Looking at the young man with bright red eyes, I snap to my senses. The first thought I have is:

What a waste of a handsome face!

After two seconds, I become somewhat worried.

Is this guy mentally challenged, or just simply mental?

Is he the type of person who easily loses his way to the point that a missing report pamphlet is handed out the very next day?

No, he answered me very fluently just now. He looks fine on the surface… Perhaps he’s just bad with directions? Woah! How can someone like this be allowed outside the house on their own? I hesitate for a moment before asking, “Do you have your family’s number? Do you need to give them a call?”

The man’s expression instantly turns extremely ugly, giving off the feeling that he wants to bury his head in the ground.

“There’s no need!” he answers firmly. “It was just a mistake. A mistake. I wasn’t focused, as I was thinking about other problems.”

“There’s no need to explain,” I immediately respond.

Trying to explain it just shows your attempts to hide things… I add inwardly.

Following that, I stand up, turn around, and point at the end of the road.

“Follow this path to the crossroads, then turn right, understand? Turn right.”

I move my right arm as I face the same direction as him.

The man gloomily says, “I’m not a juvenile.

“I’ll concentrate this time. There definitely won’t be a problem!”

I ignore his emphasis and instead remind him, “If you encounter any more accidents, you can look for the police.”

I originally wanted to mischievously say “Mr. Policeman,” but since he has already said that he isn’t a juvenile, I’ll just forget about it.

However, is this guy living in some stage play? His choice of words are quite literal!

Juvenile?

Using the term “primary school student” would be more down-to-earth!

The man falls silent for two seconds before taking a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

suppress my urge to

watching this guy walk far down the road, I sit back

order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be

can take up

barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one I chose, I can be quite

mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening simply wonderful in

and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to

take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in front

nice… I rub my

second, I start to have

have to control myself!

near future, I can only indulge myself

dilemma, I

to proper nightlife. He has two bright

the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k

tell me that you got

by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an intense inner

I

for a moment before standing up and walking

already paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the

don’t I take you there?” I don’t mention the

know when to joke

a few seconds,

I turn

wind nearly scatters

the road to

from? You speak pretty good

minority.” The man hesitates

you from? How should

and falls

is Bai[1]. My name is

nice name, just a little

honest, a superficial joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve

Lin, or Lyn

my joke and walks forward before

Over

are a primary school

follows

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