Chapter 2: He who was my Deskmate
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Jungkook’s voice was extremely melodious, and he was able to pronounce the words accurately despite being from the Southern part of Korea. As such, the teacher would always ask him to help record the audio required for listening comprehension for term assessment. Due to his “special position”, I started to think of some crooked ideas.
“Could you slow down your pace when you’re reading the correct answer?”
“Can’t.”
“Nobody will ever find out, and you don’t have to provide hints for every question! Just pick a few difficult ones.”
“Can’t.”
“I promise to work harder and to revise promptly next time, so please just help me this time round!”
“Can’t.”
Angered, I sniped at him, “Are you voice recorder?”
“No.”
“Do you really bear to leave me in the lurch?”
“I’m not going to help you to cheat.”
I felt extremely aggrieved, “But my mum threatened to ground me at home should I fail to perform for English in the upcoming exams.”
We had previously promised each other to go barbequing during summer break.
He lowered his head and continued reading his books, as if he hadn’t heard a single word of what I was saying.
Who knew that on the day of the exams, this person would righteously recite aloud in an extremely serious tone –
“C. Show ——- her ——- the ——- way ——- to ——- the ——-hospital ——-”
At that time, the term “Slap One’s Face” had yet to be invented.
Once, he was down with a cold which he couldn’t seem to recover from despite a long period of time. I was extremely worried and wanted to bring him medicine, but I felt shy about it. As such, the pure me thought of an extremely roundabout manner to accomplish my objectives – upon reaching home, I took a long, cold shower, and succeeded in getting a cold.
The second day, I wore a mask to class and passed him some cold medicine, while continuously stressing that I only bought the medicine for him out of “convenience”.
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