northernbook Chapter 43 Maya Ivergrande
Chapter 43 Maya Ivergrande
With my experience from the archery club booth in mind, I headed to the last club on my list: the history and art club.
Unlike the previous clubs, this one didn't seem to attract much attention. Students around the booth were chatting quietly, their interests spanning various art forms and historical studies.
As I approached the booth, I was greeted by a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The students here seemed genuinely excited to share their love of history and art.
"Welcome, first-year student!" Just then, a cheerful voice rang in my ears, making me involuntarily turn towards the source of the sound. "Want some potato chips?"
Standing there was a girl with a bright smile on her face. Her hair was a unique light purple, both striking and beautiful. Her eyes were a bright blue, radiating curiosity and kindness. Her presence seemed to exude a gentle and pleasant aura, making people feel relaxed without even realizing it.
She exudes a comfortable aura and is clearly very kind and friendly. Overall, she displays an open and easygoing personality.
She was beautiful and had a great figure. Coupled with her innocent and naive charm, she could easily have captured the hearts of many boys in the academy, and in fact, she did.
Because she is a famous character in the game.
The crumbs of potato chips around her mouth showed that she was enjoying her potato chips.
"Hmm? Junior? What's wrong?" She looked at me when she spoke again, and I snapped out of my thoughts.
"It's alright. I apologize if I was rude," I replied, bowing slightly. Staring at someone while they're speaking to you without responding is considered very impolite.
“Don’t be so formal, it’s okay…” she said, waving her hand. “But, would you like some potato chips?” she continued, handing me the chips in her hand.
"No, thank you," I declined. I don't really like potato chips; they're too oily.
"Why? Take it." However, the girl in front of me persisted, moving closer and handing me the bag of potato chips.
"No, I don't want it."
"Why? Doesn't everyone like potato chips?" She seemed very surprised after hearing my answer.
"I do not like."
“How could that be? Everyone I’ve given the chips to has accepted them.” She put her finger to her lips, thinking for a moment. “Ah, I know! It’s because you haven’t tried them yet.” That was her conclusion.
"I'm really..." I wanted to slap my forehead, but I held back. The students around us were watching us with obvious smiles, clearly enjoying the farce.
"No, I've tried it. But I just don't want to eat it."
"Just this once. Please, give it a chance." She suddenly moved closer to me, her blue eyes looking at me from a slightly lower angle. Because she wasn't very tall, she only reached my chest.
"Sigh... thank you." I sighed. It would be too much to refuse, so I took the potato chips she offered.
Dealing with this girl is really tiring.
"Hehehe..." Hearing her soft laughter, I felt a warmth in my heart.
But then, those memories flooded back, reminding me why I was there. Anger and hatred returned instantly.
"Hmm?" She seemed surprised by my change in expression. "Oh! Right, I forgot to introduce myself."
She turned around and spoke again in a cheerful tone.
“I am Maya Ivergreen.” Her eyes sparkled, clearly anticipating my reaction.
“Morse Scott,” I replied, bowing my head again. “Nice to meet you, Senior Maya. You’re number one in your second year, right?”
Upon hearing my words, she gave me a knowing look and nodded.
"Hehehe...that's right...everyone knows me." She muttered to herself, but because she was so close, I still heard her.
I stepped back slightly and handed the application form to Maya.
"This is my application form. Can you process it for me?" I didn't want to have any more contact with this overly cheerful girl, because her behavior was a bit too much for me. I just wanted to finish the application and leave as soon as possible.
She took the application form with a smile, seemingly unconcerned about my lack of enthusiasm. "Of course! I'd be happy to help. We're always delighted to welcome new members who share our passion for history and art."
As she filled in the necessary information, I noticed her neat and tidy handwriting. This contrasted sharply with my own hurried and pragmatic writing style.
However, this was to be expected, because I have never paid attention to my handwriting.
"All done," she said, handing the form back to me. "Now you just need to wait for notification about the onboarding orientation."
"Thank you." I nodded and prepared to leave.
"What makes you interested in the history and art society?" Maya asked, her tone revealing obvious curiosity.
“To see the world from a different perspective,” I replied simply, without revealing any further details. Conversations like this weren't really my area of interest, because my reasons for joining the club were completely different from what they expected.
“That’s fantastic!” Maya exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. “We’ll explore various historical moments, participate in art projects, and even hold debates. It’s a wonderful way to broaden our horizons and learn new things.”
"I understand," I replied calmly.
Maya's reaction was exactly what I expected. Her enthusiasm for the club was infectious, but I found it difficult to resonate with her excitement.
“If you have any questions about the club or anything else, feel free to ask me,” Maya said, her smile still bright.
"Okay." I nodded in response.
“Okay, I hope to see you at the briefing,” she said cheerfully.
"Mm," I replied, feeling a sense of relief, but also a little excited that this interaction was finally coming to an end.
'This woman is really difficult to deal with.' With that thought in mind, I left the club's booth and headed towards the training field.
However, as I was leaving, I felt a piercing gaze coming from the side, as if someone was staring intently at me.
