Lately, It's Winter Season.

Chapter 15 - Excellent Calcium.

 

I scanned my eyes and repeatedly read the letters in the green text box—the same sentence with the word "worried" that was sent about half an hour ago. I moved my hand to press the screenshot button again. Now, in my mobile photo album, there are thirteen identical photos.

 

'I'm worried. I thought you were going to cry somewhere else...

 

How worried are you? To the point of anxiety that I'm gone? This means that I'm important to the cold, too, right? Because if not, there's no need to worry.

 

Important...I'm an important person in the cold months, life.

 

But if you look at it from another angle, Nao is the only one who knows my weak side. It may seem that I am so weak that I have to worry. If so, I will become a man who looks unreliable. In his eyes, I'm not a cool man.

 

"Sigh," I accidentally sighed helplessly. I want to be cool. I want to be cool in the cold eyes. When I look at him, I want his eyes to sparkle, like Wow, why does Tiger look so dependent? But to cut the image to reality, I still cry and lean on the shoulder of the cold. Tears on his shirt again. It must be comforting. And not just once.

 

... Well, it's not cool.

"Sigh"

 

One thing I'm starting to wonder is how important I am to the cold. In fact, Cold is a person who cares about the people around him. This is one of the points that I also appreciate about him. If other friends cry, they will hug and comfort them, saying they trust them in the same way.

 

.... In my heart, I have already answered that yes, almost eighty per cent of people who care about others are good. But can't you only care about me? How good is it that it is as important as others? If they are all equally important.

 

It's not important!

Ahhh! No!!

 

I shouted in my heart, even though my face was still normal. After a while, I saw Jab take the homework book the teacher had finished checking and chase back. I couldn't wait to glance at it.

 

If he's a dick

.. It's Cold, you have to care for sure.

 

Well, of course. They've known each other since high school. I'm just a person who came later. Yes, I'm just a person who has known Nao for two months. How can I go to fight someone I've known for a year? I go to practice at the boxing camp every Sunday. We're very close.

 

"What's wrong with you? You can look at me." Jab frowned, looking at me suspiciously.

 

"No," I replied, diverting my eyes and turning in the other direction to show that I did not care.

 

"You're good, aren't you?" I said, walking backwards.

"Talk to me?"

 

"Isn't it good?" I said softly, looking up at the person standing with unfriendly eyes. That made the person who was looking even more confused. "It's really good."

 

"What the fuck?"

"No"

 

"Field, what's wrong with your man?" He gave up on asking me over my head to ask Field, sitting next to me, instead. Field shook his head and shrugged his shoulders gently.

 

"I don't know. He likes to act like this."

 

"Eh," Jab replied, without paying attention to anything, and then walked away to put the book in the back row.

 

Today is the day I'm obsessed with myself. I keep thinking that I'm important or not important to the cold. Of course, there's no way to get an answer. I realise that it's the last period. Today is Friday, and school usually ends early. The whole football club stopped practising because it rained last night, so that we couldn't use the field.

 

"Suea, I'm going to go to the game store. Are you coming?" Mick asked immediately after the class ended. 

"Game store?"

"Eh"

 

"You can go", I said. If I  play the game, I'll stop thinking. I can be delusional. 

 

When I think that I may not be important, I secretly feel like it. But when I comfort myself that I have to be important, I am very close to them. Plus, I have been sleeping at home for almost two months, eating, and doing things together. It means that we must be closer to and more important than others. When I think of that, my heart swells up.

 

And today, I still can't find the answer to go back to the cold house. At first, I thought I had to go for sure because I saw the word, and I was seriously worried about it. But thinking about it, it's secretly. What are you concerned about? If it's crying, you'll say you're worried about it too. Another thing is that I can't be realistic in front of him.

 

"Well, I have to run, something to do first," I thought as I just realised.

"What the hell?"

 

"I'll follow you to the back," I replied before rushing out of the school gate and riding a motorcycle quite far from the school to an abandoned gas station that was said to be the source of the gang. Thugs from another school are gangsters who came to see the cold that day.

 

As soon as the ride arrived, they heard the sound of my bike and glanced at it with one eye. The three people in it came out to welcome me with an unfriendly attitude. I parked the bike and walked in. At the third moment, I was about to ask. I punched his face so hard that he fainted.

