Lord of the Mysteries

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.”

I suppress my

guy walk far down the road, I

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

that can take

Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for

down on a piece of condiment-infused chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening simply wonderful in a way that cannot

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

an iced beverage. As I take in this assortment of delicacies,

rub my belly in

the next second, I

to control myself! What if I

indulge

in a dilemma, I look

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

to sense my gaze. He turns his head

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k

me that you got

roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems

around, but I don’t see

before standing up

for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the

you there?” I don’t mention the fact

to know when to joke

After a few seconds,

go.” I turn and

you…” The wind nearly scatters his

walk along the road to

are you from? You speak pretty good

a minority.” The man hesitates for a moment before

wonder. Which ethnic group are you from? How should I address

my side and falls silent for a

is Bai[1]. My

just a little

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

or

Ailin ignores my joke and walks

Over

a primary school

Ailin immediately turns around and follows