"Have you heard of camp?"
"Yes, this activity was decided for the sake of relaxation after the exam"
The conversations continued, all in low voices so as not to disturb the child in the back.
"Gümm-!" The entire class fell into silence when the door suddenly opened and made a loud noise. Everyone looked behind him with a mechanical movement, accompanied by staring glances at the incoming person.
The head with the messy white hair was still buried behind his arms.
Knowing that he was asleep, the whole class relaxed and approached the person. One of them pulled the boy by the collar and dragged him out of the classroom and into the hallway. After a certain distance, suddenly surrounded by the whole class, the boy swallowed, "I didn't mean that!" said. He was out of breath and his face was red from lack of oxygen. "Exam results are out!"
When almost everyone's attention shifted to that direction, the boy quickly slipped away from their hands, freeing his collar.
A big list of writing on the board in the school hallway.
Most of the students were huddled together, checking his score anxiously.
"Ahh! Boss!"
With the sudden shout, everyone paid attention.
Looking back, his classmates were stunned, when did he wake up?
He went step by step, his eyes fixed on the board.
"Who is Hairn Karmen?" He asked, messing up the white hair with his hands.
He looked around, the crowd shuddered, scanned by keen eyes. Nobody was making a sound.
When there was no sound, he left the crowd.
The students still had not responded.
"Hairn... ?"
"...the last one?"
Every one of them trembled with fear, was that tattoo talk real?
He was the only school last one to be beaten that day in both big schools.
Realizing this, the people of the country started to try harder.
You are both humiliated and beaten. As it is not enough, you get scolded by your family when you go home. Who wants this situation? Nobody!
The result would be to work like crazy.
***
After telling the maid, "Find me a suitcase. It will be suitable for the camp," she left the room and proceeded to the kitchen.
The silence of the house felt strange while drinking water.
'My mother is in the cafe, my brother is at work, my father and grandfather are staying at work until late anyway...'
Come to think of it, now there was only Nanren and him in the whole house. Except for the maids.
He set the glass down and made his way to Nanren's room. They hadn't seen each other much since you gave him the books.
After knocking on the door, he said "I'm going in" and opened the door slightly.
The 120 or so books he had given her lay on the floor. Nanren was sitting on the pillow, aged on the bed, still reading the book with a cup of tea in his hand. Maybe he was so immersed in the book that he didn't even hear the doorbell.
The tea in his hand must have already cooled, for he did not show any signs of warmth. In fact, he had officially forgotten the glass, and the tea in it was about to spill over.
His gaze was fixed on the book, his eyes gleaming, and from the emotions he was reading on his face, he could be said to be 'quite interested'.
He sat down and raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect it to get this much attention.
There were only a few books left. Only a few books left already? It was pretty fast.
His gaze landed on her face again. His underbelly was bruised, and when he looked carefully, he saw his eyes more hazy.
Was he sleepless?
Was he that obsessed with work? Yun felt inexplicably persistent.
It was a quiet environment, so he took out the phone and decided to publish a new chapter for his fiction.
Time was passing slowly.
When Nanren finally looked up at the sound of the book closing, he was taken aback by the person he saw.
She had fallen asleep with the phone in her hand.
It was none other than Yun.
He went to the other books with the book in his hand and added this book among them.
Then, with light and silent steps, he turned towards the sleeping person. He was nervous.
Why was he nervous?
Maybe she's afraid to wake her up?
He does not know.
He crouched slowly. They were very close. His nose detected a sweet scent. Oh, he knew that. Whenever she was close to Yun, she could sense the presence of this scent. This rare and pale root was so comforting that he wanted to get even closer.
He wanted to ask, what scent do you use? perfume ? Shower gel? Shampoo?
It was unlike any scent he had ever known.
He couldn't help but feel awkward when he refocused his attention on the face. This person was so strong, so sharp, so cold that it felt like his gaze was going to kill.
So what was this submissiveness in sleep? Different from the usual look. A different feeling...
Now he was noticing something else that he realized that, unlike what seemed like an impenetrable mountain, he was now shorter than he felt.
The feeling of pressure is so great that it even affects people's views.
He is about the size of an average man. (Pretty tall for a girl)
She feels that she cannot understand him. The better he observed, the more he had this feeling.
"Yun…" she tried to wake him up. After all, it wasn't good to fall asleep like that.
"Yun…" his body shook slightly, at which Yun slightly opened his eyes.
But he turned it off again and went back to sleep.
Nanren:...
His gaze scanned the area and stopped by the jug.
There was nothing else he could do.
He approached with a glass of water at the bottom and took one last look at the sleeping person. He took a deep breath and the water hit his face!
Yun:!!!
-To be continued-