearing the same simple andplain blue uniform, but it still made people feel that the uniform was brighter. She should be about1.7 meters tall. Her face was very beautiful, not naive, nor garish.The campus newspaper rated her as the cold belle.In the photo, Christina looked restrained. Her eyes were dim and her eyelashes were slightlylowered. At that time, she was in a bad mood.For some reason, Patrick could read her feelings from it.At first, Patrick guessed that the girl he met would participate in some campus activities because ofher outstanding appearance, and what surprised him was that she was so famous in this school.The person who wrote this campus newspaper should not like Christina, because the words,Christina was cold, arrogant, difficult to get along with, just a good-looking vase.It seemed that she had many enemies in school.Patrick couldn't figure it out. Why didn’t she fight back? She didn’t want to? Or was she afraid ofoffending people? Why did those people hate her?What kind of person was she?Patrick was in a daze in front of the bulletin board for a long time. He had never thought that hewould think about such a boring question, but he had to admit that thinking about her made himfeel very excited.A piercing bell rang, and everyone ran back to the classroom.Patrick looked up thoughtfully. The classroom in the corner on the 5th floor of building 1 was herclassroom. She was a seniorThe sound of reading came from the campus, and Patrick was not in a hurry to look for her.At the last class in the morning, Patrick walked to the door of her classroom.Patrick did not intend to say anything to this strange girl. He just wanted to see her. Patrick alwaysfelt that as long as he saw her personally, he would not get rid of the troubles.The bell was ringing after class.The students were already ready to leave. Just as the teacher stepped out of the classroom, thegroup of “bad students” at the back door had already rushed out. Some rushed to the schoolcanteen, while others simply hated the oppression of the classroom. On the contrary, “goodstudents” scrambled to copy the blackboard in the classroom to solve problems and review theirlessons.The long corridor was soon filled with students. To Patrick's surprise, the girl came out of theclassroom quickly. She walked quickly and neatly. The boys in front of her made way for herintentionally and looked at her one after another. A large group of boys in the next class alsolooked at her. Someone whistled deliberately to her.Other girls would probably blush or get angry when they passed through the corridor of so manyboys, being teased so blatantly, but she did not. She looked straight ahead and walked fast andsteadily as if she treated these boys as air.No wonder she was the cold belle.She was walking straight towards Patrick.Watching her walk towards him, Patrick stopped. He looked at her, her face, her expression. Shepressed lips and frowned slightly. She seemed unhappy.Some girls had already noticed the handsome man in a white shirt and black trousers outside theclassroom. Patrick had attracted a lot of attention, but his eyes were all on the girl in front of him.“Get out of the way!” Christina walked up to him and said coldly.Patrick was surprised and unhappy for a moment. Just as she passed him, Patrick quickly reachedout and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.At first, Patrick felt that as long as he saw her again with his own eyes, his unnecessary troubleswould disappear.But now that she had clearly forgotten him, she had completely forgotten what happened onSaturday.Patrick was enraged.However, the girl was even angrier than him. She flung his hand away and shouted, “You wannadie?”Patrick was astonished.All the students in the corridor quieted down, and everyone knew about Christina's karate was goodto knock down a strong man weighing more than 100 kilograms.

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