CHAPTER 86

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I ordered braised spicy chicken for dinner. The mildly spicy one was delicious, and there was plenty of meat.

Alan had given me all of the drumsticks and wings, so I gave him the remaining meat.

I leaned back and sat on the sofa for a long time, reading and memorizing the concept book.

It was more convenient to memorize the entire research topic I was currently reading.

Alan frantically scribbled something in front of the sofa.

It was incredible that he continued his studies while putting in so much effort.

It was nice to hear the sound of a pencil constantly hitting the table.

It was very calming as if the children fell asleep when they heard their mother’s heartbeat.

It was around this time that my body began to drowse and my consciousness began to fade.

Beep, beep, beep, beep-

I opened my eyes to the sound. My older brother said he wasn’t coming in today, and Mom and Dad also went on a trip. Who is it?

Clack, the door opened.

Soon the middle door opened.

I had to walk down a long hallway to get to the living room, so I didn’t know who was coming in.

“Ah.”

Alan got up. I rested the back of my head on the armrest and looked at the person coming in.

“Phi…”

My older brother, who had said he wouldn’t return, returned to the house later in the evening.

He was holding a bag of chicken.

I was extremely embarrassed.

It was because I was doing things with Alan while my older brother was away until a few hours ago.

Nonetheless, I tried not to make it obvious.

My older brother, who had no idea what was going on, looked at me and Alan, then placed the bag of chicken in front of him.

“Eat this."

“Thank you.”

Alan bowed his head slightly.

My older brother entered the room with a rough wave of his hands and poked his head out.

“Are you going to sleep over?”

It was ambiguous as there was no subject to whom he asked.

Alan responded softly.
“I don’t have clothes.”

“Wear mine and sleep here.”

“My clothes, I will lend you my clothes.”

I thought my older brother’s clothes would fit Alan, but I felt bad for some reason.

I got off the couch and unwrapped the chicken bag.

My older brother lowered his gaze and looked pityingly at me.

“Will your clothes fit him?”

Then he actually hit me with a fact.

After washing up, my older brother went out with two cans of beer from the refrigerator.

He placed one in front of himself and another in front of Alan.

My older brother raised his chin to motion Alan to drink when he looked at him silently.

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