Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Lena didn't think there'd be other ways around it at first. Then only after Hailey's reminder did she have an epiphany the plan could work. She smiled at Hailey.

"Hailey, how have I never realized how smart you are? This is a far better plan than before. If we can give him ourselves, he'll know we are the ones who prepared them. It'll help him in deciding." After that, Lena flipped her long hair and said flirtatiously, "But letget this out of the way first. If Bruno takes a liking to me, you can't try anything else. We agreed in the beginning that we wouldn't be envious of the other no matter who he likes." Revolted by her confidence, Hailey rolled her eyes internally but smiled on the surface as she said, "Lena, don't worry. I'd never let another woman have the man I like, but you're different. You're my soul sister." "Good to hear." "When will we carry the plan out?" "We have to find a good excuse. Otherwise, if that fat b*tch refuses to invite Bruno, all our preparations will be in vain." "You're right. Are there any major celebratory days lately?" Something suddenly cto Hailey's mind, like a flash of lightning. "Lena, isn't your birthday coming up soon?" Unable to register Hailey's suggestion for a second, Lena echoed, "My birthday?" "Yes, isn't your birthday on the fifth of next month? How can you forget your own birthday?" Lena looked at Hailey with much appreciation. Then, her gaze flitted downwards. She said, "I'd have really forgotten all about it if not for you. Thank you for remembering my birthday." "C'mon, we're best friends." Hailey hugged Lena and added, "Then well wait for your birthday to ask him out, okay?" "Yeah, and we can get him to celebrate my birthday as well. Oh, it'll be even better if I can get a picture with him." Lena began daydreaming hopefully.

Mashauva ran several laps around the field, sweating buckets, but she didn't feel like herself for sreason that day. As she ran, a pervasive discomfort bugged her; she was unable to breathe properly. No, she had to persevere.

Mashauva gritted her teeth and increased her pace.

She just needed to run one more lap. After that, she could eat and rest.

Just a little bit further.

Every tshe was on the verge of giving up, she'd use the chant to keep herself going. Just a little bit further, just a few more steps, and she'd reach her goal.

She did so like any other day.

However, as she ran, Mashauva suddenly lost her sense of hearing. Her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness.

Thump! Mashauva collapsed on the field.

The boys who were playing basketball on the school field were talking amongst themselves a minute ago. "Look, that chubby girl is running again." "She really can stick it out. We play here every day while she runs. She looks much skinnier now than when she first started, doesn't she? If everyone had her sense of perseverance, the world would be rid of obesity." "Hey, do you think she's actually trying to lose weight or get our attention? Could it be that there's someone she likes on our team? "Haha!" The guys began to laugh as they chattered.

They were still laughing when someone shouted out of the blue.

"What's going on?" They looked in Mashauva's direction. The girl who had been running as she gritted her teeth a while ago was now on the ground. "Sh*t, has she fainted?" The boys were around Mashauva's age. As they realized she was fair and beautiful, in addition to her perseverance, they paid special attention to her.

After realizing what happened, they threw the basketball aside and ran toward her.

"What happened?" "I think she overexerted herself. Her blood sugar might have dipped too low." "It's also a sweltering day today. Let's take her to the infirmary." The tallest boy among the group took the lead in helping Mashauva up. As he carried her in his arms to the infirmary, the other guys jogged along behind him. "Is she heavy?" "D*mmit, we have an emergency here, and you're asking about her weight? Bug off." "Haha, isn't it just a case of low blood sugar? She'll be fine after srest." The infirmary.

When the doctor saw a group of boys rushing in, she was thrown for a loop.

"Doctor, while we were playing basketball, this girl suddenly fainted." "Bring her over quickly. Lethave a look," the doctor instructed.

Mashauva didn't look too well. Her face was ghostly pale, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead non-stop; even her lips were drained of color.

After the doctor examined her, she told them, "She probably had a heatstroke and low blood sugar. Please leave for now. Don't crowd around her; give her sair." The group was thus asked to leave the infirmary.

"Alright, we'll leave her here and go back to our gthen." Smack! With that, he immediately received a smack from his friend. "Have you left your brain in the dorm? Since we went to all the trouble of saving her, we should stick around and introduce ourselves when she wakes up. That way, she'll get to know us." "What for?" "And this is why you were never able to get a girlfriend. You'll never be

able to meet another pretty and innocent girl like her again in them future. Won't you increase your chances of getting a girlfriend if you get to know one more girl?" "Yeah, she may be alone now, but she has roommates, doesn't she? They're all girls, I'm telling you." When Mashauva woke up, she found herself lying in the infirmary, and it was already dark outside. The doctor was a gentle lady.

"Oh, you're finally awake." Somewhat lost, Mashauva propped herself up on her forearms to sit up.

"Hi, why am I here?" "A few boys from the basketball

court sent you here. They said you fainted when you were running. Th checked your condition and found that you had a heatstroke and low blood sugar." Heatstroke and low blood sugar? Was it because the weather was too hot, and she had expended too much energy at noon? "You have to lose weight progressively. It won't do your body any good if you rush it." To be perfectly honest, Mashauva didn't think she was rushing it. She

was doing fine in her past training; it was probably because of theo m sweltering weather and her O over-expenditure of energy. With that thought in mind, Mashauva smiled faintly. "Thank you, Doctor. I'm all right now." "Rest up, have a glass of glucose water before you go back." "Oh, right, Doctor, where are the people who senthere?" "They had been waiting for you outside, but they left since it took you ages to wake up." Hearing that, Mashauva made a mental note to thank them the next day.

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