Hunters And White Lotus
chapter 2's
Resting hours.
"Alan!!" a girl from the middle of the group called Alan. The owner of the name turned his head, then smiled kindly.
"Yes." Yeah." He smiled, making the horde of girls squeak.
"What country do you come from if you know." The girl asked doubtfully.
"Russia, why?" Alan answered.
"Ah I just want to know.em already yes." The girl immediately went into her group, again whispering indistinctly, no matter what their purpose.
Alan walked up to Radit's desk, and sat down in Radit's chair. The owner of the chair who was playing a mobile phone in Isabella's chair turned around for a while, then returned to play the phone.
"Hi, if it's not Radit's wrong?" Alan opened the conversation.
"Yup, what's up?" Radit answered him but his brown iris could not be separated from the mobile phone in the gangaman.
"What about the group work?" Alan asked.
"We'll do it at my house. Just relax." Radit replied, in the meantime
Alan knocked on the table. The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.
"Why? You don't know where my house is?" Radit asked breaking off.
"You're jelly too." Alan praised, Radit just shrugged.
"Will I share the map to my house on whats-pap, uh wait for you to have my number?" Radith asked.
"Died to take it in the group, right?
What's your name?" Alan took his phone in his uniform pocket.
"Onee-san."
Alan nodded and then after looking for the name'onee-san', he stood up and said goodbye to Radit, the teenager stepped out of class. Unfortunately, from the corridor, Isabella darted into the classroom. Unwanted blows occur at the mouth of the door.
"I'm sorry-sorry." Isabella walked backwards and stroked her head which hit Alan's chest. Don't ask why Isabella, a teenage girl with European-Asian blood, has a hyper-active nature.
"It's okay." Alan said coldly.
Isabella looked up and looked at the tall guy. Alan's dark orange irises panned coldly, his facial expression probably flat but Isabella knew Alan didn't like it. Isabella gulped, she had never felt this kind of pressure.
"I'm sorry, bye." And at once he smiled warmly and walked through Isabella. Isabella briefly glared at the boy's back, before finally walking towards his desk.
In Radit's apartment, dining room.
"Dit," Isabella looked up. He was sitting in a chair with a lazy position, his blood-red irises looking up at the ceiling.
"What?" Radit who was sitting opposite him answered him.
"What do you think I'm like?"
UHUK!
And simultaneously Radit choked while drinking coca horn, then laughed out loud. Isabella frowned, not understanding the phenomenon that occurred.
"You don't change people, from the last three years you've been so-so." Reply Radit.
"I didn't ask you about development, Radit." Isabella sighed.
"You love to eat, you are lazy, you are noisy, you are crybaby"
"Please don't insult me." Isabella cut off Radit's conversation cynically, and it made a smile on Radit's face.
"You're a good-natured person, fun. And most importantly you are my only friend." Radit paused for a moment.
"Then?" Isabella raised her eyebrows.
"Then, that means you're worth more than a diamond." Radit smiles.
"There's still something more expensive than diamonds." Isabella said mockingly.
"S FAT Parable!!" Radit puts emphasis on the last word.
"I'm not fat I know slim!!" Isabella immediately shouted and stood up to prove her words.
"Yes-yes." Radit nodded while laughing satisfied. Unaccepting at the taunts, Isabella bumps Radit with a tissue box in front of her, then he skirts out at full speed.
"Thank you for considering me valuable!!" He shouted that at the same time as he closed the apartment door.
Radit only smiled faintly, looking at the tissue box that was thrown earlier.
"Sick to know!!!" He exclaimed in annoyance and threw him in any place.
Meanwhile in the hallway of the apartment, Isabella was hobbling, tears streaming down her face.