 

"What the hell!" The loud noise of others sounded, followed by the sound of chaos for several minutes, until it calmed down. From the sound of the clash, it turned into an annoying, moaning cry from the person lying on the floor. I looked for the boss. I saw that he was lying face down the other way. Brushed off the dust that dirtied his shirt a little and walked in. I pull the hair to make him look up.  

 

"Don't mess with the cold month again, okay?" I spoke in a smooth voice, reflecting the mood that was in my heart. He nodded vigorously; his face was full of bruises and blood. "I asked if you understand?"

 

"Ah... Ugh, Ugh, I got it." The hoarse voice replied.

"Tell your boyfriend, too." I left it at the end before I glanced at him. What have I done? Hurry up and deal with it first. It's better than waiting for them to come back to find trouble again. If they come to the cold next time when I'm not with him, it will be bad.

 

I opened the door and walked into the game store. I swept my eyes to look for Mick and Field, but I saw someone sitting at the table in the middle of the store with a smiling face, talking to another friend happily. Suddenly, I felt low-minded again.

 

Cold... Are you happy when you're with others, right? His Smile is so cute. Everyone can see it all over.

 

I walked the other way to sit with Field and Mick, leaning against the back of the chair, exhausted. It was like the two of them would say something, but it didn't get into my ears. I pick up the store's headphones, put them on, and open the game.

 

"Tiger, what the hell are you playing?"

 

Field's scolding voice penetrated through the headphones. I pretended not to care until I couldn't stand it, so I took out my headphones.

 

"This motherfucker is so strong!"

"What is this damn condition?"

 

"I'm sad"

"Huh?"

 

"Sad"

"What's sad? You were good before."

 

"It's a secret first," the voice is soft. I can't help but glance at the cold month laughing with others. He didn't even look this way.

 

"Are you back? Wait, it's not the end of the world, my friend!"

"I'm going back"

 

"Play to the end of the eye first!"

 

"I'm sad, but you forced me to play the game", I shouted in a low voice. Don't you think about my mind at all? "You're so fucking."

"Wow! If you're sad, please let me know. Play first. I'll listen to you."

 

"Listen to it, it's just-" I didn't finish speaking. Field took my hand and placed it on the table, forcing me to continue playing. On a sad day, there were still friends who pushed me to exert myself. The beast played until the end. The eyes were about to get up. Suddenly, someone nudged from behind. I turned to look irritably, but found that it was a cold month. I accidentally cried out in shock.

 

"Fuck!"

 

"Chu!" Nao raised his hand to cover my mouth. The warmth of the hand made the heart almost stop beating. "What the hell are you crying loudly?" Then he took his hand off.

 

"In conclusion, are you coming back today?"

 

 I didn't answer, but I replied anyway without realising it, thinking to myself that I would go. Why are you asking?

 

"What the hell?"

"No, why did you ask me?"

 

"Oh, I'm asking."

"Then why do you ask?"

 

"How will you know?"

 

"I won't go back. Let's invite your other friends." I said sarcastically. Realising again, I felt that I wanted to get my own mouth up. Cold frowned and made a face that I didn't understand.

 

"Find? Invite someone"

 

"I don't know," I replied, stood up and looked down. The other party, a little bit, "Let's go"

 

"Oh"

 

I walked out of the store amidst the confusion of the cold month. When I came to the parking lot, I shouted to myself in my heart, 'What the hell did I do?'

 

Why are you going to be sarcastic? It's cold; he knows nothing. Ta... But how can I tell you! Well, this is a small-hearted person!

 

At first, I intended to ride a bike like I used to, but after thinking about it, I wasn't in the mood to do that, so I decided to go back and wait in Field's room. Halfway through the ride, I realised that I didn't have a room key. I went back to get it. I couldn't help but sigh at my absent-mindedness, unlocked the room, and walked to the bed.

 

I pull the blanket and wrap myself like sushi, curling up and bending my knees, but of course, I still can't sleep. I just keep thinking about him.  I felt it again, and there was a sound of opening the door. I didn't turn to look at it. I just heard it. Mick and Field are talking.

 

"What the fuck?" The voice of Field, along with the sound of footsteps walking near, he pulled my blanket off. "What are you doing?"

 

I didn't answer. I was still lying still until Field exerted more.

 

"Oh," I cried out when I tore off my clothes so hard that I rolled down to the floor.

 

"How can you make sushi like this?" I couldn't help but shout. Two people looked at me and giggled loudly. I didn't care.

 

"Sad?"

 

"Yeah," I replied with a soft voice in my throat, with my back to them.

