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.”

welcome.” I suppress my urge to

walk far down the road, I sit

have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to

can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s better

for

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

completely engrossed in the food to the point that I

eggplant, and an iced beverage. As I take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in front of me

rub my

I start

I have to control myself! What if I get

the near future, I can only indulge

I’m in a dilemma, I look up

suited to proper nightlife. He has two

sense my

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k

that you

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

I look around, but I don’t

standing up and walking

paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop me

take you there?” I don’t mention the

one has to know when to joke

After a few seconds,

go.” I turn

you…” The wind nearly scatters his voice from

along the road to the crossroads, I

from? You

The man hesitates for

no wonder. Which ethnic group are you

my side and falls silent for a

Bai[1]. My name is

name, just

joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given

Lin, or Lyn

my joke and walks forward before turning

wrong. Over here.” I

are a primary

and follows me

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