Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Thanksgiving Gift

The next class is physical education.

Perhaps because he didn't want to miss his favorite physical education class, Andrew made a "tsk" sound and waved to his younger brothers, and the noisy guys rushed out of the classroom again.

Before leaving, Andrew gave Olga a thumbs-down sign and said harshly, "Just wait, we're not done yet, Little Oak."

Olga had a dull expression on her face and began to think about whether she should ask for leave to go home and get a wooden barn.

Mike, who had been hunched over on the ground, was deliberately kicked several times as Andrew and his men left. Only after the group had left did he try to get up, clutching his stomach and groping for his glasses on the ground.

"...Aren't you... afraid of them?"

Mike's voice was tearful, and Olga guessed he was either in pain or mourning for his glasses.

Olga naturally didn't try to comfort Mike. She simply shrugged and said, "Don't be afraid." Then, she left the classroom.

Indeed, in the last year of high school, GPA is very important. Olga doesn't want to lose points for being late for class and lose her full GPA.

Olga was telling Mike the truth. She found it difficult to feel the emotion of "fear" - except when she was put in solitary confinement by the organization.

And Mike? He narrowed his tearful eyes and looked in the direction Olga left. Her words "Don't be afraid" seemed to replay in his mind, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

*

F**k

That was the only word Olga could think of at the moment.

But she didn't say it.

Perhaps the boss's trick of "washing mouth with soap" effectively prevented Olga from swearing. At least she didn't think it was cool to blurt out a few impolite words from time to time like her peers.

However, Olga would occasionally think of this uncivilized word in her heart - like at this moment.

After spending an entire physical education class braving the cold wind and glaring sunlight, Olga was surrounded by a group of teenagers led by Andrew and forced into the bathroom and locked in a cubicle.

Then, she heard the shrill laughter of a group of girls, led by Clara.

And then...

Cold water poured down from the sky, soaking Olga from head to toe.

F**k!

Olga blinked, and a few drops of water slid down her eyelashes. She raised her hand to wipe her face with her sleeve, but found that her sleeve was also completely wet.

In New York in late November, Olga soon began to shiver uncontrollably, and her lips turned purple from the cold.

But it’s not over yet.

Soon, a second bucket of cold water was poured over her head, accompanied by the shrill laughter of adolescent girls. Olga was not even sure whether the water was clean.

She clenched her fists and took deep breaths, trying to control the devil in her heart that was about to break out of its cage. Her neatly trimmed nails almost pierced her palms.

But the faces of the group headed by Andrew kept playing in a loop in front of her eyes, as if urging her to do something.

Olga didn't know how many buckets of cold water they poured. Perhaps they had enough fun, and finally, laughing and joking, they left the bathroom together. Olga heard the door slam shut again.

A layer of water had formed on the ground, almost reaching the tips of Olga's shoes. Her down jacket had become incredibly heavy after soaking up the water.

Drops of water slid down her crimson hair and eyelashes, falling into the puddles on the ground, creating ripples.

Olga stood there motionless with her eyes downcast, as if she couldn't even feel the cold. She looked like a drowned rat.

But... a drowned rat wouldn't have such a cold look in his eyes.

*

Olga didn't have her cell phone with her, and the cubicle door was blocked from the outside by something—a mop or something—so she couldn't open it.

Therefore, Olga could only hope that the cleaning lady would soon discover this abnormal place that could almost be called a flooded mountain.

Unfortunately, this is the restroom next to the underground basketball court, and no one usually comes here. Apparently, the cleaning lady also forgot about it today.

Just as Olga looked up and began to consider the possibility of climbing over the wall to escape, there was a light knock on the door outside the compartment:

"Chris, are you here?"

Olga was stunned. It was Mike's voice.

"……I am here."

It was not until she opened her mouth that Olga realized how hoarse her voice had become.

Perhaps misunderstanding the emotion conveyed by Olga's hoarse voice, Mike hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid, I'll let you out right away."

The process of "rescue" was not long. In less than a minute, Olga heard a "bang" sound from outside the compartment. Then, the door was opened from the outside.

"You--" Mike's eyes, which had been squinting since he lost his glasses, widened a little, as if he was very shocked by Olga's current appearance.