"Let's eat to relieve sadness"

 

"Did you buy alcohol?"

"Bought milk"

 

I turned around and looked sadly. I saw Mick and Field sitting on the floor beside the bed and helping each other take milk out of the bag. They really bought milk and only bought milk. "This is the milk to relieve sadness."

 

"What kind of liquor are you going to make fun of? Let's get old before you get old." It's not like piercing the milk tube and handing it to you. I took it and drank it while still lying on my side, watching them.

 

"Did you buy only milk?" I complained. "Don't you have any juice or other water, Soft drinks like this?"

 

"Milk has calcium," Field said after sucking all the milk from the box.

 

"Eh," I answered without paying much attention. Field likes to drink milk when he's sad. I'm very sad, I drink a lot. The reason milk is so beneficial is that it contains calcium, which is essential for our health. I know it's useful, but I'm unsure if it also helps alleviate sadness.

 

"Calcium helps repair worn parts, even the heart."

 

"Really?" Mick asked even though his mouth was still holding a straw. "I thought that it was just a bone repair."

 

"Don't be suspicious too much," Field said. Cut the script and handed Mick another box of milk. I counted the total number of boxes they bought.

 

"It's still out of that box," he turned to ask me. I sucked out of the box and handed it over to get a new box. "Well, a lot of irony, I'll be sad."

 

"Well, what's wrong with you?" Mick asked. "I rarely see you sad. Most of the time, it's Field who is often heartbroken. I'm so tall that I'm so tall."

 

"This tall, doesn't sound good at all." Field shook his head lightly. "In conclusion, how sad is it? When I was at the game store, you behaved strangely, the cold Person asked.  I'm so confused."

 

"... Really?" I put the empty milk carton on the floor, sighing. Putting my head on the pillow. "Did you tell him anything?"

 

"Well, I said you were sad."

"Huh?"

 

"Why? You said you were sad, so I told him that."

"You told him that I'm sad, uh?"

 

"Yes," Field shook his head in a daze, probably suspecting that I was acting shocked.

 

Why "or I shouldn't tell him?"

"No, no," I answered almost in time. It's good to know that I'm sad. In case he turns to pay attention to me.

 

... But wait, if he knows that I'm sad, why doesn't he see it? Text or call to ask. It may be sent but not notified. I took out my phone to double-check. Instead, I found that there was no incoming call or chat at all. Causing me to sigh out loud accidentally.  Are you so mean, are you so cruel?

 

"Did you tell him?" I asked again. Field nodded instead of answering.

"What the hell?" he complained to himself, and he was highly displeased.

 

"Why? Can you tell me how sad he is?"

 

"You guys," I called softly as I stepped down to sit on the floor next to them.

 

 "Don't tell anyone about this."

 

"Ah ha," the two of them shook their heads, but they didn't care much, as if they thought in their minds that it wouldn't be a big deal. But my next sentence made them almost choke.

 

"I think I like the cold month."

"Huh", Mick coughed out because of choking. It hit his chest gently. Field frowned and made a face as if he couldn't believe what he heard. "Again"

 

"Well, as I heard."

 

"It's cold, not the north?" Mick asked repeatedly. I nodded instead of answering. He made a blank face for a while before sighing. "Ah, hmm. Why the hell?"

 

"Why is it?"

"Why do you like him? I want to know."

 

"It's hard to explain. I just know I like him." I replied evasively because I didn't want to tell all the details. "This is what I'm going to tell you guys. I don't know what to do next."

 

"Ah," Field nodded in a way that he understood.

 

"Ah, what the hell? At first, I thought you knew since morning that he was wearing my shirt. I was so disappointed." I couldn't help complaining. Initially, I made an effort to prepare myself. I didn't know how stupid I was at that time.

 

"Ku teases"  Field about the serious face. I'm shaking my head a lot.

I didn't believe it. "I really just teased you. At first, I was already suspicious."

 

"It's not in time for the field"

"To be honest," he repeated.

 

"Ah, believe me," I said while shaking my head. "And you guys said Do I have a chance?"

 

"With the cold guy?" Field asked, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, and looking at him. "I don't know. What do you think? You're with him almost all the time?"

 

"I don't know," I said softly, wrapping my shoulders down without realising it, "I'm with him. Like a friend all the time."

 

"But it didn't look.. What the hell is he calling him?" Mick said. And at the same time, he rubbed his chin with his hand, trying to think. "Isn't it rare? It's as if I hadn't blocked it. Or is it because it's good-natured? It makes me think like this."

