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 make a

this guy walk far down the road, I sit back down and enjoy

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

type of food that can take up the

the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one I chose, I can be quite certain of

been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste

beer isn’t bad. It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in

iced beverage. As I take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in front

rub my belly

second, I

have to control myself! What

only indulge myself once a month—no,

a dilemma, I look up and see

attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife. He has two bright

the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are you

me that

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

I don’t

a moment before standing up and walking towards the

the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady

I take you there?” I

person, one has to know when to joke and when not

changes. After a

I turn

The wind nearly scatters his voice from

along the road to the crossroads, I

from? You speak pretty

The man hesitates for

Which ethnic group are you from? How

my side and falls silent for a moment

surname is Bai[1]. My name is

just a

this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve

Lin, or Lyn

and walks

wrong. Over

really are a primary school

around and follows me to

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