Olga raised her heavy eyelids and glanced at Mike, then pushed him aside and walked out of the cubicle.

Finally leaving the cramped space, Olga still felt extremely heavy, almost suffocating.

So, she thought about it, and took off her water-soaked down jacket amid Mike's exclamation, and threw it on the flooded floor of the bathroom.

"Hey...wait!"

Mike hurriedly caught Olga's coat that was about to fall to the ground and hung it on his arm.

The water on the down jacket quickly flowed down the fabric and wet Mike's sleeves, making him shiver.

Olga walked quickly toward the school gate with droopy eyelids, while Mike followed her, clinging to her coat. He lowered his head, as if thinking about something extremely important.

"Why have you been following me?"

Finally, Olga stopped walking, turned around, raised her chin and looked at Mike, her tone so flat that Mike almost thought she was a robot that never got angry or afraid.

Mike felt very uncomfortable being stared at by Olga. He almost immediately turned his head away to avoid eye contact. Then, he lowered his eyes and hesitated for a long time: "...Um...your clothes."

Mike held out his coat with both hands.

Olga's expression finally changed slightly, it was a look of disgust.

"Please help me throw it away, or do whatever you want with it."

In any case, Olga wouldn't want anything she was wearing today. If it weren't for this damned New York winter, she'd rather be running around naked.

Mike stared at Olga with wide eyes, then looked away in panic: "I mean...that...this coat..."

Mike had seen this coat when he was working part-time in a shopping mall. It was very expensive and the price tag was beyond his imagination.

Just throw it away like this...

He looked at Olga several more times with what he thought was a hidden gaze, and finally, before Olga's patience ran out, he whispered, "Don't worry... in a few days... Aiken and the others won't... "

Mike's voice was so low that Olga could hardly hear what he was saying.

"Excuse me?"

Olga frowned. She really didn't understand why she was wasting time here with Mike instead of going home to take a hot shower and carefully plan how to kill a few of her "classmates" without being discovered by the organization.

Olga attributes this to intuition.

Then, my intuition came true.

Olga saw Mike take a deep breath, then raised his head and said in a nervous yet solemn tone:

"On Thanksgiving... my dad promised to give me a cannon... as a gift. From now on... Aiken and the others will never be able to bully anyone again!"

When he said the last sentence, Mike's tone seemed a little excited.

Olga understood Mike's meaning almost instantly. She looked up at the boy, who had a bruise at the corner of his mouth and was slightly hunched over.

Oh, a young man cornered.

After a few seconds, Olga smiled.

In Mike's eyes, the girl in front of him looked like an exquisite doll that suddenly came to life.

So... she can also show such a human expression?

Mike was stunned.

It was at this moment that he heard the exquisite "doll" say to him in a voice as gorgeous as silk:

"Mike, I also want to give you a gift~"

The voice was close to the ear, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, dangerous, but making people unable to help but sink into it.

"—An early Thanksgiving gift."

Olga put her hands behind her back, smiled, and took a step back, increasing the distance between herself and Mike.

"Tonight at 8 o'clock, under the flower bed at 221 Fairy West Ave, pick up your 'gift'." Olga raised her index finger in front of her pouting lips. "Remember, this is a secret that belongs only to the two of us."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Mike looked at Olga's back, but his expression seemed to be fixed on his face and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Thanksgiving gift...

Is that what he meant?

*

Amuro Toru waited in the parking lot outside the school for about half an hour, but Olga didn't show up. Olga didn't reply to his text messages either.

It was already twenty minutes past the time for the students to get out of school, and all the cars waiting to pick up the children had already left.

Just when Toru Amuro was about to go into the school to take a look, Olga opened the passenger door and rushed in.

After quickly closing the car door, she began to increase the temperature of the car air conditioner.

Amuro Toru noticed that her clothes were soaked and stuck to her skin, making her already fair complexion look pale with a hint of purple. Her crimson hair was matted together in strands, and water droplets fell from her hair onto her cheeks, then slid down her neck and collarbone into her clothes.

If Olga hadn't been humming a song happily, Amuro Toru would have almost thought that she was being bullied at school.

Toru Amuro quickly grabbed a blanket from the back seat and covered Olga's head with it, then began to wipe her wet hair.

"What happened?"