 

"It's true," Field nodded in agreement.

"Is that so?"

 

"So why are you going to be sad first?" Field asked. "Don't tell me that you're sad. Because you've been rejected."

 

"No," I shook my head.

"So what's sad about?"

 

I pursed my mouth slightly. I don't want to say it directly—that little heart.

 

"Come on, Tiger, tell me."

 

"We won't tell anyone. Seriously, we can help each other solve the problem." Field began to surround me. That made me feel weak. I already intended to consult these two. Otherwise, I would have no way to know what to do next. Therefore, I should express everything I think and feel, because I don't want to stay in this place forever.

 

"Don't tease me, don't laugh."

"Why are you kidding me? My friend is sad," Mick said with a sincere look.

 

I let out a sigh again to prepare my mind before saying it.

"I'm a little worried."

 

"About ?"

"He doesn't care about me."

 

"How"

"Shift... Well, he's smiling with others," I said in a soft voice, shyly.

 

I bow my head a little without realising it.

"... Huh?" Field raised his eyebrows in great surprise at my demeanour.

 

"It's not strange, isn't it? He's with friends. Usually, he's always smiling.

 

It's like a drug." Otherwise, Field thinks the same.

 

"It's that you've been soaking up since the evening because you're not happy."

 

"Ugh"

 

The two didn't say anything, just frowned and looked at each other for a while. Field was the one who spoke up first. "Is this all?"

 

"What's this? There's more."

"Ah, I'm here."

 

"When I think I'm not important to him, I feel bad."

"Why do you think so?" Mick asked.

 

"I'm probably just a friend in his eyes."

"How do you know?"

 

"I don't know, I'll be little-hearted first."

 

"What the hell?" Field burst out laughing loudly. I turned to look at the hammer. Who said he wouldn't laugh? "What's wrong? Hey, my friend has a corner like this."

 

"Well, you bastard, I've lost my heart. I just realised that you like someone you like, and it will be like this." No, with a smile on his face, as if he were a little excited.

 

"Yes, you have to do this first. You have to take it slowly. Don't expect too much. Don't think that you like it, and it must like you immediately. As you said, you've always been friends. It's not wrong to see you as a friend." Field tried to explain. I listened carefully. "Don't have to be a boyfriend, and it doesn't care about you. How much does this friend care?"

 

"Field, don't say that. It's more dishevelled than before," Mick said with a hottering voice when he saw that I was more embarrassed. I leaned back against the edge of the bed vigorously.

 

"Oh, tell the truth. Listen to the heartbreak zone like me, little boy. People are not always fulfilled." Field patted me on the shoulder gently. "But now you haven't been fulfilled because it's cold, I don't know yet."

 

"It's true, as Field said, you can't be heartless. You'll dodge and dodge. It's so cold like this until you break up with each other?"

 

"No," I shook my head slightly. "But I want him to like me."

 

"By being small and hiding yourself away?" Field asked. That question made my hair whiter than before. "In addition to not liking you back, he may be confused about what the hell you are."

 

"Ugh," I nodded that I understood. I couldn't help but sigh. In fact, I realised that I shouldn't act like this. I shouldn't talk sarcastically.

 

"You bend your mind, you have to heal by yourself. As I said, he's not your boyfriend"

 

"Ugh"

"Ask what you want to do with it better"

 

"What do you want to do?"

 

"Well, what do you want to do? Do you want to ignore him?"

"No," I shook my head. "I don't want to ignore him. I want to be with him."

 

"Well, if you want to stay with me, just stay."

... But"

 

"Don't be a child, don't you?" Field reached out and shook his shoulder until my body swayed back and forth. "It's serious, it's not a matter at all. Even if you're dating, he's like a friend. Just going to be with a friend, it's heartless. This is already within the scope of"

 

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Eh"

 

"Field", I dragged a long voice and began to bend unconsciously until the right person. It's not right to behave.

 

"What the hell are you bending?" Then Field turned to ask Mick instead, "Mick, are you going to be annoyed if you're with a friend and your girlfriend is like this?"

 

"If a close friend is like this... "Hey," Mick sighed. "You're jealous of him and his friends who have been together all the time, Tiger, like being jealous of me and field. It's not a mess. That way, the cold doesn't have any friends anymore."

 

"Well, you don't have to have it," I said wilfully. "Just me is enough."

