Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 980 - 278: Retribution Arrives! _5

Chapter 980: 278: Retribution Arrives! _5

“I also crave milk tea! Viola, why can’t you put on weight?”

Viola Thompson stood tall at 1.76 meters and weighed 98 pounds.

She stood at 165 cm and weighed 130 pounds, with a single finger even thicker than two of Viola’s combined!

The most infuriating part was that she was flat-chested at 130 pounds!

Yet Viola, who weighed 98 pounds, was a size C.

Viola Thompson embodied the very definition of a perfect figure.

She had curves in just the right places and not an ounce of excess fat elsewhere, a true supermodel.

Every time she saw Viola’s figure, Mila would sigh in admiration.

Viola sipped her milk tea and laughed at Mila, “Starting from tomorrow morning, you can run with me. Then, you can eat without gaining weight.”

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Everything is relative.

There’s no such thing as a person who can eat without gaining weight.

Every great figure requires maintenance.

Upon hearing this, Mila immediately refused. She would sooner die than wake up early!

Moreover, Viola was terrifying. She could wake up precisely at five thirty every morning.

Mila continued, “Then I’ll choose to diet!”

Dieting was a lot easier than exercising or getting up early.

Viola gave her a playful smile. “Losing weight by dieting alone doesn’t work. You should especially avoid binge eating and drinking. I suggest you eat and drink as you normally would, and keep a regular exercise routine.”

“I can’t maintain that…” Mila said with a bitter expression.

She often wondered how Viola can keep it up.

Apart from studying, her enthusiasm for anything else was short-lived.

Falling silent, Mila turned to the two boys, “Peter, York, do you guys go running after meals?”

Both shook their heads.

Peter then said, “But I run for about half an hour every morning.”

Unfortunately, he had never bumped into Viola.

After dinner.

The group returned to the Laboratory.

Once in, they were there for four hours.

By the time they left the lab, the night sky was full of stars.

York and Peter walked towards the boys’ dormitory.

Peter looked at his left hand, an idiotic smile on his face.

York furrowed his brows, “What’s up with you?”

Peter turned to York, “I decided I am going to bathe using only one hand tonight.”

“Did you hurt your other hand?” York asked curiously.

Peter shook his head, extending his left hand, “I shook hands with Viola with this hand today, so I’m going to preserve it.”

York: “…”

Another young man smitten with unrequited love.

But this was not unusual.

There were many admirers of Viola Thompson in Capital University.

Soon, the two of them returned to their dormitory.

On seeing the two boys return, their roommate Jem immediately asked, “I heard you guys joined Viola’s lab, is that true?”

York nodded, “Yeah.”

Hearing this, Jem was shocked, “Are you out of your mind?”

Viola’s biggest achievement was being the first ever to top the preliminary tests at Capital University.

Beyond that, she had no more feathers in her cap.

Without a guide, could she really finish the experiment smoothly?

That was utterly absurd.

After a pause, Jem continued, “Even if you like Viola, you can’t risk your future over it.”

You should strive to prove yourself, only then Viola might notice you.

Not by giving up your work to help Viola complete an experiment that can’t be finished in the first place.

You’re making a mockery of your own youth.

Moreover, that’s an extremely irresponsible act towards oneself.

York turned to Jem and replied, “Jem, I think you misunderstood something. Joining the S Laboratory has nothing to do with whether I like Viola or not. Yes, I do like her, but it’s merely liking her and nothing to do with romance or passion.”

His decision to join the S Laboratory was simply to make a good fight for his dream.

Teenagers of eighteen or nineteen, in the prime of their youthful exuberance, all had a dream.

And York’s dream was to help everyone who had lost their sight to see again!

Upon hearing this, Jem laughed heartily, “Liking her is liking her, there’s no disgrace in that. Why so coy about it!”

York was a bit speechless, “Let me explain once more. I like Viola, or you can say, I admire her. It has nothing to do with romantic feelings. These are two different matters.”

What he felt for Viola was admiration.

He admired her ability and how she conducted herself.

Moreover, every time he saw Viola, York felt a strange feeling that he couldn’t explain.