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.”

my urge

walk far down the road, I sit back down

order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise, it would

can take up the challenge. In my

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

skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find

It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that I

an iced beverage. As I take in this

rub my

second, I start

to control myself! What if I

the near future, I can only indulge myself once a

dilemma, I look up and

wearing a three-piece attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife.

same time, the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are you

tell me that you got

man stands by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to

but I

before standing up and walking towards

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

I don’t

a person, one has to know when to joke

a few seconds, he

I turn

wind nearly scatters his

road to

are you from? You speak

a minority.” The man hesitates

ethnic group are you from? How should I

walks to my side and falls silent for a moment

surname is Bai[1].

nice name, just a

in my heart. I’ve already given Bai

or Lyn

my joke and walks forward before

That’s wrong. Over here.” I

a

around and follows

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