 

"Stubborn, be careful, cold, don't like it, eh, or he doesn't like you anyway?" Field raised a smile at the corner of his mouth until I wanted to punch him in the mouth for once. Words like this are familiar, like I used to tease, right? "It's a little difficult to be friends."

 

"Hey, what about you? I'm not even a friend," I sneered back. The other party was immediately stunned.

 

"It's better than the person who is going to be friends forever. Really? It's gone by itself, my friend."

 

"People who only talk to him once a day when ordering rice have no right to say good or bad. I talked to his twin instead."

 

"Are the two losers overlapping each other? I'm not sure how it sounds, but I find it somewhat pathetic. Both of you are not good," Mick sighed while saying.

 

"Is Ming gone?"

 

"Well, it's Field. I'm looking for me." I shouted discontentedly. "Sigh. So what should I do next?"

 

"It's hard," Field sighed. "Well, we don't know what he thinks. I can't ask. As far as I think, there are many possibilities. One is cold, he likes you too, but he doesn't dare to tell. This one is hard to guess if it doesn't express itself. Second, if it's cold, he knows. He may open up to you."

 

"Three, Nao knows and doesn't like you. I think it's good to be friends. Four, Nao doesn't like you. When he finds out, he will cut you out of his life."

 

"... Shit, I cursed in a low, discouraged voice. From what I heard, the first and the second are the best because they fulfil. The third and fourth parts are so scary.

 

"I don't think Nao should be that mean," Mick said in his own opinion. "It shouldn't be the fourth. The worst is the third. It's good to be friends."

 

"Is it good?" I shrank my shoulders. "But I don't want to be friends. I'll be friends with people I want to meet, talk to, take care of, and be important to. How can I aspire to be an important person like him? Friends are not like this?"

 

"But it should be better than cutting. That way, you will lose the cold.

 

"But if we continue to be friends, Suea has to endure seeing Nao love someone else," Field said back. "Another thing, if Nao knows that Suea likes the two of them, can it be the same? At least, Nao must be worried about what Tiger will think. Will he make up his mind? Will it hurt when you see him with someone else? Does he like other people, and can he date them?  Will it make  Tiger hurt?"

 

"Well, it's true," Mick nodded as he had just realised. At the same time, he looked discouraged for me as well. "If that's the case, it would be uncomfortable for both the cold and Tiger."

 

"Sigh, liking friends is like this." Field touched my shoulder gently to comfort me after seeing me come back with a look of soaking again. Well...

 

Hearing this, how can you not be stressed? Plus, everything they said is true —that there is a chance it is possible. In the end, it won't end just because he likes or dislikes me, because our friendship makes everything more complicated.

 

"... But I really like him."

"It's so heavy," Mick said lightly. "Why don't we think it's cold? I like the Tiger."

 

"Well, it's true. We're already pessimistic." Field said in agreement. The look is more enthusiastic. "Even if you've never liked anyone since you were born, you are still shaken, let alone the cold one. He may be shaken, no different from you."

 

"Is that so?"

"I'm not sure, Niamic." Field turned to the United Front. Mick nodded.

 

"One and two"

"One is that he likes me too, but he doesn't dare to tell me?" I asked again.

 

"Like me now"

 

"I'm not sure. Or, if he doesn't like you now, he may come to like you in the future. No, I don't like it, but I open my heart to flirt with you."

 

"So how can I know?"

"If you're unsure, just ask."

 

"It's bad."

 

"Wait," Mick raised his hand while asking for time off. "Now the cold guy knows.Do you like it?"

 

"... Huh?" I frowned and looked at it in surprise. "Now?"

"Did you show it out?"

 

"... Uh," I'm still. "It's quite cool, but it's cold. I'm not interested. What are you wondering?"

 

"Or does Nao know but pretends not to know?" Mick narrowed his eyes and began to guess.

 

"Maybe it's embarrassing."

 

"Or maybe it's because he doesn't like me," I said in a soft voice, raising my hand to rub my head. "I shouldn't have said it. Sigh, everything that has been said sounds like it's possible."

 

"It's okay, I guess. The cold one is looking at it." Field rubbed his chin.

 

Like thinking "How much is it? Ask first"

 

"Do you recognise my Chinese boxing?"

 

"I remember, I'm so pathetic. I don't know what the hell I'm doing on the side of the road."

 

"Well, I can't let the cold get hit by the body at all. It's like a shock fire. My body goes faster than I thought. Dodge automatically. When I accidentally dodge it, I immediately do a Chinese boxing dance. Do you think it's smooth?"

