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

watching this guy walk far down the road,

to say that meat kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to

can take up the challenge. In my heart,

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

chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste

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

in this assortment of delicacies,

nice… I rub

second, I

control myself! What if I get

the near future, I can only indulge myself

dilemma, I look up and see

to proper nightlife. He has two bright

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

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k

me that you

by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating.

around, but I

a moment before standing up and

were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop

take you there?” I don’t mention

to know

changes. After a few seconds,

I turn and

wind nearly scatters

road

country are you from? You

man hesitates for

no wonder. Which ethnic group are you from?

and falls silent for

Bai[1]. My name

a nice name, just

honest, a superficial joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in

or Lyn

ignores my joke and walks forward

Over here.” I quickly

a

immediately turns around and follows me to

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