Alan naturally grabbed a taxi from the front gate.
We could go there by bus, but it seemed to be a habit.
Nonetheless, the taxi was cooler than the bus packed with people my age.
A brisk breeze blew lightly. I leaned back pleasantly as my body stretched.
Outside, the scorching sun strove valiantly to hide its knowledge.
In the taxi, Alan asked.
“What would you like to eat?”
“It’s hot, so let’s eat something cool.”
“What is it?”
“Oh… Cold noodles or buckwheat noodles, or something like that.”
“Let’s eat buckwheat noodles.”
“Okay.”
I held the wallet in my pocket. I thought I needed to get the cash out as soon as I got off.
However, as soon as we arrived in the downtown area, Alan held out his card.
I put up with that for now because it’s ludicrous to argue that I pay or he pay in the taxi.
I can pay for the meal. After all, I had nowhere to spend money.
We arrived at the downtown area’s entrance.
Because our school had a tendency to take exams late, we were the only students in the downtown area.
The others are merely people who look like they’re in college.
Several students greeted Alan on the way. There were both boys and girls present.
‘Hello, 'Alan.’ ‘Hello, Brother.’ and ‘Hello, Alan.’
Alan told me not to say hello because it makes him feel embarrassed.
I chuckled at the scene, and every time I laughed, Alan asked as to what I was laughing about, so I kept my lips sealed.
We arrived at a buckwheat noodle restaurant on the corner of the downtown area.
They sold everything, including pork cutlet, rice with toppings, and sushi.
Of course, Alan ordered all of it. The table for four people to sit was full.
Alan naturally put a fork and spoon in front of me.
The food was brought out one at a time, and it didn’t take long.
I put a pork cutlet on his bowl today as well while admiring the healthy and well-eating Alan.
Alan, who had been chewing thoroughly, suddenly opened his eyes.
“…”
“Eat a lot.”
I said it kindly.
Alan sucked in strands of buckwheat noodles hanging from his lips.
I turned my attention from the sensation of being detached.
I couldn’t take it once I started paying attention.
I trembled, unlike Alan, who sits across from each other and eats well.
I had no appetite.
Clearly, the food in front of me was delicious, the air conditioner was blowing on a summer day, and the exam went well.
I have all these reasons…
“Aren’t you eating?”
I thought it was because of Alan.
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Romance"Let's slowly become adults." Jeff Thanapon, who was in school, suffered from the heat and had to leave early. He runs across Alan Hemmawich, a well-known bully in the alley on his way home. Jeff, who is afraid of him, attempts to walk pass him as i...
