Good Boy?

Ch6

Unknown: My name is V.

And I'm good boy.

What kind of description is that? Good boy?

Me: It's not good to stalk people...

Unknown: Don't keep such a high
opinion of yourself. I did not wish
and dream everyday to keep an eye
on you.

Me: Ouch. That hurt.

Do you randomly text people like this?

Unknown: Not interested in those
nonsense

Me: Nice...

How old are you?

Unknown: Do you randomly ask
people their age like this?

Me: 😒

I just wanted to make sure
I'm not chatting with a... Who
knows, a 6 year old kid, or an
old grandpa?

Unknown: I said, not so long ago,
that I see you at school.

Me: And I asked if you were Ji-young.

Unknown: And I replied that no
way I can be that bitch.

Me: Wait one min.

You're so quick.

Unknown: Haha.

I'm not free.

I'm surely not waiting for you.

Me: Weren't you the one who texted
me first? It's so surprising that you're
talking like this now.

Unknown: I'm like that.

Unpredictable.

Me: This does not describe a good
boy...

Unknown: I said, I'm a good boy.

Not a perfect boy.

Me: Psh. Whatever.

I'm trying to cram maths formulae
in my head.

Unknown: Good for you.

(Unknown is offline.)

I sighed. I stared at my phone, and laughed.

What a weird guy...

I switched off my phone, and tossed it on my bed and continued the cramming up of formulae.

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It was the Games period, and everyone were playing tennis, badminton or soccer.

I usually don't play these stuff, and just mind my own business, by studying even then, or just walking around.

Or, I go to silent room, take my phone, and plug in my earphones and either listen to songs, or watch some yt tutorials on cooking and stuff.