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

guy walk far down the road, I sit

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

type of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s better than pork

for god knows how long. As for the one I

mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening

bad. It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food

iced beverage. As I take in

nice… I rub my

I start to

have to control myself!

the near future, I can only indulge myself once a month—no, once a

I’m in a dilemma, I look up and

that isn’t suited to proper

my gaze. He turns his head and casts his

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are you

me that

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

look around, but I don’t see any

a moment before standing

the kebabs were delivered, so the

there?” I don’t mention the fact that

has to know when

a few seconds, he

go.” I turn and

The wind nearly scatters his voice

walk along the road to

you from? You speak

The man hesitates for a

wonder. Which ethnic group are you

side and falls silent for a moment before

surname is Bai[1].

just a little

be honest, a superficial joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart.

or Lyn

joke and walks

wrong. Over here.”

are a

turns around and follows me to

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