ALPHA UNIVERSE #2: HEAVEN

CHAPTER 8

Library.

Hyerim and Yizhuo managed to sneak in with neat wraps of burgers and peanut butter sandwiches in their bags.

Settled in one of the most special study cabins, built with thin walls and colorful doors, each air-conditioned cabin can just accommodate 4-5 people. A comfortable mat, bean bags, pillows, and a small book shelf are perfect for relaxing and sleeping rather than reading.

Both were going through some homework and books about modern literature, and their mouths were also stuffed with bread.

"I kind of like the idea of sending poems to someone you admire. You know, this generation is just surrounded by slang, written in digital alphabets."

"You must be a romantic person, Ning."

"I'm not sure I am, but I just prefer handwritten letters." The Chinese shrugged and the other chuckled.

Moreover, they just decided to spend the remaining time inside and wait for the second period.

Hyerim yawned, cracking her knuckles and shaking her hands, as her writing energy wore off for the last 30 minutes.

Dropping her head to a propped hand, she looked bored with her own free-written poem for their literature class. She sighed.

"So, what did you do?"

"Hm?"

"The poem? We're describing , aren't we?"

Hyerim shot her eyes focused on what she had done, brows knitting while her lips silently and rapidly moved through the words.

Yizhuo took note of her loud, surprised gasp and curiosity at the maximum level as she quickly crawled beside her. Hyerim rapidly grabbed the paper away, which was crinkled.

"Let me see."

"No"

"Let me see!"

Yizhuo grabbed one side, making her shriek, and pulled the paper closer to her.

"No"

"I won't judge!"

"It's really bad!"

"You never made bad poems!"

"This is the first time!"

"Hyeriiimmm~" the Chinese whined. "Promise, I won't judge!"

"Really?"

"Yes!" Yizhuo let go of the paper and sat pouting, throwing serious gazes.

Gulping, Hyerim slowly handed the all-crinkled paper, sending crying eyes to her friend.

"How bad is it really?" sighing, the Chinese opened the now crumpled paper. "Uhh, what did you describe?"

"Umm, you don't know?"

Yizhuo shrugged and kept understanding the words, and soon gasped.