You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1772: Older Than You

Chapter 1772: Older Than You

Kiki quietly asked Anderson, "Hey, Westbrook, is this the sameSaunders family that I know?"

Anderson replied wordlessly, "How would I know which Saunders familyyou're talking about?"

"Oh, it's that one, right?" Kiki couldn't remember how to phrase it.“That one? Which one is that?" Anderson glanced at her disdainfullyand muttered, "What an idiot."

In reality, he knew that the Saunders family referred to Felix's family,with whom his father had a close relationship.

Kiki slumped in her seat, pouting. Anderson's disdainful look made hereven more dissatisfied.

After Ms. Zhang finished introducing Westbrook, she told him, “Alright,for today, you can sit in the back. Tomorrow, I'll rearrange the seating."Westbrook nodded and happily bounced to the back. There was anempty seat between Anderson and Kiki.

That was intentionally left by Anderson to keep his distance from Kiki.He didn't like others getting close to him.

Westbrook came over and, seeing the empty seat, sat down. For aperiod of time, he hadn't attended kindergarten and staying at homewas boring. Teasing the maids all day was also not fun. He wanted toplay at school where there were other children to bully.

After putting down his backpack on the floor, he looked around andnoticed Anderson sitting not far away, holding something in his handthat looked like a handheld gaming device, seemingly very interesting.He shouted at Anderson, "Hey, you!"

Anderson heard him but ignored him.

So, Westbrook shouted again, "Hey, I'm talking to you! What are youplaying with? Give it to me to play. Otherwise, I'll make you regret it!Hey! I said hey!"

Anderson pretended not to hear, apparently the Saunders family'schildren had no manners, truly disgracing Uncle Felix.

Kiki felt even more dissatisfied. Westbrook was blocking her from beingnext to Anderson, and she was already unhappy.

Hearing Westbrook's disrespectful words towards Anderson, Kiki stoodwith her hands on her hips, pointing at Westbrook, "Who do you thinkyou are? How dare you talk to him like that. He's the most powerfulperson in our class! His name is Anderson, not hey, got it?"

Anderson was speechless. Kiki was truly silly. Why did she have to tellWestbrook his name?

Westbrook glanced at Kiki, and something clicked in his mind. Herealized that Kiki always helped Anderson. Could it be that she likedAnderson? Hmph, if he dealt with Anderson, then Kiki would be his.Seeing that Anderson ignored him, Westbrook became annoyed andstood up, ready to confront Anderson. However, before he could throwa punch, his chair suddenly tipped over, and he fell backward, landingon the floor with a thud.

"Ouch!" Westbrook cried out in pain. "Anderson, you bastard, how dareyou kick my chair!"

He jumped up from the floor, about to rush forward and fight Anderson,but suddenly, Anderson raised his hand and swiftly threw a roundobject that hit Westbrook on the forehead. At home, Mommy had taughthim some tricks and techniques with darts. Now, he no longer needed aslingshot and could attack freely at close range.

The projectile was specially made, with a liquid contained within a filmlayer. At high speeds, it left no trace, and the film instantly burst, turningthe projectile into water, leaving no evidence of his actions.

Westbrook cried out in pain as he held his forehead. "It hurts!" Stickyliquid flowed out, and when Westbrook moved his hand, he saw bloodin his palm. He was so frightened that his eyes rolled back, and hefainted on the spot.

Ms. Zhang finally noticed what had happened at the back of theclassroom and hurried over. She saw Westbrook lying on the floor, hisforehead bleeding, but she had no idea what had caused the injury.She quickly picked up Westbrook and took him to the infirmary.Anderson lowered his head and continued working on his Trojanprogram. The world had finally become peaceful once again.