Hello, Mr. Major General (1)

Chapter 31: Let Me Woo You

Nowadays, most fourteen-year-olds had already experienced their first love. Surely, at the age of 17, she
wasn’t too young to be in a
relationship?

To be fair, her life so far had been out of the ordinary. She had followed Sidharth to a military camp at the age of 12 and simply had had no opportunity to fall in love with the
right boy.

She had only come to C City for college at the age of 16.

She had heard her three roommates talk about their love life, and she could not deny that she was envious…

Why not give it a try?

Shehnaaz’s heart was in a flutter, but she did not dare say it.

She still had to inform Sidharth about it. If he did not agree, she would turn Parth down.

“Do you agree?” Parth glanced at Shehnaaz; he smiled as he added, “I’m not asking you to agree to be my
girlfriend, right away. I’m just asking you to let me woo you.”

He was graduating soon; in a few months, everyone would be going their own way, scattered to the four winds. He did not want to miss this opportunity.

There were plenty of beautiful, talented girls in their law department, but they were all sly, calculating foxes, capable of seeing through anyone with just a single glance.

In the end, a lovely, lively, intelligent, yet sweet and innocent young lass like Shehnaaz was still the most
popular.

For example, most of the boys in their class were dating freshmen and sophomores; it was rare for them to date their own classmates, because of the reasons stated above.

Although Shehnaaz was his classmate, she was a lot younger, about the same age as a matriculating student.

She had been his classmate for two years now, and they knew each other well. There would be fewer
uncertainties in their relationship if they started dating; compared to her, his underclassmen were practically strangers to him.

Parth leisurely looked at the road ahead. It seemed to be a metaphor for his life: a straight, open road, leading
directly to a brilliant future.

Shehnaaz’s gaze snapped back from the view outside the window. She lowered her head, flustered, her fingers playing with the fabric of her light gray woolen jumper skirt. She
mumbled, “… Class Rep, what do you expect me to say to that?”

“Can’t think of an answer? In that case I’ll just assume you agree,” said Parth, smiling. “Now the first thing you have to do is to stop calling me Class Rep, we’re closer than that. Call me Parth. That’s what my family calls me.”

Calling him by his first name was a big step in closing the distance between them.

And it wasn’t too intimate.

Shehnaaz replied in a small voice, “…Okay.”

There was a hint of trepidation in her soft voice. Although her voice had not been loud, it seemed to echo in Parth’s ears, over and over again.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel. He did not expect a simple “Okay” from Shehnaaz to send his heart racing.

Maybe his feelings for her were
stronger than he realized?

The two of them stayed silent for the remainder of the car ride, as though by tacit agreement.

When they arrived at the university, Parth drove up to the entrance to the female dormitory.

He got out of the car first, and helped her get her suitcase out. He carried
her backpack with his other hand and
escorted her upstairs.

Normally, men were prohibited from entering the female dormitory.

However, Parth had been a class representative for the last 4 years. The Resident Advisor for the female
dormitory was therefore
well-acquainted with him. When she saw him enter, she merely waved at him and let him in.

Parth politely greeted the Resident Advisor, who was a middle-aged woman. He said, “My classmate has just returned to school after
recovering from an illness.”

The Resident Advisor recognized  Shehnaaz.

She was the youngest student in the Faculty of Law, and the top student. Of course she would recognise her.

“Shehnaaz, you’re all recovered now?” The Resident Advisor smiled as she greeted her. “Your class rep is so responsible. He comes by three times a day to ask if you’re back.”

Shehnaaz nodded, smiling. She produced a packet of snacks and handed it to her. “Thank you. Here’s a small token of my appreciation.”

The Resident Advisor accepted her gift with an easy heart. It was just a
packet of snacks, after all, not a bribe.

Shehnaaz and Parth went upstairs. A soon as they opened the door to her room, her three roommates were
there, screaming in their faces.

“Shehnaaz, you’re back!”

“Lil Sis, are you all better now?!”

“Class Rep personally picked you up and sent you back here? Ooh, you have to repay him!”

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