บททั้งหมดของ The Colors Of Resilience : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

“Phones off before we go in.”Max lifted his hands.“Okay, but if the building explodes, I want evidence.”Sarah didn’t even look up.“Max.”“What?”“This is a university hearing.”Max slipped his phone into his pocket.“I know.”He glanced at the large wooden doors ahead of them.“…That’s why I’m nervous.”The administrative building hallway was quieter than the rest of campus.Too quiet.A few university staff moved between offices with careful, professional expressions.But near the hearing room doors, several students had already gathered.Some were whispering.Others were watching.When Oliver stepped into the hallway, the whispers grew louder.Max leaned slightly toward him.“See?”Oliver glanced at him.“What?”Max nodded toward the students.“You’re famous now.”Oliver ignored the comment and focused on the doors.A small plaque beside them read:Administrative Conduct Review HearingSarah checked the time on her tablet.“They’ll start in five minutes.”Max exhaled slowly.“Fa

The council room was quieter than usual.Not silent.Just… heavy.The hearing had drained everyone.Papers covered the table again. Notes from the timeline discussion were scattered between laptops and folders.Max leaned back in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers.“I still can’t believe that timestamp thing.”Sarah didn’t look up from her tablet.“It means the investigation is more complicated than they expected.”Max snorted.“That’s one way to put it.”Across the table, Oliver Wren reviewed the meeting notes again, though he wasn’t really reading them anymore.His mind was still replaying the hearing.The administrators’ expressions.The strange timestamp.The missing email thread.Something about the whole situation felt wrong.Max pointed his pen toward him.“You’ve been staring at that page for ten minutes.”Oliver blinked.“What?”“You’re not even reading it.”Sarah glanced up briefly.“He’s thinking.”Max shrugged.“Thinking is suspicious.”Caspian Hayes sat quietly

Oliver Wren didn’t delete the new photos immediately.He stood in the middle of the campus walkway, staring at the screen while students passed around him.The hallway photo.The classroom.The bench.Three different moments from high school.Three different places.All taken by someone who had been there.His thumb hovered over the screen again.Delete message thread?He hesitated.Deleting them wouldn’t erase anything.Whoever was sending them clearly had more.Oliver locked the phone instead and slipped it back into his pocket.The campus walkway was busy now.Late afternoon classes had ended.Students moved in groups toward dorms, cafés, and the student union.Laughter carried through the air.Music played faintly from someone’s phone.Everything looked ordinary.But Oliver’s eyes were different now.Every face felt like a possibility.Every passing student felt like someone watching him

The council room filled slowly the next morning.Chairs scraped across the floor.Laptops opened.Coffee cups appeared on the table one by one.Max dropped into his chair dramatically.“I am running entirely on caffeine and spite today.”Sarah sat across from him, already scrolling through documents on her tablet.“That’s not a healthy strategy.”Max shrugged.“It’s a reliable one.”Oliver entered the room a moment later.He moved a little slower than usual.Max noticed immediately.“Look who survived the night.”Oliver pulled his chair out.“Barely.”Max grinned.“Same.”Sarah glanced up briefly.“You look tired.”Oliver sat down.“I slept.”Max leaned sideways in his chair.“You keep saying that.”Oliver ignored him and opened his laptop.The screen lit up.Meeting notes.Draft statements.Administrative responses.He tried to focus.Across the table, Caspian watched quietly.Not staring.Just observing.Oliver had arrived later than usual.His shoulders were tighter.His attention

The rumors didn’t appear all at once.They spread the way rumors usually did on campus—quietly at first, then faster with every conversation.Oliver noticed the shift the moment he stepped into the main academic building the next morning.Two students standing near the entrance stopped talking when he passed them.One of them lowered their voice.The other glanced down at their phone.Oliver kept walking.He had grown used to being recognized around campus. Being student council president meant people often looked his way.But this wasn’t recognition.This was curiosity.He climbed the stairs toward the second floor.Behind him someone whispered something.Another voice responded quietly.Oliver didn’t turn around.At the end of the hallway, a group of students stood near the vending machines.One of them looked up.Their eyes followed Oliver as he walked past.Oliver reached the council meeting room and opened