The Text from My Future Self Chapter 2

"Wendy, you're here."

He walked towards me holding the roses.

I took a step back.

"Ryan, which college did you apply to?"

I stared at his face, trying to find a trace of guilt.

His smile froze on his face.

A few seconds later, Ryan coughed lightly.

"C University, of course. Didn't we agree on it?"

His eyes were dodging.

"Do you dare to log into the portal now and show me your application?"

Ryan's face changed.

The surrounding classmates looked at each other, some whispering.

"What's going on?"

He forced a smile.

"Wendy, what's wrong with you? Why ask this suddenly?"

"When we filled out the applications, didn't we do it together? You know I filled in C University."

I took out my phone directly, opened the application portal, and handed it to him.

"Then log in now."

Ryan's expression collapsed completely, with a bit of anger from embarrassment.

"Wendy! Are you crazy? So many people are here!"

"If you want to see, I can show you later."

My heart sank to the bottom.

My phone vibrated in my palm.

I opened it and saw new message content.

[Or, you can look at Liam. He is your future husband.]

[His phone lock screen is you, the tattoo on his chest is you, even the hair tie on his wrist is the one you dropped!]

I subconsciously looked at Liam in the corner.

He was leaning lazily on the sofa.

The black T-shirt made his skin look white as snow, and the black hair tie on his wrist was particularly conspicuous.

My heart skipped a beat.

Liam seemed to notice my gaze, looked up slightly, his red eyes meeting mine directly.

Looking a bit aggrieved.

For a moment, I was inexplicably flustered and quickly looked away.

The atmosphere in the private room solidified.

Ryan stood there with an ugly expression, the roses hanging by his side.

"Wendy."

He tried to explain.

"I can explain the application."

Me: "You changed your application."

"Because of the agreement with Chloe?"

Ryan's pupils shrank.

"How did you know?"

I didn't know.

If I hadn't received that text message, I would still be foolishly fantasizing about life in college with him.

Now, I just felt my heart aching and sour.

The surrounding classmates looked like they wanted to gossip but didn't know where to start.

"Wendy, could it be a misunderstanding?"

"We all saw how good Ryan is to you."

"Yeah, yeah! As for Chloe, Ryan has never been close to her. He confessed today knowing you don't like Chloe, so he specifically forbade her from coming."

Was there really no contact?

I asked out loud: "Do you dare to call her in front of me and prove it?"

Ryan sneered.

"Wendy, you're not even my girlfriend yet. This jealous face is too ugly."

"I just lost a bet with Chloe, so I accepted the loss and applied to A University. It wasn't entirely for her."

Another bet.

He bet on me and also bet on his own future.

In the corner, Liam stood up.

His height advantage of 6'2" instantly made him the focus of the audience.

He walked slowly to my side, his gaze sweeping over the roses in Ryan's hand with disdain.

"That's it?"

Ryan's face was livid.

"Liam, what business is it of yours?"

Liam ignored him but turned to me, meeting my eyes.