Chapter 778

Chapter 778

Tonight's campus activities were over. Christina wanted to go to the dormitory early and had a rest.

She had to work and prepare for the exam tomorrow.

On her way to the dormitory, she saw an old man on the campus.

On the campus full of youth and vigor, an old man walking with a stick, looking weird. Christina

couldn't resist looking at him.

The yellow streetlights were hazy, with too many people, it was hard to see him clearly. The old man

was walking slowly with a walking stick in his right hand, but he didn't seem like an old man.

Instead, he looked formidable.

Before she could see it clearly, a young man suddenly came out from behind and hit the old man.

The old man didn't fall but staggered. Christina saw the person who hit the old man steal a phone

from the old man’s pocket, so she immediately rushed over.

"Hey, that bastard in a blue sweater and a cap. He is a thief, stop him!"

There was some distance between Christina and the thief. She shouted, hoping that the students

ahead could lend a helping hand.

As a result, these young students were stunned when they heard the word “thief”. They were

frightened and forgot to take action to stop him.

Christina ran after the thief all the way.

The bustling crowd on the campus was dispersed, causing them to be dissatisfied. Looking up, they

only saw a girl run towards the back door of the campus.

“Well, it seems like Christina.”

Some students recognized her. Many boys from nearby schools were coming for her. In addition,

she was the hostess of the event. They were familiar with her.

Christina wore a pair of high heels for the event. It was hard for her to run. She shouted at the thief

angrily.

"Hey, leave the phone, or I'll kill you if I catch you!”

The man was about 6 feet tall and strong. Now that he was out of school and it was very dark and

cold around, he didn't take a female student seriously. He stopped with a grim look.

“Hey, girl, do you know what will happen if you don't back off?”

Looking at her, the thief was surprised to find that she was beautiful so he strode towards her with a

smutty

expression.

Christina stopped and looked at him tensely. But her eyes were clear and determined.

“I'll let you go if you sleep with me. ” His rough voice sounded lewd and flirtatious

Before he could finish speaking, Christina's face darkened. She quietly took off her stilettos, held

them tightly, then threw them at the man’s head.

It happened suddenly and the man covered his head in pain.

Taking advantage of this time, Christina clenched her right hand and punched the man in the chest.

The man bent down and shouted in pain.

The man looked up, his eyes were full of violence and anger as if he would kill Christina right away.

But he had no chance. Before the man could stand straight, Christina quickly approached him,

grabbed his collar with her right hand and his belt with her left hand, squatted down sideways to

exert her strength, and threw the man who was about 200 pounds in the air with the curse of “Son

of Bitch".

that his internal organs shook. His forehead, arms,

The campus path was a rough and gravel path. The man fel and back were bruised. He gasped in

pain.

Under the dim streetlights, Christina walked towards him step by step barefoot. She looked down at

the big man with tattoos on his chest and arms. He was probably a gangster who came on the

school's open day.

“Don't, don't..."

This man was young. He hated going to school and dropped out when he was in high school. He

felt especially cool and imposing when he had tattoos. He was born with a fierce appearance and a

strong body. Ordinary people could do nothing but suffer. He didn’t expect to meet such a girl

today.

it was so hurt that he had no strength to get up. Looking up at such a beautiful face and a willowy

waist, he was surprised to find that she had great skills. He was afraid.

“Take out the phone.” Christina didn’t want to say more. Her voice sounded cold and imposing.

This girl looked like a bully on campus.

The man didn't care about his dignity. Knowing that he couldn't beat the girl, he slowly sat up, took

out five cell phones from his pocket, and put them on the ground,

Christina was surprised to see that the thief had stolen so many mobile phones,

She had to take this man to the police station.

How could this man be so obedient? He grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at Christina’s face.

Then he quickly got up and ran away.

Some sand came into Christina's eyes, so her vision blurred. She regained her strength. Looking at

the escaping man angrily, she wanted to chase after him. But when she picked up the 5 phones, the

man had disappeared.

The man turned off the 5 phones when he stole them. When Christina turned them on, four of them

got calls.

They were all students’ cell phones, with twenty or thirty missed calls. The students were nervous

and angry. “The phone is mine!”

After getting through, Christina ignored these people and briefly explained the situation. “Take your

ID to the Student Union.”

To chase after the thief, Christina made a mess of herself and her high heels were broken. It was

heartbreaking. The shoes cost her more than 100 dollars.

Soon, the owners of the phones got their phones. They didn't even say “thank you” but sized up

Christina suspiciously. They didn't believe that Christina found their phones.

The president of the Student Union looked embarrassed “Christina, don't mind.

He wanted to pat Christina on the shoulder to comfort her, but Christina didn't give him a chance.

She dodged and stared at his hand coldly and distantly. She didn't like being touched by strangers.

Because Christina seemed cold, no one believed that she was warm-hearted.

