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Chapter #49

Reid should feel happy and relieved. But, the frustration he had forgotten earlier, suddenly even sticking up again. He then massaged his nose quite tight.

“Whatever you say then. I'm going back to class. But, once you're done. And stop lecturing me. I couldn't possibly not have graduated either, just for not attending once or twice. So, come. You need to change, um, your clothes now.”

Links Leonna and Reid fingers that had been empty, did not take long, immediately filled back up. Reid held Leonna's hand first. He then gently pulled the little girl into the dressing room.

“I'll take my gym pants first in the locker. Also, you can use the bathroom booth of the basketball team manager at the very end of the bathroom. You can clean up straight away and let me take his pants there.”

Reid explains the lightning as soon as he and Leonna enter the dressing room. Leonna, who was given direction, without any complaints, stepped quickly into the bathroom. Reid, who was left alone in a room full of lockers, suddenly rubbed his face with super greget.

“What madness is this again?!” Racao Reid.

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Leonna suddenly remembered that day. His late grandmother never looked happy. Smile and just so friendly, only counted three times according to what he managed to catch with his own eyes. He always thought that old women of mixed Irish and Ukrainian blood just did not like him.

But it could be Leonna's assumption. Because, the day before the death of the grandmother, Yelyzaveta Milekova, it is still clear in Leonna's memory that the grandmother smiled brightly and kissed repeatedly both cheeks and forehead. He also had caught the last words spoken by his fierce elder to cry bitterly.

“Am I really tied to the thread of bad luck? But, what does it mean ‘There's Always a Savior At the End of Misial’? Is that a spell? But, wait. Rescue At the End of Misadventure, hm, sounds like Reid come to think of it.”

Leonna kept talking. She's done cleaning, um, the red stains on her underwear. The dal*m pants that Reid bought were already worn comfortably. Now, only the sweatpants that Reid promised would be a handsome guy to drop us here.

“Did I just call Reid? Is correct. Better I—” Leonna reach into her skirt pocket. However, nil. He forgot that his smart phone and sling bag he left on the long bench next to Reid. “—no? Damnit damnit! Why did I leave it there? So, what should I do now?”

Geck... Geck... Geck...

“Leonna, here I bring you sweatpants.”

Sontak Leonna breathed a sigh of relief. The tapping was joined by Reid's heavy voice just now, a great success saving him from his name ‘gundah’. He then drew a short breath and then responded to Reid's words rather squeakingly.

“Oke.”

The bathroom door opened small. Leonna's stained head and fingers then poking a little from the room with a patch ‘Special Bathroom Manager’ at the top of it.

“Thank you.” Said Leonna shy cat. Then take the sports pants that Reid is proffering.

“Ya, yes. You welcome. And then, I'll wait for you outside.”

The bathroom door was closed by Leonna. The sports pants that Reid gave her reflexes were not friendly. But, not because he who is not happy to receive clothes is too ‘ medi’ Reid. Only, the somewhat blushed face of the charming young man made his heart so beat irregularly.

“Am I going to be okay, if I wear this?” Leonna nodded doubtfully. “Smooth fragrance Reid washing soap,” The pants are made of rather thin and slightly faded color that unconsciously Leonna breathed deeply.

“Agrible. Why am I acting this way?! You're a real idiot Leonna Milekova!” Jerit Leonna shy herself.

“Lucky, there are still approximately thirty minutes before the lesson change bell reads.”

Leonna sped up her footsteps shortly after she glanced at the glance of the clock that was coiled around her wrist. Two minutes passed by as a blink of an eye. Reid's broad back had now been reached just a few meters from where he was standing. He then went back to neutralizing his heartbeat and flashed a flash of his facial expression so as not to look foolish in Reid's eyes.

“Reid.” Call Leonna.

“You're done?” Said Reid relaxed. He was a bit sleepy actually, just quietly waiting for Leonna. If only he could have really ditched today. He could definitely sleep better and fresher when working at the Smith Smiley Mart later.

“Yes. I'm done.” Leonna nodded steadily.

“OK. In that case, let's go straight back to class.” Reid stood up from his seat. He stared for a moment at Leonna from head to toe. He then involuntarily flinched slowly. “Lumayan.”

“What?” Leonna asked, not understanding.

“Nothing. Merely, my gym pants turned out to be rather great for you. But, not bad. You can be freer and safer than when wearing a skirt.”

Leonna's beautiful porcelain face turns as red as a tomato. Reid who instantly caught the adorable transformation of the girl's face in front of him, then rushed his way first. It's actually just clumsy. Don't know how good it is to respond to ‘east’ Leonna.

“This third hour my subjects chemistry on the second floor. ” Reid says suddenly.

Leonna, who had just finished processing Reid's sentence, clenched and opened her mouth several times. He wanted to respond to Reid's words. It's just, somehow his voice suddenly did not want to come out.

While Reid is his initial intention to just want to melt the frozen atmosphere around himself and Leonna. I don't know where the source is. At first glance, feeling a little annoyed was not also responded.

He who had first come out through the door of the dressing room, spontaneously stopped the step. The unprepared Leonna, inevitably hit quite hard on Reid's burly back.

“I'm sorry.” Ringis Leonna's.

“...”

Silent. Reid did not answer. While Leonna who was confused found the look on Reid's face that was suddenly so cold and somewhat—creepy, and panic was not overcast. How can he not be afraid? Reid's aura and gaze now resembled that of a comic character, ‘Kevin’ the serial killer!

“Seriously! I was completely unintentional. You just suddenly braked. So, I—”

“This third hour I have chemistry class on the third floor. How're you? The location of your classroom? Your subjects?”

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