Chapter 245 Farewell Party (2/2)

Kyle glared at Xing Han, who was from across the room, who was now running towards them.

He held on to Natasha's waist tighter, nimbly turned her around so that Xing Han glomped* him instead of Natasha. It wasn't that he didn't want any guy to hug Natasha, but it was most likely she would be crushed inbetween them.

Steadying himself, Kyle protected Natasha from most of the force.

For the first time in her life, Natasha was flustered.

All this time in class, Natasha did not harbour any feelings for Kyle. He was damn hot, so it meant he was beyond her reach and she never considered anything. Work was more important anyway. Plus, he was a kid.

It was enough that she could admire him from afar. She liked watching him, but that was it.

Now, however, having him hold her as he protected her from Xing Han's over-enthusiastic hug, her senses were overloaded.

All of her senses were assaulted.

Sight: His face that was so close to hers that she could actually view his magnificence at such close range.

Smell: taking a deep breath, she could make out his unique scent that she never could before or had ever noticed.

Hearing: he was laughing at Xing Han, his overly sexy voice just hitting her ears like silk.

Touch: she could feel the warmth of his body, as her chest was crushed against his firm chest, his strong arms enveloped around her.

The only thing missing was the sense of taste.

She blinked rapidly and gulped, stopping herself in time from doing something that would have crossed the line.

This Kyle was lethal.

If she, who had harboured no hidden intentions (or have any sort of feelings for Kyle) could feel this way just from a mere hug of his, what more those girls who had crushes on him?

For the first time, she truly understood why those girls in Retsu Primary School had nearly stripped him naked during Valentine's Day. When the story had been told the other time, she hardly believed it was that bad.

I mean, come on she thought in disdain and disbelief. Girls couldn't be that bad.

She now knew better.

Oh yes, she did.

There and then, a crush was born - and Natasha groaned for it was the last day of school.

It was for the best.

So she gave Kyle one last squeeze then stepped back, to be given another group hug initiated by Xing Han. This time, it was the guys Stanley and Terence flanking her.

Ali stood by the side, content to just be hugging Sophia instead. Hugging Natasha was too intimate a move for him.

Sam? Well, Sam had Betty. It wasn't that he was afraid Betty would be jealous, and he certainly did not think he would be cheating on her just for hugging a classmate who just happened to be a girl - but it's simply because the said girl wasn't Betty.

He only liked to hug his bunbun* Betty.

Natasha didn't mind when she saw Ali and Sam from a distance.

She knew the Elite Five had their own idiosyncrasies and she didn't take it to heart. The hug wasn't important. What they had gone through together, as Sage Class members, were what made the memories.

”You may be leaving us today,” Kyle said, giving his Colgate dazzling smile, ”But you're always a Sage Class member. Once a Sage Class, always a Sage Class. Remember to keep in touch.”

Natasha nodded.

This move of Kyle created a network that served every member of Sage Class well in the future. After all, each and every Sage Class student had the vast potential to be successful in whatever they did. Some even became President.

Yet, no matter how high that person went, once a Sage Class classmate contacted them, the help was extended.

Of course, this only applied to Sage Class students who knew each other. The connection and help didn't just come with the 'Sage Class' label - it came through their connections with each other. It did help them gain an audience but whether they could get help depended entirely on their ability after that.

There was no obligation to help.

Kyle wanted to create this type of network but he didn't want it to be abused. Hence, it turned into the form that it did through him laying the foundation. Being one of those in the pioneer batch made it easier for him to do so.

Stanley looked at this scene, and his heart felt a bit heavy. Next year, it would be his turn. Time sure did pass by fast.