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☢ CH 19 ☢

RS | 19

"IS THAT EVELYNN?"

You excitedly questioned as the said keychain jiggled against the fabric of his light teal backpack, "Those merches along with their newest gaming beta just only came out yesterday!"

"And you got Lynn already. Did they released the other champions as well? I just pray that Akali and Nasus made it in the merches." As you mirthfully ramble about your interest in the newest game release, the stranger felt a sudden interest.

An interest that both you and him have virtual likings to.

The boy, who you just met, had serious yellow bob cut hair with exceptions of his roots being black. Somehow, it reminds you of a pudding – a well–made pudding.

"You know about League of Legends?" Questioned the boy, amused.

You chuckled and leaned against the iron fences beside him, "Dude, who wouldn't know that? It's one of the biggest launch game out there. The best online battle arena against other countries."

This heart–warming conversation had unexpectedly intrigued you both, despite being strangers. His personality was something that you did not imagine a city person would have,

Considering that most of the urban residents are enthusiastic and brimmed with energy – they tend to be first in making conversations.

But urban and rural residents are still people, their personalities are just their inner and outer self, more like a representation of their social animal.

And judging by his personality, not in a negative response, but he certainly take the social attitude of a cat. His golden eyes give it away, they stared at you just how those small mammals do.

"Oh. I just noticed, you're into volleyball?" You direct to the presented shoes in his other bag, he glanced at it then you, he timidly nod.

He really acts like a cat. Well, it suits him.

"Hm. From another town, a red jersey, volleyball player and a nerd. Well, doesn't that state obvious? You're the Nekoha that Takeda planned a practice match with." You stated, bemused by the uncalled meeting with one of their players.

"Uh– Neko, Nekoma." Said the boy, reluctantly.

Feeling embarrassed, you rashly slapped both your palms on each cheeks and avert your trembling eyes elsewhere. Nothing flusters you than misspeaking a school's name, especially in front of their attenders.

"Sorry."

The boy softly shook his head, his golden orbs flicking between you and his phone, contemplating on where to focus,

"I know I'm an annoying bitch right now but can I just say that you don't seem the type to take volleyball as a serious hobby." He perked up and divert his attention from his digital gadget to you,

"You seem apathetic about it."

Your statement had completely thrown him off, seeing as you read through him just by a simple question. He hid his phone back in his pocket and decided to pay full attention on you.

"If you don't mind, what's your position?"

"Setter."

Immediately, you harshly bit your lips. To restrain the upcoming fit of snickers from the depth of your throat.

I suddenly remembered the tall asshole.

The rude and prideful teenager reeled through your mind. You just had the audacity to compared their social attitudes and quickly turned around, shaking as the thought got more ridiculous.