CHAPTER 8

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“It’s a food torture.”

Kenta said it as he looked into the bag.

The guys next to me booed without even listening to him.

So did I.

Alan did not force me to eat, and the amount was sufficient for guys my age to eat alone.

There were drink packs with different flavors, chewing candy, and bread, all of which were perfect for snacking in class. 

Kenta didn’t seem to like Alan, who was constantly buying me snacks.

“He’s trying to kill you by making you full.”

“Hey, really, stop saying nonsense.”

Kenta finally shook his head when I said a word.

It was unpleasant to see him nodding his head as if he had mastered everything without even knowing anything.

Without realizing it, I had a grim expression on my face as I looked at Kenta.

Kenta licked his lips and patted my shoulder.

“Hey, don’t worry. This brother will help you.”

In fact, Kenta skipped class for two hours in the afternoon and went out in front of Alan, who appeared during the break.

Alan entered through the back door, cocked his head toward kenta, who was blocking him and wrinkled his brow.

“What.”

Alan reacted like this as soon as he saw Kenta.

Kenta stretched both of his hands above his waist.

It was like a battle between David and Goliath. 

I was worried that Alan would beat Kenta.

The class was deafeningly quiet.

Kenta didn’t do anything but said with his face flushed.

“Don’t bully Jeff.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Aan was a little irritated.

Then he took away the fan of the guy who was standing around for no apparent reason.

“Lend me for a bit.”

It wasn’t borrowing but a robbery.

The fan with the information of the art school printed on it seemed small in Alan’s hand.

He flapped his hand a few times and shook it in front of Kenta.

I laughed quietly because I had been laughing at him without realizing it.

Of course, Kenta became even more enraged.

“Damn you, you fucking bastard. Don’t bully Jeff!”

“Hey.”

At that moment, Alan’s expression hardened.

His eyes turned to me over Kenta’s shoulder.

“Did he say that?”

“He, what would he do? What would he say, he has pride. How can he tell me that he was being bullied by you?”

“Then just keep your mouth shut.”

I’m so embarrassed that I can’t even live.

Be confident if you said you’d protect me.

He stuttered, lacked logic, and was simply babbling.

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