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

far down the road,

be delicious.

of food that can

stalls use the kind that were frozen for

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

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

I take in this assortment of delicacies,

nice… I rub my belly in

next second, I

control myself! What

only indulge myself once

I look up

to proper

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

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k

that

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

but I don’t see

moment before standing up and walking

when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop

you there?” I

one has to know when

expression changes. After a few seconds, he

I turn and

The wind nearly scatters

along the road to the crossroads, I

you from? You

minority.” The man hesitates for a moment

no wonder. Which ethnic group are you from? How should I address you?” I’m

side and falls silent

surname is Bai[1]. My

a nice name, just a little feminine,” I

the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already

or

joke and walks forward before

wrong. Over here.” I

a

follows me to take the right

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