PITBABE (ENGLISH VER)

CHAPTER 8 (PART 1/2)

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"Do you want to add a lot of water?"

"How much are you going to add?!"

Babe answered with an annoyed expression because the stupid kid kept asking him about everything. Even when boiling instant noodles, he had to ask how much soup he wanted. If not for the fact that he was currently having trouble doing things on his own, Babe would have gone and hit him. Who knew, it might have helped his brain work better so he wouldn't need to keep calling Babe all day like this.

Since his last competition, a week had passed since his accident. In fact, this wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this. Mistakes on the track were commonplace for a racer, so he had enough experience to survive before being roasted in the car as Charlie feared. But of course, persisting at that time would have definitely caused him harm. His right wrist was broken and his right knee sprained, which was considered quite a problem. After he received treatment, he would need another 4-6 weeks to recover and had to wear casts on both hands and knees. That meant he wouldn't be able to drive for at least the next two months.

This fact made him very upset because, within the 2 months he had to recuperate,  he wouldn't be able to compete for the rest of this season. When he heard this the first time, Babe threw a massive tantrum. It could be said that both Way and Charlie had a difficult time enduring the racer's emotions. After Way saw his condition, he went to talk to the stadium organization team and asked them to cancel the competition for now, then use that time to investigate the culprit who secretly damaged his car's system, which was the cause of his car losing control and causing the accident. However, the final result was that the stadium refused to take part in the offer because 2 months was considered too long to stop the competition due to problems with one of the cars. It made him barely able to survive and made him go berserk until the track was almost destroyed again.

To be honest, Babe still couldn't accept the fact that he wouldn't be able to compete again this season. This meant he would lose the title of King from being unable to compete. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he felt. Just the fact alone that he lost the match and was injured like this was enough to upset him, but the loss also spread to affect his performance for the season. He really wanted to grab that loser by the neck and stomp him into the ground.

"Here it is." Charlie's cheerful voice was heard along with the fragrant aroma of instant noodles that he'd wanted to eat since last night. However, last night Charlie forbade him on the grounds that eating late at night wasn't good for his health. Of course, he wasn't interested at all, so the giant boy tried hard to convince him with the promise that when he woke up, Charlie would boil it to eat first thing in the morning. In the end, he couldn't help but be impatient.

"Here!" Babe stretched out his uninjured hand towards Charlie, intending to take a bowl of noodles to eat. But the tall figure withdrew his hand and refused to hand over the bowl to him. He shook his head lightly.

"I'll feed you in a moment."

"You're starting this again!" Babe said with a bored look on his face, because ever since he got out of the hospital, Charlie wouldn't let him do anything on his own. Even when eating, he would feed him, the reason being that he was right-handed. Although, it wasn't that bad because eating with his left hand wasn't difficult. Only this kid acted like it was a big deal. "I'm not paralyzed, Charlie. I can use my left hand."

"But it's hard to eat."

"I can."

"But those are chopsticks," Charlie said with an innocent expression. "Can you use chopsticks with your left hand?"

"Give me a fork."

"Forks are hard too."

"Eh! It's you!"