More Than One Online Chat Partner

It was a message from my online friend, Gigi.

Gigi: [The other day, you mentioned seeing a psychologist who suggested you find a boyfriend; maybe it would help with your emotional excess. How's that going?]

I thought for a moment, then typed my reply: [I had someone in mind, but now I've decided to change that. What about you? Didn't you say you added your crush on WhatsApp? How's the conversation going?]

Gigi was a little troubled. [It's just okay. After adding him, I didn't feel like talking much. I still enjoy chatting with you more.]

Just then, I noticed the barrage of comments going wild, as if something had triggered them.

[Can someone explain why Monica is also friends with Georgia?]

[Is Jedediah just an expendable fish in Monica's pond?]

[Georgia, what are you doing? Jedediah is still waiting for your reply. Why are you chatting with Monica?]

[Monica, look behind you. The creepy guy is following you. Can you really talk to someone like that?]

[Everything's a mess now. Drink to that.]

As I replied to Gigi's message, I kept an eye on the barrage.

It seemed these comments weren't entirely pointless. Gigi turned out to be Georgia, the female lead.

I abruptly turned around, taking Bruno by surprise. Standing about ten feet away, he didn't seem embarrassed by his stalking actions.

With a blank expression, he walked over, then brushed past me. With that kind of mental resilience, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

I clicked my tongue but did not think much. I simply turned and stepped into the cafeteria.

After an exhausting day, I got back to my dorm, washed up, and felt sleepy.

I said goodnight to each of my online friends. When I clicked on Jedediah's chat, I paused, knowing better than to chat with him that night.

I was about to exit when I saw the prompt of him tying. I waited for a while, but nothing happened.

I yawned, turning off my phone and rolling over to sleep.

...

I was serious about finding a boyfriend.

The next day, as soon as my class ended, I rushed to find Bruno.

Unfortunately, I arrived too early, and there weren't many people at the tennis court. I wandered around for a while, then bumped into people shouting.

"Coach, when I arrived, the ball machine was already broken, and it looked like someone did it on purpose."

"Who was the last to leave last night?"

"It was Bruno. After dinner, he came back to the tennis court and didn't leave until it was about to close."

"Did you check the surveillance cameras?"

"The cameras are broken. They haven't been fixed yet."

Bruno appeared, and everyone turned to look at him.

The coach, Carmelo Ray, furrowed his brows, his tone not so friendly. "Bruno, did you break the ball machine?"

Bruno glanced at him. "No."

His indifferent attitude annoyed Carmelo. "If you did something wrong, don't deny it. It's not a big deal."

The students around them whispered to each other.

"It's probably him."

"He won't admit it because he's afraid of paying for the damage."

"How could he do that?"

Even the barrage was skeptical.

[There's a reason he's not the main character. This guy has some serious moral issues.]

[Tsk, look at the way he's looking at people. It's kind of scary.]

Bruno's face darkened. His gaze shifted to someone in the crowd, pausing. Then he pulled out his phone from his pocket, found a video, and played it.

The video showed the empty tennis court, and in the corner, a figure could be seen violently kicking the ball machine. The scene flashed by quickly, then the camera flipped, revealing a girl's face.

"Bruno, haven't you come to the tennis court yet? I've been waiting here for so long."

Familiar voice and familiar face.

Everyone turned to stare at me, who had been watching the scene from the back. Even with my thick skin, I couldn't handle all their stares.

I forced a smile. "Oh, just taking a random video."

But fortunately, this video cleared Bruno's name. Carmelo walked over to me. "Do you know who damaged public property?"

I pointed to someone in the crowd. "Him."

I hadn't remembered it until Bruno showed the video. I asserted, "It was him."

The guy shook his head, denying it, "No way."

"It was you. You were kicking and cursing, saying how Bruno shouldn't have been chosen for the competition," I said. "You said he must have bribed the coach."