Pan POV
Back to the Auditorium.....
The spectators were just chatting indistinctly. Mr. Speaker is staring at me. His eyes were small but the pupils are clearly dark or hazel and they are glaring in contempt and spite, with a flash of frowning resentment. His brows contracted and they wrinkled. The top of his nose bridge obviously folded forming vertical lines in between his brows. He is furious at me. Then I spotted the difference which I could say an anatomically imperfect but physically distinct and attractive-- his dimples.
The lady Professor called my attention.
"What year are you in your History course, young man" her tone is sweet and calm. I can tell her expression is amazed, a real contrast to the other person's expression on the stage.
"I am not a History major Professor. First year... And I am into Psychology." I answered.
"Might consider transferring to our Department....it's not too late!"
"I am a transferee here, but I don't have plans to change my major...."
"Perhaps minoring is a good option. You'd be an invaluable part of the department...." She tried to negotiate.
"I don't think so, Ma'am. I only know about this topic because my grandfather talked a lot about this. I am not good at other aspects. Nevertheless, thanks for the compliment. I'll leave it to my brother and maybe to him." I pointed Mr. Speaker.
The open discussion did not end as expected. Other students did not have the chance to discuss their thing. Mr. Speaker, without traces, is gone. The rest of the students left the place. Only the Professors were there to deliberate. They are having a very serious discussion. I did not hear them. I am not interested, anyway. I stroll a little to cool myself. I guess, I talked a lot.
I waited for around thirty minutes for my brother to finish his discussion with the other Professors.
Nee rushed to catch up. He flung his arms around my shoulders.
"Ha...ha...ha...very sweet Nee...Stop it!!!"😤
His face turned sour.
"You smell sweaty..." while sniffing my uniform. I tried to push him away by my strength won't compare to his. So, he was teasing me as we exit the university gate.
I think everybody knows that this twinky, pubic-haired Professor is my bother. I told my friends I have a brother in the History Department. Not to mention, they notice that his eyes are a carbon copy of mine. The only difference, actually there are many differences, is our complexion, I think. Nee has been living in this city for a while so he's been showering chlorinated water which according to PP is a skin whitening.
He keeps on teasing me about my color and my scar on my head. This scar was quite memorable. My playing of Card Captor Sakura with PP caused me to have this mark until today. Nee tells me that my scar looks like a map.
"Where's the MAP?...where's the MAP?".😆
Of course, Nee has this name-calling that I fire to him whenever he bullies me. This neither makes him mad nor does make him stop from poking fun at my scar.
"Cut it off Pubs-haired Professor. Cover it"...🤢
His hair, dark curly hair, earned him the name "Professor Pubes or Professor Pubic". Thanks to my creative mind. I have a cute label for my brother. His hair isn't actually like pubic hairs though. It's like armpit hairs. I exaggerated the things about his hair sometimes.
"🤣"
Nee laughs out loud as we walk through the sidewalk. So he could stop bullying my head, I asked him something.
"I guessed I messed up with the guy in the discussion...?"
"No. I don't think so."
"That puts my response at ease..."
"And yes I think so..." He changes his mind.
"That made me feel guilty."
"Don't have to, 'cause you'd feel guilty and regret when you know he will be in the news the next morning because he hangs himself in the stalk of spring onions..."
"Huh 😶😲..."
He burst out laughing again...and it is deafening like speakers in the disco.
"Spring Onions? Oh please, Nee don't let me think I made his chances gone with the bubbles? OMG, I screwed up a student's future and success. He would be rejected and this is depressing and unforgivable and suicidal and unacceptable....😬. He would stop college and become a dropout, a juvenile delinquent, a wanted criminal, a moron who will be diagnosed with psychotic disorder..."😬
"That's exaggerated and underrated...Your imagination is out-of-tune again...!! You seem not to understand my joke. I learned it from my student."
At first, I did not comprehend it, but I realized hanging on a stalk of spring onions won't kill you even if you hang yourself with a bunch of it. You'll just smell fried rice instead.
"So does that mean my interruption wouldn't crush his application?"
"Presumably...Yes."
"So it can also mean the other way?"
I felt like I pushed someone to a hole. Losing the watch really put me to soooo muchhhh stress and now I indirectly made someone's opportunity to drop into zero. Another pain in the neck! Guilt strikes!
"That was an open discussion, that would literally mean that everybody is allowed to speak. He claimed Napoléon Bonaparte is an oppressor and I refuted saying said he was not."
"You should stop worrying. Don't worry. This is part of the selection process. The student is very eloquent. I like his confidence..." Nee praised his performance. "About the student...He is intelligent. We reviewed his credentials before it and he was absolutely brilliant. Don't have to be bothered about it. Your point of view is taken as a separate guideline. He is on the Negative. You are the Affirmative. Additionally, he is just giving his standpoint and regardless of YOUR REHEARSED argument, his chances are high because if you remember, that's a real discussion!
".. 😒.."
"His point, on the other hand, awakens your curiosity to give your opinion and as historians.....bla..bla...bla...," When Nee starts to say 'as historians...' I should prepare myself because it is going to be a lecture-long talk.
"That's not a REHEARSED argument...It's impromptu..." 🙄
"You released me, to be honest...Besides I expected you to do that way. You're impulsive sometimes. I purposely picked that topic for you...."
".. 😒.." My very supportive brother framed this all.
"Do you think he's handsome?" Nee asked out of the blue.
"OMG, Nee likes Mr. Speaker!!!!!" 😍
"No.....no that's for you....D'you think?"
"..🙄.." I denied it.
"I know you Andreas...You glanced at him. I am your brother. I know you head to toe." 😒
I have this built-in detector in my brain that's so sensitive to sight. It is like a bell that rings whenever I see the personification of the word 'handsome'. Truly, Nee is very keen and he accepts me of who I am. But I don't know how he will react if I will enter relationships. I know jokes are different from reality.