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Chapter #10

“E-eh, Reid? There is ap-.?”

The breath of the tall teenager, Reid, hunts down with watery red eyes in front of the figure of the girl who is now wide-eyed in shock, Leonna, finding the appearance of a figure that is most likely a source of stress and fatigue is not usually this day.

Plus, it's not over Leonna said. Reid's big fingers were already curled in Leonna's wrists. The beating heart beats like disco music, again ambushing Leonna's rationality.

He this time even, not much of a check when Reid pulled not gently and or arguably, more like the middle of dragging a rice sack— Leonna's body and took her somewhere.

“Come, we do the task of the group now.”

“What? Now then? It's still a week away, so why hurry?”

Leonna was surprised, but still remained faithful following Reid's broad steps. Although he was well aware, the meaning of the many sharp gazes was again blatantly young Stuyvesant. Especially the female sex.

So, thats. Along the way Leonna with Reid, ranging from the court to out through the magnificent gate of the school. The black, gray, even red aura continued to ring out following the object next to Reid.

Extremely contrasted from Leonna indeed, Reid the idol of the girls even continue to float a cold expression and it could be, it is also because Reid is still not aware that his fingers continue to perch sweetly. Wrapped Leonna's right wrist.

“I don't have time to procrastinate like you.”

“OK, but, where are you taking me Reid?”

Reid's stressed sentence just now, vaguely made Leonna's curiosity suddenly explode. Want to know also actually Leonna, what kind of activity makes a high school boy like Reid until he does not have time to press the pause button for a moment.

However, no matter how complicated Leonna's speculation, surely it is not far from the influence of books, novels, films, to Korean dramas that average a story of a mafia, a killer, and a killer, the young master is rich, as well as various other works that mostly smell of action, comedy, action with a little spiced romance.

“The scheme is free and because Profe Ledger is native to Spain, it would be better to talk about their culture.”

Leonna gawked out of thought with Reid's behavior even, they both just arrived and not to mention sitting down. Boro-boro had just ordered a glass of iced cold poci tea to wet their dry esophagus, but Reid had already started the discussion.

Thank goodness, the condition of the cafe courtyard is not too crowded, accompanied by a cool breeze afternoon, and, successfully dispels Lonna's frustration with the charming people in front of her and should not be immediately claimed as a good thing.

Because, Leonna's mimic today, looks so contrasted with the face of the young man who shoved his sheets of A4 paper, not to be taken.

BRACKET!

“Oh, sorry.”

The waves were quite tight, forced to knock down Leonna's daydreaming activity. He then hurriedly and super awkwardly, took a thin stack of paper from Reid's hand.

The two blue slices then flash through, skipping one or two words and completely ignoring the long rows of neat handwriting, on six sheets of pure white paper that Reid had.

“This—what are you doing all this dialogue?”

“Alright, it's decided. Tomorrow we will start practicing the tone and pronunciation.”

Reid, instead of answering Leonna's question, declares the decision unilaterally and more upsettingly in Leonna's eyes, because Reid is without morals, sontak tried to forcibly snatch a sheet of paper that had not been there for five minutes he gave freely to Leonna.

Leonna is waving clear sheets of paper, which is their skit script for next week.

However, it is not the intention of Leonna does not appreciate, let alone demean the results of Reid's efforts in producing the contents of the script. Rather, from the theme and title alone, really, ninety-nine percent is not interesting to simply glance at.

Moreover, the issue of the actual theme can still be Leonna tolerance, but for the title...

How can a farce play imply a short, bland interaction of a child moving to Spanish soil and blah blah blah, who meets, and then talks about the culture of Spain's past with a grandmother, which is in the script playing the role of the new neighbor of the child, worthy to be called a skit.

However, it is natural for writers to be a million times more stubborn than commentators. Reid with a high tone and fiery eyeballs, stood up straight from his seat while replying cynically to comments not violating Leonna's law and humanity.

“Repair? Starting from zero? Look, I don't have much free time to linger discussing this farce. So...”

There is no choice, any other opportunity. Leonna, although she knew very well, the impact could not guarantee a perfect one hundred percent positive, she still courageously cut out Reid's passionate sentence.

“Oke, I get it. But, how can we show something that does not, um, smell the value of art like this? You didn't forget, did you, Reid? Twenty percent of our final appraisals will be taken from this skit show. So, can we discuss it again another time?”

“Tsk, it's up to you!”

A cafe waitress just came to their table. But the poor waitress reflexively had to surge back, when Reid soared in anger, suddenly snapping and leaving just left Leonna who could only throw a bland smile at the cafe's butler.

“Reid! Hey, Reid Cutler?!”

...🐣🐣🐣...

The bones all over Leonna's body felt almost crushed, after Leonna had not realized before. He turned out to be able to run up to 2.1 miles just to catch up to Reid, who despite so much effort he tried, still could not catch up with Reid's black-red bicycle.

Luckily, Leonna's sanity had been fed up first and after many physical and mental difficulties, Leonna finally gave up. He then walked back to the apartment.

Sure, not really on foot. He returned by express. Bright yellow car aka taxi. Because, no matter how stubborn Leonna, her body also has a limit and if it has stuck, then it is a sign that she needs, obligated, fardu to immediately rest.

“Akh, why is that creature so annoying? But by the way, do I need to just ask Brother Leo? Who knows Leo can help.”

The towel that was wrapped around Leonna's head, he came off. Then he threw it in any place. Leonna's wiggly fingers turned to take the lucky laptop this time on the nightstand, right next to the bed.

Leonna turned on the laptop and impatiently shifted the cursor mark as soon as the laptop turned on. He then pressed a round icon with a circle in the middle of a similar camera lens. The icon—the symbol of WebCam, open. Leonna agilely, then type something and press the ‘call’ button.

The WebCam black screen soon changed to show a portrait of a teenage boy with a face so identical to Leonna. The figure then smiled widely when he saw more clearly the appearance of an unhinged caller contacting him in the early hours of the morning.

“Leonna! How are you, my sister?”

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Seriate...