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Chapter #77

‘What does Reid intend to avenge and ask for compensation because of an unpleasant event yesterday morning? But then, how could Reid be kind enough to help me from the collision of motorcyclists at school?’

“Quick! Do you want to stand there all day?!”

Leonna stopped daydreaming. His mouth was gaping wide, deeply shocked by the anti-mainstream scene a few meters away from his standing distance. Reid looks with maximum calm already crouched on the wall without paint alias pure only in a rough cement and looks so worn again ugly, almost or could be more than three meters high.

It's unclear when and how Reid was up there. But it makes Leonna wonder, because there is not a speck of sweat that just perched let alone busy skating down from the temple Reid.

Does it make sense that this creature named Reid has superpowers? A kind of Peter Parker spider web in Marvel's fictional Spider-Man? Or more realistically, the traceur and traceuse—first generation parking practitioners? Well the point is, Leonna is really not out of thought with the Reid method can get up on the wall there.

“What are you doing?! Are you tired of living?!”

Leonna screamed anxiously. Horror once in his shadow if it had to be the only eyewitness to the ridiculous death tragedy of a twelfth grader who had to die because of falling from the roof of the wall and increasingly embarrassing, the, because in the background of his own negligence who came late to school and still forced to want to enter, although in an unusual way was not recommended for the sake of the safety of the soul and especially, for the golden reputation of their educational institutions.

“As far as you want to come or not, there is no harm if you do not come.”

“W-woah! You told me to climb this wall?! Do you think I'm a lizard demon like you?”

I don't know, what kind of thoughts are milling around behind a pile of golden strands of Leonna's hair and are so crazy, because Reid still had time to think that Leonna's behavior was adorable.

Reid suddenly took a long breath. His rationality was like being struck by lightning and increasingly abnormal when he realized his drowsiness suddenly disappeared without silence. “From and stick out your hands.”

“What?”

Leonna looked confused at Reid's long fingers and predicted, even two minutes later, Reid bent as much as possible so that Leonna would not have to breeze through to reach his fingers. But, Leonna just kept quiet. Freezing like a mannequin behind a row of clear glass fashion stores.

Both of Leonna's blue eyes widened in horror. His throat hurt after screaming a few seconds ago, because who could have thought, in just one pull and he was already on the wall, next to Reid with cold fingers tucked between the coarse epidermal layers of Reid's major palm.

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To be continue...