They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 418: She Rejected Him!

“I'm Oliver,” he introduced, voice clipped. “Class captain for Medicine and Surgery. | was asked to bring you to

the lecture hall. Please follow me.”

His words were polite, but the undertone was unmistakable, mild resentment laced with poorly hidden pride. He

was the class captain, for crying out loud!

And yet here he was, being made to fetch a latecomer like serrand boy. A new student, no less. This wasn’t

supposed to be his job. A Departmental Officer or another student should've handled it.

still, orders were orders.

Without sparing Nnenna a proper glance, he turned on his heel and walked ahead briskly, expecting her to follow

without question.

Nnenna blinked once, then stood up quietly and followed, snacks in hand.

She could feel the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his pride was bruised by this unexpected task. But she said

nothing. There was no need to. She was used to silent judgment, only this time, it amused her a little.

If only he knew who had brought her in.

On the way to the lecture hall for first years, the corridor buzzed with low chatter and footsteps echoing off the

polished floors. Nnenna followed quietly behind Oliver, observing everything with curious eyes.

As they passed one of the older lecture halls, clearly marked Level 500, the doors swung open. A wave of

students spilled out, laughing, talking, and stretching from sitting too long.

Then it happened.

One of them caught sight of Nnenna.

He stopped mid step.

It was like the air shifted. The laughter faded in his ears. His eyes were glued to her, elegant, poised, and

unmistakably beautiful.

“Wow,” he muttered under his breath.

Before he could even think it through, his legs moved on their own, cutting through the crowd and heading

straight toward her. He didn’t even register Oliver walking ahead of her, or the fact that she clearly had

somewhere to be.

“Hi,” he said with a confident smile, stepping directly in her path. “I'm George. May | know your name?”

His eyes sparkled with charm, but the move was so sudden that even Oliver had to stop and glance back,

annoyed. But his eyes widened when he saw who it was.

Nnenna paused, taken slightly off guard. She wasn’t expecting to be approached, certainly not in a school

corridor and definitely not in front of this many people. A few nearby students slowed down, watching the

interaction with interest.

Sof them who wanted to approach Nnenna gave up when they saw George. They couldn't compete with him

at all.

George waited for her answer, his smile easy and practiced, clearly a guy used to getting attention.

But this was Nnenna.

And she didn’t fluster easily.

Nnenna looked up, offering a small smile. Since he seemed nice enough and wasn’t being too forward, she

decided to respond politely.

“I'm Nnenna. Nice to meet you.”

George smiled wider. Polite girl, he thought, a bit surprised. Initially, he had approached her on impulse, thinking

to flirt, maybe impress her a little.

But now, seeing how innocent and composed she looked, he instinctively dialed back his usual charm. He didn’t

want to coff as a flirtatious rogue. Better to start friendly.

Oliver, however, wasn’t impressed.

He offered George a respectful, “Good afternoon, senior George,” complete with a small nod.

George didn’t even look at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved him off casually, eyes never leaving Nnenna. Oliver blinked, a little stunned but said

nothing. He just resumed walking, slower now, waiting for her to follow.

George turned back to Nnenna. “So what year are you in?” he asked.

“Year one,” she replied simply.

“Nice. And your department?”

“Medicine and surgery.”

George's eyes lit up. “Perfect! Sdepartment, I'm in Year 5. If you ever have questions, or need help with

anything, feel free to ask me, yeah?”

He pulled out his phone, screen already open to the contacts page. “Lethave your number.”

Nnenna hesitated. Her smile faded slightly. “Ah... | don’t have a registered SIM yet. I'm still sorting that out,” she

said truthfully. Getting a local number hadn’t been a priority.

“I don’t have a phone number,” Nnenna repeated, her voice calm but certain.

George froze, momentarily stunned. Wait... what? That wasn’t the response he'd expected. Not even close. He

wasn't even asking her out, just trying to make friends. Was he not charming enough? Was he suddenly...

unattractive?

But one glance at Nnenna’s expression reassured him. She wasn’t being mean or brushing him off. She was

being honest. Innocent. She probably really didn’t have one.

Still, behind him, his friends were already snickering.

“She rejected him!”

“Damn, even the almighty George?”

“No way she doesn’t have a phone number. Bro, take the L.”

George's jaw tightened. He didn’t want to look back. He was used to admiration, not mockery. But before he

could say anything, a sharp voice cut through the hallway.

“Hey girl,” someone stepped forward. It was a tall girl from George's group, and her eyes were laced with

suspicion and irritation. “You could’ve just said no. No need to play games.”

Nnenna turned to her slowly, confused. “I wasn’t playing any games.”

The girl scoffed. “Right. A whole new student in this school, no phone number, no SIM, nothing? Do we look

stupid?”

George tried to intervene, raising a hand slightly. “Linda—"

“No, George. Let her talk,” Linda cut him off, stepping closer to Nnenna now. “You think you're too pretty to just

say no like a normal person?”

Linda continued her tirade, her voice rising with every word. “Next time, just say no. | know girls like you. Always

trying to twist things, playing with boys’ emotions like it’s sgame.” She folded her arms in self

righteousness, her tone sharp and moralizing. “I'm so glad | never took that path.”

Several students, mostly guys who had faced similar embarrassments, nodded in agreement. A few muttered

support.

“She's right.”

Yeah, we've all seen girls like that.”