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 urge to make

far down the road, I sit back down and

order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be

can take up

the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one I

a piece of condiment-infused chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and

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

iced beverage. As I take in this

rub my belly in

the next second, I start

to control myself! What if

only indulge myself once a month—no,

a dilemma, I

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

my gaze. He turns his head and

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are you

that you got

retreating. He seems to be embroiled

I look around, but I don’t

a moment before standing up and

when the kebabs were delivered,

you there?” I

know when to joke and when

After a few

I turn and

you…” The wind nearly scatters

the road to the crossroads,

you from? You speak pretty good

man hesitates for

are you from? How should I address

walks to my side and falls silent for a moment before

Bai[1]. My name

a nice name, just

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

Lin, or

and walks forward before

That’s wrong. Over here.” I quickly

a primary

and follows

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