 

"Field can't even say anything." Well, but at that time, he was cold. I am not sceptical about anything.

 

"What the hell?"

 

"Well, he was so smooth. Is it good that Nao is naive? But it's not good. That if you don't tell them directly or express yourself clearly, they won't know."

 

"What's the name? It's so cute." I said, according to the idea. It's cold like this. And he's so cute.

 

"Do you want Nao to know that you like him?"

 

"... "Wow," I was silent for a while to take some time to reflect. When I thought well, I said, "I want him to think like me. However, I'm not sure if it's possible. I feel like our relationship now depends on me whether to say it or not."

 

"If I say it, no matter what, it's not the same. Until then, I have to make sure that the cold will think the same thing so as not to lose him. But that's it. I don't know if it's possible or not."

 

"Don't think negatively. As I said, it's uncertain." Mick, try to comfort me.

 

"But if you don't tell him, you have to be patient to see if Nao will love someone else."

 

I have a feeling of pain in my chest when I think about that image. Field picked up another box of milk for me. I took it. Ready to look at the milk carton in your hand in a daze.

 

"Ah, drink calcium to be great"

 

"Well, but Cold said that he doesn't want anyone yet." I just realised. "It means I don't have to bear to see him dating someone else soon. Hey"

 

"Yes, that's good, but it's cold, he won't be single for the rest of my life. One day he will have to love."

 

I sigh. I have a headache.

 

"I don't think you have to be in a hurry", or "When it's cold, there's still no one. You probably don't want to tell him now. You can think about it slowly. Don't worry or think pessimistically. Now Nao is a friend first."

 

"Well, that's fine," I agreed. "Nao can be a friend first."

 

"Let's be smooth," Field made a sound in his throat. "It's not too low. It's nonsense again."

 

"What's wrong with you? Cool people don't care about each other."

"Ah"

 

"So now I don't have to keep my feelings alone." When I thought of this, I started to feel happy. There is no need to keep it in my heart anymore. From now on, these guys must also recognise it.

 

"I mean?"

"Well, you may not know how cute the cold month is."

 

I vented what had been suppressed in my heart. The two of them immediately made a blank face.

 

“When smiling, the eyes are in the shape of a crescent moon. They shine like a million stars shining down. 'When laughing, it's natural, the tone of voice is pleasant to listen to. Even if he sings distorted, he may look a little cruel. But in fact, he is a very kind person.  I may never have touched him. Which is good because the face like you will never touch the kindness of the cold month."

 

"Huh"

 

"Come to think of it. You guys should call me Tiger. I often live with the cold. And the sound of cold and the north is similar. When there is a shout for a Tiger, I will know that it's cold. So from now on, all of you have to be called Tiger because the name of the Tiger will be the only cold that has been called."

 

"... Ah, uh."

 

"Nao is the kind of person I want to be with. You know that he is a person with whom you are very comfortable. He is not a big person. He is comfortable, sometimes funny, and easy to get along with people; he cares about those around him, which I consider an advantage. But sometimes I don't like it. It's called Huang, right?"

 

"Uh, that's right."

 

"Mick, listen to me, I'm going to poop better than an animal."

 

"Wait, Field." Mick reached out and grabbed Field's arm; he was getting up to walk into the bathroom. He pretended to get up, too, but was held back by me first. Hold his shoulder to apply pressure. Sit down in the same place, "... Tiger"

 

"When it's cold, I'm with Aunt Mao and Nuea. He's so soft. His eyes are sparkling. His body is small, but he excels at intimidation. But in fact, the milk teeth have not fallen out of his mouth. His hands are as small as a mangosteen."

 

"Tiger, I think you have a serious condition. What do you use to filter the image?

Why do you look at that cold bastard like this?"

 

"I told you to call me Tiger."

"But I've been calling you Suea since kindergarten."

 

"Call me Tiger!"

"Eh, Tiger! Are you satisfied?"

 

"Still, sit and listen to me vent a little more." Even though the words are begging, my hands still pressed Mick's shoulder, not to escape. Forcing him to sit and listen like that, "But you promised first that you would just listen. It's not that Tiger follows and likes my winter month."

 

"Oh, you can rest assured. I'll never get into it. Seriously, I can't imagine it."

"Good", my hair is wide. After that, Mick, the lucky one, sat down and listened to my lecture about the cuteness of the cold month for about an hour.