Turning my head, I thought it was Irina, but to my surprise, it wasn't her, but Sylvie.
'It seems she's still angry with me,' I thought to myself.
So I turned around and continued walking towards the training field. However, that piercing gaze never left me.
......
'What a strange person.'
Maya watched the departing freshman, lost in thought. This was the first time she had ever seen someone react to her in this way.
'Does he really not like potato chips?'
She thought to herself. She had never been refused when she offered potato chips, so she naturally assumed that everyone liked potato chips.
However, Maya forgot something, or more accurately, something she was completely unaware of.
She was one of the most popular people in the entire college. As the top student in her second year and widely recognized as the college's "most beautiful goddess," she was naturally an admired figure in the eyes of most people.
This admiration transcends gender; even girls can't dislike her because of her kind personality and helpful nature.
But Maya knew nothing about this, because she was a bit of a ditz.
'He looked so melancholy... What happened to him?' Maya asked herself. The man had looked extremely melancholy, as if he were suffering immense pain.
'He said he wanted to join our club, so I can learn more about it later,' she thought happily.
Just then, her friend spoke from behind her.
"What was wrong with that guy? Why was he so rude?" It was her friend Emilia, who walked up from behind.
“What do you mean?” Maya asked, puzzled. 'Was he rude?' she asked herself. He was the one who apologized first, and she could tell he was sincere.
However, this was a common occurrence for Maya, as people were always stunned when they first saw her. She didn't believe it was because of her beauty, but her friends knew the truth.
"How dare you refuse my dear Maya's kindness!" Emilia threw herself at Maya and hugged her from behind. "No one has the right to refuse someone as lovely as you!"
"Don't do that~ It's too embarrassing, Emilia."
Maya's protests clearly did not sway Amelia, who continued her teasing. "Come on, Maya! Who would refuse you looking like that?" She poked Maya's cheek with her finger.
Maya blushed slightly and gently pushed Emilia away. "Don't do that, Emilia, please stop teasing me."
Emilia laughed and playfully nudged Maya. "Don't be shy. Speaking of which, your History and Art Society has a new member; that kid's really lucky." She muttered, making a disgruntled face. "Looks like I'll have to be careful…men are all like wolves." She muttered under her breath.
Maya blinked, looking puzzled. "Luck? Emilia, what does that mean?"
Emilia smiled slyly. "Don't play dumb, Maya. You're the star of the academy. It's not surprising he wants to join your club; who wouldn't?"
Maya's expression remained one of genuine confusion. "I don't understand, Emilia. What does this have to do with him joining the club?"
Emilia's smile widened. "You're so adorable, sometimes I wonder if you're just pretending."
“Don’t say that! I’m not stupid!” Maya protested, her face showing a sullen expression.
"Eek!"
"Sigh...you really have no idea how 'destructive' you are." Emilia sighed, complaining softly, while trying to stop the nosebleed that was about to flow.
Just as they were about to continue their conversation, they noticed someone walking towards them.
It was a blonde, blue-eyed girl. Although this was the first time they had seen her, Emilia's "radar" immediately locked onto her.
"This girl is beautiful." Emilia's eyes, honed through countless trials and honed to spot the most beautiful women, instantly came to this conclusion. Even with glasses on, the girl still appeared remarkably innocent.
That was true, at least until they noticed the aura surrounding the girl.
"She seems angry?"
The girl walked over with a hint of annoyance on her face. Of course, Emilia, as the "perfect girl analyst," immediately noticed the reason.
"She must have had a fight with her boyfriend. Hehehe... It would be so much fun to snatch her away from him, hehehe!"
She chuckled softly with smug satisfaction, as if she had seized a golden opportunity and wished she could immediately shout to the heavens in gratitude.
However, her "radar" can sometimes misjudge, especially when it comes to whether a girl has a boyfriend. But after all, nobody's perfect.
Maya, however, didn't have Emilia's complicated thoughts. She simply saw a classmate and greeted her with a warm smile. "Hi! Want some potato chips?" she offered with her usual enthusiasm, handing over a bag of chips.
Sylvie looked at Maya with a slightly narrowed expression, as if assessing something.
Maya tilted her head, looking at the girl with some confusion. "What's wrong?" However, she wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of look. "If you don't like this flavor of chips, I also have spicy, tomato, and crispy ones." She immediately approached Sylvie, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Uh…no, thank you,” Sylvie replied, her tone tinged with surprise and confusion. Maya’s enthusiasm seemed to have overwhelmed her, and the annoyance and narrowed eyes on her face had long since vanished.
Emilia tried to conceal her interest in Sylvie, but couldn't completely shake off her previous assumptions. She stole a glance at Maya, wondering if the usually somewhat absent-minded Maya had noticed anything amiss.
But Maya, oblivious to the danger, still wore a friendly smile and said undeterred, "Come on, try it... it's really delicious."
"Um...I really—"
"Come on, it's really delicious."
"please--"
This was the beginning of Sylvie's "potato chip nightmare"...
That day she learned that there are 300 different types of potato chips in the world, and she even dreamed that potato chips were chasing after her...