CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: THE COLONEL IS IN THE NEWS

"Ahhh Julian Fairchild is taking off his clothes!!"

"Oh my god, I actually saw the male god’s abs!!"

"Things like this only happen in dreams, and it actually happened today?!?"

"Julian Fairchild has such a great body, eight-pack abs, and even that shark muscle!!"

The sports field suddenly became lively because of Julian Fairchild’s actions!

Maeve Lane’s head was still a bit dizzy, but she could feel that she had been placed on the ground.

The man’s fresh and cool scent came over her, her nose filled with Julian Fairchild’s fragrance.

The man, who usually buttoned his shirt meticulously all the way to the top, was now bare-chested, revealing firm abs wrapped in a thin layer of clothing, exuding a wild masculine charm.

In the night, Julian Fairchild appeared even more unruly, his handsome and cold face like God’s proudest creation, his deep and chilly gaze looking somewhat sharp in the dim light.

He set Maeve Lane down and turned to leave.

Maeve Lane, still draped with his jersey, suddenly spoke with a hint of drunkenness, her eyes seemingly infatuated—

"I don’t want Julian Fairchild to be my boyfriend anymore, you be my boyfriend, okay?"

Julian Fairchild didn’t turn back.

"Not interested."

...

The following morning.

Maeve Lane slowly opened her eyes, seeing the white ceiling, her consciousness still a bit hazy.

At this moment, Meredith Monroe was sitting in the dormitory looking troubled, not knowing what she was worrying about.

Maeve Lane sat up from the bed, suddenly feeling something sticky on her chest.

She squinted suspiciously, "Is this a man’s jersey?"

Meredith Monroe gave her a weak glance and said, "You’re finally awake."

"What happened?"

Maeve Lane changed out of yesterday’s clothes, feeling in a good mood, she hadn’t drunk in a long time, but having a few bottles yesterday... felt pretty good.

"You got drunk yesterday and went up to hug our club president’s waist!"

Maeve Lane was taken aback for a moment, quickly asking, "Julian Fairchild?"

"Yes!!"

Seeing Meredith’s resentful look, Maeve Lane didn’t think it was a big deal, "That’s it?"

"You called him Ultraman while hugging him! And even glued yourself to him!"

Maeve Lane almost spat out the water she had just gulped down when she heard this!

"Cough, are you serious?"

Meredith rolled her eyes at her, "Why would I lie to you? With how you were drunk, need I say more..."

Recalling the jersey she had just tossed on the ground, Maeve picked it up again and said, "So, this jersey is Julian Fairchild’s?"

Meredith nodded, frowning with worry, "Yeah, don’t take it lightly. Now you’ve become the ’wanted’ target of all the girls at Aurelia University."

Maeve Lane found it somewhat amusing, "Wanted? Isn’t that a bit much?"

"Not at all, take a look at the bulletin board. Our school paper dedicated a whole page to writing about it, Maeve," Meredith’s expression was complicated, "I’d advise you to keep a low profile, or you’ll get bullied."

Although Meredith thought that even though she hadn’t known Maeve for long, if someone were to get bullied, it would probably be Maeve bullying others,

The sunlight outside was just right, a beam hitting Maeve Lane, making her pupils even lighter—

"Bring it on then."

...

Aurelia University has many hundred-year-old ginkgo trees.

It’s one of the most famous tourist spots at Aurelia University, attracting many visitors each year to admire its beauty.

Lately, Julian Fairchild liked lying here.

Henry Hughes kicked him lightly, jokingly saying, "As expected of the Second Young Master Fairchild, still so calm now."

Julian Fairchild glanced at him, "What?"

"I heard that little girl got really messed up by your admirers."