However, Chigo's words surprised Sylvia.
Perhaps he saw something she didn't; after all, onlookers see most of the game.
She fell silent again, looking down at her toes.
Chigo sighed helplessly, seeing her behavior as he ruffled her hair.
She took a step back out of reflex to avoid his hand.
Stumped, Chigo frowned slightly, but he wasn't upset, chuckling bitterly under his breath. "Looks like things are worse than I imagined."
"Chigo." She didn't want to be on tenterhooks anymore and went straight to the point. "You and I are in different leagues."
"Are you using this as an excuse to reject me?" He remained direct as usual.
She smiled. "I guess you can put it that way."
"Then do you think that Mr. Trevino is in the same league as you?" he retorted.
Her heart skipped a beat. Chigo was really good at guessing her thoughts.
He was right; all three of them were in different leagues, but what was ludicrous was that she was infatuated with Kendrix.
"It's too early to draw conclusions now," Chigo said, smiling as he noticed her silence and helplessness. "You don't have to be so nervous."
"I'm not." Sylvia denied.
Chigo beamed; the smile spoke volumes as though he saw through her thoughts but only didn't point out.
Under that smile, she thought she had nowhere to hide.
Seemingly in a good mood, Chigo said, "I've always believed you'd only consider some things seriously when you've reached a certain age, even if you've thought about it at a younger age, it wouldn't be a mature enough thought. So some things are best considered after hitting a certain age; it's only then you'll know what you truly desire."
"I'm not young anymore," she retorted.
"Who was the one who told me she's still just a kid?" he asked.
Stumped, Sylvia took a deep breath, looked at him, and smiled.
She had to be strong facing such a formidable opponent.
He was truly impressive.
Smiling, she said, "What I mean is that I already know what I want even though I still haven't come of age."
"I know, but don't minor's your age enjoy being under a teacher's care?" Chigo said with a smile, "After all, the attention a teacher can give is different from that of a parent,"
He was able to retort every word she said with ease. Sylvia felt oppressed by him.
Was she slowly losing her sharp tongue?
She used to win him in any argument, so why was she in the lower hand now?
The discovery got her feeling a little depressed.
She noticed Chigo was good at attacking her by going at the minor details while not hurting her pride, but at the same time serving as a constant reminder for her to evaluate her feelings for Kendrix.
Just then, her eyes lit up, stuck with an epiphany. "How did you know Kendrix is my teacher?"
She was sure she didn't introduce Kendrix as her teacher.
Chuckling, Chigo said, "It's not that hard for me to find out what I want to know?"
Sylvia was rendered floored.
She couldn't believe Chigo had learned a good handful about her daily life.
Frowning, she studied him, "You didn't investigate me, did you, Chigo?"
"Do you know why I came back for the New Year?" He fixed his gaze at her, staring into her eyes as they stopped in the middle of the path.
Sylvia saw many things in Chigo's eyes that overwhelmed her.
It was as if he knew everything about her.
Did he come back just to see her?
If that were the case, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't the least bit surprised.
She looked at him blankly, and he also looked at her with his head lowered.
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