The System In My Head

Time to haunt Ben

"What do you want to drink?" Inside his dorm room, Ben makes an offer to Olivia as he looks around her living room, observing everything.

"No, I'm fine, thank you." He approached his desk, put his bag on it, and took a colorful propeller hat from the top shelf, bringing it to his face.

*Sniff*

Ben blinked. 'Did he just kiss her?'

As if not finding something interesting, he returned it to its original place and continued his observation...

Seeing him peek like a TKP detective, Ben decides to ask him what he's been thinking all along. "Why do you want to come here?"

He wiped his finger along the top of his computer monitor, glancing at it to observe the level of dust. "I need an answer..."

"Answer for what?"

He turned around and looked into her eyes. "Who are you so wise when it comes to marketing?"

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He turned around and continued to check his room. "You're making me curious... My defeat in the media competition was my first handicap of the year... So, I'd like to take a look around your residence, to understand you..."

Ben raised an eyebrow. "And... Did you succeed?"

After taking her headset and taking a quick look at it, Olivia put it back down, and exhaled deeply. His expression changed; it became even more aloof, as if he and this room were now boring him, because he had already found everything he needed. "That's obvious..."

He turned to face her, putting his hands behind his back, as one side of his mouth showed the smallest upward curve. "It must have surprised your family when you decided to stay here instead of living with your uncle, but I think you should first forgive him for being a rampaging alcoholic ..."

Ben squinted his eyes. "We just talked to each other and you just got in here. How do you know all that?"

He started talking at a faster speed. "Your headset, the initials engraved on it indicate it first belonged to someone else; the gift, but not from your parents or schoolmates, the model is too old. It will come from someone much older, but someone close enough to give you such an expensive item. Since you mentioned having a cousin nearby, so most likely another relative, the most likely suspect ... is your uncle."

"But..how did you know he was an alcoholic?"

"An alleged, audible voice ... It was evident with dings and scratches all over the headset, obviously from someone who dropped it many times. To treat expensive electronics like this in this way, well, it would just be a problem. chronic drunk habit ..."

Ben slips. "Oh my God, that's amazing ..."

Olivia's proud grin grew a little wider.

Ben grimacing. "And completely wrong..."

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"What?" He blinked.

"Every word you say .. is wrong."

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"...You mean I... was...a little off the mark?" Eyebrows raised.

"Not the thing you say is accurate ..."

He swallowed. "Determine .. accurate ..."

"The headset was always mine..."

Olivia squinted. "Print and scratch ..."

"It's old because I bought it a long time ago, and the wear and tear is also mine - because it stops being angry."

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He pointed to the headset. "The art ..."

"The birthplace is JVC.it..."

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Olivia raised one eyebrow. "Interesting..." He paused for a moment, then his speed of speech accelerated once again. "Stain on your shirt cuff. That wrapping, from your breakfast, shows that you're in a hurry because of the midterm."

Ben grimaced and sighed, but he continued. "Of course, there is only time to pick up something nearby, the closest place is the dining room downstairs, where you eat.

*Sniff*I smell Chicken!

Romaino!

Olive oil!

You eat a caesar salad, but there is no cheese smell, but the university cafeteria prepares all their caesar salads with cheese unless specifically asked not to. That's why..." His eyes widened dramatically. "You're lactose intolerant!

Ben gasped as he looked at Olivia deeper... "Well." Yeah."

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Eyes twitching. "Excuse me?"

"No. I haven't even had breakfast today. This is from the class, and you were there when I got the stain. This is from my water of descent."

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Olivia's eyebrows are wrinkled. "But I cleaned it all up..."

He gritted his teeth and muttered, "It can still be considered related to milk..." Then, he narrowed his eyes. "Well, I think I want that drink..."

As Ben steps towards his mini-fridge, Ben cuts him off. "Aah! Doubt in your steps makes you go! You're limping from a rodeo injury!"

He shook his head...

"Heroin addict recovery!"

"I never used drugs ..."

"Semi-professional tap dancer!"

"Never tried it ..."

"Retired Russian spies!"

"Born and great in the US.."

"Two heirlooms!"

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Ben grimacing. "What's? Nah! You really just saw my heirloom!"

"You could have slipped one back!"

"I'm stupid!"

"Then how do you explain your steps?"

"My feet are asleep ..."

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"I understand..." Olivia's eyes became downcast.

Ben sighed. "See... Their guess is good..."

Hearing this compliment, he looked into Ben's eyes while biting his lower lip, getting louder. His jaw trembled as if trying to hold back...

He shook his head. "Please don't..."

He can't resist! "Your breathing rate at rest is about 17% slower than the national average. It shows a slower pulse, indicating a constant state of relaxation as it has been raised in an environment with many disorders that keep your body from reacting to sudden stimuli. Ergo, you grew up on a chicken farm!"

Ben's jaw is down.

"And that's where your problems start! The constant wake-up calls of the Roosters make you angry, making you develop a deep hatred towards them. So you harass them back, but then you discover their aggressive nature, and think of better tactics for revenge. That's when you start a professional chicken joint!"

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He looked at her, dumbfounded.

"That wild battle got you excited! But you are tired of losing. So you trained a rooster! You taught them the techniques and endurance of Judo! One in particular is growing strong! Strong enough to keep winning! But soon, the local competition could no longer contain you! Your rooster is growing too strong! No chicken master would accept a match with it! So what else can you do, you go somewhere else!

Your callous fingers suggest frequent computer use, which means you are most likely searching the dark web to find the best location, and where will be more suitable than the capital of the world's chicken link ... You go to Tijuana!"

Ben stopped breathing...

"From the hitch on your neck, I can see that you're flying a trainer! They serve fish and beef, but you ask for Halal food because you hear the quality is better. Even though you regretted it right away, because it was just a roll !

For the in-flight movie, they feature Crazy Rich Asians, but you instead choose to play digital chess with an old man across the aisle from you! But the aura of depression around you shows that you wish you had seen the movie! Because you lost! And losing it haunts you! To! This is! The day!"

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Olivia leaned over to pick up a piece of white fur lying on Ben's floor and raised it and looked into his eyes as he took a deep breath. "Isn't that true, Benjamin, or should I call you Cockmaster Zero?"

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"Good master ..." Ben shook his head in disbelief. "Yes!"

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"Thank you?" He showed a vulnerable expression.

"That's amazing ..." He's nodding. 'He's quite gullible...'

Then, Olivia crossed her arms and looked at him for a long time... "Did you just calm me down?"

Ben's face shriveled.then he shrugged. "Yes. That feather from my pillow..." He didn't want her to be too disappointed.

But he has moved on from that. "Aah! I know it! I saw your lies! I read your expression! That's how you do it! That's the power of deduction!"

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Ben's jaw fell again. Again, he saw it—how women should always be right.

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At least that was enough to satisfy her, when Olivia stopped with her inspection and sat on the bed, returning to her usual cold and distant attitude. Seeing this made Ben sigh in relief. "She's running out of fuel." From his experience with women, Ben knows that most people don't listen as much as they wait their turn to talk, and in this case, he's no different.

The whole time he did, he waited to do his own work... 'How can I sleep with this girl?'