“Do you know whose phone this is?” To avoid this embarrassment, the president withdrew his hand,

changed the subject, and looked at the new phone that no one claimed.

This phone was brand new. It might be just bought, and this model of this brand was expensive. The

phone was turned on, but no one called.

Christina thought about it. It should be the old man's.

“It belongs to an old man.”

Her voice was indifferent as if she didn't want to get involved. She turned around and wanted to

walk out of the

Student Union conference room, leaving it to him.

“Christina, do you remember what he looks like? Is he a leader of our school?”

It turned out to be an old man's phone. It would be hard to look for.

*He’s not the leader of our school. I don't know him.”

Christina didn't want to have anything to do with the owner of the phone.

The president's mouth twitched. Christina was a legend, Now she was willing to stay away from this,

but when something happened, she ignored the danger and chased after the thief with all her

might.

It was hard to say if she had any purpose, for she didn't care about the payback.

It seemed that she did it for justice, but she hated to get involved after that.

“The old man is wearing in dark blue Tang Costume with a walking stick. He may be wandering

around our school. Why dont you go find him..."

Christina felt that she was entangled by him. She had no choice.

She went out with several people from the Student Union to look for the old man. The students

were active in this activity, and there were many students from other schools. It wasn't easy to find

someone.

Christina looked at the contact record. There were only three contacts who might be his family

members.

Without much thought, she called the first person.

There was no response from the other end. Christina felt that the old man’s relatives were not

reliable and want to hang up, it got through.

Christina felt that she had wasted too much time and didn't want to waste time. She said, “Hey, the

old man lost his phone. It's in my hand.”

Patrick on the other end of the phone seemed surprised to get the call from her.

He remained silent.

Christina was impatient. “Hello? Are you there?”

Only then did he seem to come back to his senses. He said with a deep and hoarse voice, “What's

the matter?”

Christina was so angry that she ignored the man’s pleasant voice. She told him that the old man had

lost his phone. Why wasn't he worried?

“The old man’s phone was stolen by a pickpocket at our school. I took it back. Come and get it. I'll

wait for you at the fountain in front of the school gate.”

She spoke quickdy, emphasizing that she was waiting for him.

The man on the other end seemned confused and fell silent.

“The First High School of C City, come here quickly. Christina could not stand his slow temper,

This time, Patrick replied, complicated, “Yes.” His tone was cold and heavy, with the oppression of a

high-ranking

person.

Christina subconsciously disliked this man and felt that he was difficult to get along with.

Christina told the members of the Student Union that she had contacted the relatives of the owner,

hoping that they would wait here. However, the president felt that this phone was a hot potato and

asked Christina to give it back by herself.

Christina stood in the night breeze with a dark face, waiting.

She was annoyed. The man sounded terrible. Maybe he was a leader. It was troublesome.

Ten minutes later, a champagne Rolls-Royce drove slowly and stopped at the school gate. Her eyes

suddenly lit up. Such a top limited sports car certainly attracted many people's attention, while

Christina looked at the old man in front of the car.

Christina rushed over. When the old man want to get into the car, she held the door with her left

hand and said quickly, “Here is your phone.”

As she spoke, she immediately put the phone in the old man's hand. Senior Mr. Hopkins, calm but

dignified, seemed surprised.

The old butler in the driver's seat was extremely nervous. They didn't bring any bodyguards with

him. What if something happened to Senior Mr. Hopkins?

He quickly got out of the car. “Senior Mr. Hopkins,” he called anxiously.

Senior Mr. Hopkins, looking thoughtfully at the female student who had gone far away, looked

down at the phone on his palm in a daze.

The old man knew that when he was wandering around the campus one hour ago, he was hit on the

elbow. He knew that his cell phone had been stolen, but he didn't mind. He didn't expect a female

student to give it back to him, and the girl didn't ask him for payback.

When Patrick hurried back, he looked at the fountain in front of the school gate. No one was

waiting for him there.

Instead, Paul recognized him and shouted excitedly, “Young Master Hopkins!”

Patrick turned around, surprised, but he quickly became indifferent as usual and walked closer.

Such a luxurious car would be ostentatious on this campus. Patrick got into the car without saying a

word. The butler was happy and drove away, Senior Mr. Hopkins, who was sitting in the back seat

with him, felt guilty for some reason,

Patrick did not ask why they suddenly appeared here. He knew it well that his grandfather was

following upon him

To avoid the atmosphere becoming weird, Paul said slowly, “I don't know where is Mr. Shepherd.

Senior Mr. Hopkins hasn't had dinner. Why don't we...”

Paul explained himself. Patrick did not say a word but looked at his grandfather's phone.

Senior Mr. Hopkins was looking out the window as if he didn’t know how to face his grandson's

question. Could he say that he came to see him? Well, it was so embarrassing.

He cleared his throat and said inexplicably, “The students in this school are good.”

He thought Patrick would keep silent. Unexpectedly, he said, “Yes, they are.”

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