Sorry, I’m not Cinderella

It’s not just Zane who is crazy about his personal assistant’s disappearance without news, Roly is in the same situation as his friend. Nom’s gray face at this time was enough to prove how tired Roly had been when he couldn’t solve his pent-up curiosity for a long time, leading to uncontrolled fear of his obsession.

That mysterious girl troubled him.

This is no longer a boring task like it was at first, searching for the owner of the shoe who saved Zane.

Exactly. It’s more than that, he must find the answer that transforms his already boring life.

Roly is determined to break that mystery. That determination was here, he showed up at the guild hall very early just to start that task that was considered impossible.

Roly hastily rummaged through the bookshelf in the room just to find what he was looking for.

Suddenly the door opened and Neil walked in soon after, surprised to see Roly fidgeting with the overhead bookshelves.

“Roly!” He called, looking at what you were doing: “Looking for something?”

Roly paused, his nimble fingers hovering over the stack of sorted papers.

“I want to see the freshman’s file. Did you see it?”

Roly replied, turning to look at Neil.

Somewhat curious, why did he suddenly want to see them? However, Neil is still enthusiastic to help you. No wonder why.

“They’re on the top right. That stack of yellow files.”

Following the instructions, he reached up and carried the thick stack of papers down.

It was quite heavy, and Roly staggered to knock them over. Fortunately, he was able to keep it straight in time, the quick reaction still hadn’t left him, at least she hadn’t had a big impact on him, making him dizzy.

Look at this record, more than in previous years, nearly 500 students. Double the amount.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

It seems that universities are becoming more and more open in setting selection criteria, and the opportunity to study here is also open to many subjects. It could also be due to the fact that the new families became rich like mushrooms, whatever the reason, he didn’t mind.

The problem worth paying attention to is how long it takes to see all these records, he doesn’t have time to sit all day to look at the faces of the girls at school, like choosing someone to look at. And most of all, will he find her?

He is not interested. But there is no other option. He’d tried everything, even going to each class to have a look, maybe luck wouldn’t open the door when he’d stood outside peeking into the freshman classes. Didn’t see anyone suspicious, and left a dubious impression on him.

It was also possible that he had missed her when he only had a moment to glance through each classroom, maybe when he caught sight of her, she would have lowered her head.

So far, everything is still vague.

Luckily that mysterious girl was among the freshmen. The reason he asserted that was because he connected events, from trying on shoes to rumors not long ago. You believe so.

Not to mention Last time, because he stayed up too late, so he couldn’t see clearly who was who, and at that time, her impression was still not very deep.

Only after that night of the encounter, he was confident that he would remember if he saw her again. Or at least seeing a picture sent to him reminded him of her face.

Roly returned to the table and immediately got to work. Neil sat down in his place, observing his friend’s serious and impatient attitude, not without suspicion. Fingers flipping pages quickly. The eyes also followed that to the two sides continuously.

There is an advantage for him, that is, he can limit the profile to find, but if the profile is male, he passes it all over and doesn’t even look at the face or remember a name.

That unusual expression made Neil forced to stare, forgetting his business. He wanted to ask you directly, but many times he moved and stopped.

Obviously, I don’t know where to start. Besides, he wasn’t sure he would say it. Roly will deny everything, and the answer Neil knows for sure is ‘I’m fine,’ nothing at all, or something like ‘you think too much.’

After a while, the room became more lively when the other three arrived. Arlo was still chatting with Liam, talking and laughing very happily.

Everyone seemed to pay attention to the story Arlo said, but he still worked but no one forced him to do it.

Suddenly realizing something unusual in him, Arlo quickly opened his mouth, eyes constantly looking at him, asking: “Hey! Roly!”

He still didn’t look up. Arlo raised his eyebrows and asked, a little teasingly: “Your face is not very good. Haven’t slept well these past few days?”

Indeed, he did not sleep well.

Was it because he was too focused or pretended not to hear? Arlo was taken aback by his ignorance, and was about to say something more when Neil interjected:

“Can’t you see he’s serious, don’t bother!”

“I…”

Arlo suddenly stopped and didn’t know what to say, obviously just caring for you, why should he be considered annoying, not satisfied but not angry? Arlo stopped paying attention to him and turned to continue talking to Liam. But Liam was busy shooting a curious glance at Roly.

Not to mention Liam, Corbin, and Neil all had the same thoughts.

After all, what makes Roly the way he is these days? He has never been a workaholic, even losing sleep over worrying about it.

They looked at each other, confused but instead of asking him directly, they kept quiet

Handle your work.

Half an hour passed, the bell rang, and class started. They all quickly left to go to class.

He was still sitting there, solemnly solving the problem that bothered him.

More females than males. More tired than you thought.