How did I turn the victim into Feng Aotian?

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"If you don't like it, don't force yourself... I can help you drink this cup. Do you want to switch to caramel macchiato? The bitterness of that one is very light."

"It doesn't matter. I will definitely finish the food that others treat me to."

Brid frowned and drank her coffee with a bitter face while eating bread.

There's no need to be so stubborn about this.

Beren smiled sweetly.

The reason why Beren noticed Brid was simple.

The pretty girl with an orange high ponytail, holding a pile of bread, is really eye-catching.

Combined with the outstanding appearance, I immediately remembered that it was one of the students that Priss took on a tour of the facilities that day.

"Teacher Gwena, are you also out shopping alone?"

"I originally asked a friend to come with me, but she said it was a rare day off and she wanted to catch up on some sleep. She's been sleeping all day..."

Belen took a sip of coffee.

"It's a bit like my situation. My friend also helped out in the coffee shop on his day off and couldn't come out with me."

"No, that guy is really sleeping. He's not here for something."

"I see....By the way, Teacher Gvina, you bought a lot of clothes."

"Eh? A lot?"

"Yeah, a lot. Are you planning to travel somewhere?"

"Damn it....it was just an impulse....it's not a trip."

Beren closed one eye shyly.

"Next month I'm meeting with my friend, no, I'm meeting that guy, a self-righteous guy. I don't really want to meet him, but I made a bet... Yes, I want to be a witness! I want to dress up, so I bought a lot of clothes!"

Beren's speech was incoherent, his face twitching a little, and his words were meaningless, just like an excuse.

"Witness? Oh, it's like a friend opening a new store and you go to congratulate him, right?"

"Yeah, that's about right."

Brid actually believed it.

Belen coughed lightly and took another sip of coffee:

"So what do you want from me? Just a casual chat is fine, or do you want me to go somewhere with you?"

"Well, something happened."

Brid fumbled with her fingers, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she finished the coffee in one gulp.

"Teacher Gwena is a teacher in the health room. Does that count as part of her job to listen to students' troubles?"

"...Yes, that's fine. If you have anything to say, you can tell me. The content of our conversation will not be known to any third person."

Seeing that Brid was particularly serious, Beren also changed back to the gentle tone of a teacher.

"By the way, this isn't about love, is it?"

"No, it's not that topic."

"That's good...."

Brid held the empty coffee cup - her topaz eyes were sharp and straight at Beren.

"This is about a friend of a friend of mine."

Is there anyone who still opens a speech like this these days?

Beren held back and kept a kind smile.

"When she and he were young, their parents knew each other and had a good relationship. They often played together when they were children until they graduated from elementary school.

After entering junior high school, he looked like a girl, and his appearance made people easily misunderstand him. Others often made fun of his appearance, and he gradually became gloomy and disliked going to school. It was not until he had a good attendance rate that he graduated.

A boy who looks like a girl...

Beren thought of that man, but he was obviously nothing like the man in Brid's story.

This must be what we often call childhood sweethearts, and "she" should be referring to Brid.

"What is 'she' doing at this time?"

"...She tried to persuade him, but it was just persuasion. Anyway, she and he became estranged after junior high school."

"She failed to help him get over it then, so she blames herself now?"

"No, she knows that this is not something that can be changed by others' advice. If she wants to get out of the darkness, she has to rely on herself."

Brid put down the cup:

"The focus is now. For reasons unknown and unbelievable, he got into a very difficult high school, the same school as her.

On the first day of school, he was very different. He took the initiative to make friends and help his classmates.

To be honest, she was scared, but... also very happy."

Brid smiled faintly.

Beren could see that she was genuinely happy for the other person's growth.

"He came to her the next day to help her with her study problems. She was very relieved, thinking that he had finally walked out of the darkness and was no longer entangled in these trivial matters, but he put forward a condition..."

At this point, Brid hesitated.

Beren knew that this was the key point, so he had to be fully prepared.

"What kind of conditions?"

Brid took a deep breath:

"He said, 'Don't fall in love with me'."

Beren's lower left eyelid twitched.

Relying on his professional ethics, he didn't let himself laugh out loud.

How weird it is that there are still people in the world who talk like this.

"So, what's bothering her right now? Isn't everything going in a good direction?"

"A few days ago, she found the 'marriage agreement' from her childhood."

The marriage agreement we made when we were young, isn’t that just a child’s game?

Beren urged Brid to continue with her eyes.

"She began to think about the current situation, and soon she realized...she was a little too good to him, too caring, too close to him and too dangerous. Does this count as a breach of contract?"

Brid's expression was very depressed:

"She felt that this kind of ambiguity was not right, and began to keep her distance from him, but this made her uncomfortable... In the end, what should she do..."

Brid bit her lip, really troubled.

Beren listened quietly, drank the cold coffee, and thought about the meaning of Brid's words.

Could this be...?!

What it was, Beren couldn't tell.

After all, all her emotional experiences came from TV dramas and medical textbooks, and her interpersonal interactions were limited to visiting relatives and friends during the New Year's Eve, and a handful of gatherings. She wouldn't even go shopping without a clear goal.

She was very good at performing based on what she learned from the textbooks, but this time the other party really opened up his heart to her.

Beren felt confused. She had no practical experience and it was her first time to play the role of a caring older sister. She was really not good at it.

49.BOSS, easily defeated!

Although she was a teacher in the health room, Belen had chosen half of the path of a teacher. She thought about what kind of answer Brid needed.

To be honest, it was hard for her to understand Brid's train of thought.

Realizing that you were too nice to your childhood sweetheart and felt like you were going against his terms?

And then really start to become indifferent and make yourself uncomfortable?

To put it roughly, Brid is actually dissatisfied with the current situation.

This means that Brid actually wants to get along with the other party, but she can't find a good reason...

If it was Belen, she would have just picked him up without caring about anything else.

This girl is so contradictory.

So stupid that it makes people pity him.

After eating the blueberry mousse, she thought of an idea.

In short, just let Brid accept the current situation.

"Taros, you.....you think she wants to get closer to him?"

"It's not that we're getting closer, it's just that I'm uncomfortable right now and I have no appetite for food."

Belen tells his own way:

"How about this, you tell her that you didn't actually break the conditions."

"No... violation?"

"Yes, I listened to your description. In fact, the care she showed was what childhood sweethearts should do."

"Childhood sweetheart? You mean..."

"That's right." Beren nodded and pointed at Brid with his fork:

"Your level of intimacy is nothing. Her kindness to him is part of childhood sweethearts' duty. Even if he goes to her house to borrow the toilet to take a shower, it is what good friends and neighbors should do. It's very common. Everyone is like this."

"Is every childhood sweetheart like this?"

"Ah."

"So it's okay to have your childhood sweetheart come to your house and cook?"

"Hmm? Of course. So you don't have to keep your distance from him so deliberately. Just treat him as a good friend."

"Good friends, good friends, friends..."

Brid murmured, her eyes gradually brightening.

"Thank you, Teacher Gvina. I think I have understood a little bit about how to get along with him correctly."

That’s right, I like it!

But this is love based on care for childhood sweethearts!

I did not break the agreement with the current Shilok.

She told herself that she had deceived herself.

After realizing this, Brid suddenly understood.