PitBabe series2

The first off-site activity went well, even though I was initially heartbroken.

The 'bastard' appeared to disturb me, and I admit that I was not so shocked that Babe would come on an important day for my work. I knew that he watched my live and followed every channel. I saw his comments. It is easy to guess that Babe would not plan to live like 'different' for long. 

 

It's different from the first time we broke up. At that time, everyone was very hurt. Regret played a significant role until they were too weak to want to recognise the other person. Therefore, they interact with each other or act as if nothing were easy. But the last time I seriously talked about 'our story, ' I realised it. As soon as the anger rose to the place, Babe would be both angry and lost his face to reduce his face until he drove to my house. We slept together until he begged me to review our story and start over. I acted as if I agreed.

 

I know that dignity is essential to Babe. He is the type of human being who would rather die than lose his dignity. However, he often broke his own rules and beliefs.

Not for me. There is nothing that can prove the love he has for me as clearly as this. Because of that, I feel sorry every time I trample on the sacrifice. That's the insidious way. And if Babe is so angry that he wants to get me back like this, it's not strange.

 

Even so, the last incident is not so bad. Because I can deal with him before he causes a bigger mess than what happened. I was so angry that I was speechless when I saw he had deliberately come to disrupt my work. If there is a ranking of people who know how important these activities are to me (not including understanding, goodness, and beauty), Babe must be number one. 

 

He has often said that what I do is more important to me than he is. Therefore, it's annoying that he tried to destroy my highest intentions without sympathy. And the more he sees that I am angry, the more he likes it. The more he likes me, the happier he is, and he rejects my most compromising proposal without hesitation.

 

But the behaviour that almost made me blow the fuse was when Babe pretended to leave a kiss on the edge of my mouth with his palm. That's a ridiculous way of distraction. But it's the best effect. Babe probably knows that. Doing this can provoke me even more. 

 

I've shown from the beginning that I don't like our matters becoming big news for anyone who doesn't know how to form opinions. Criticise each other, even though I don't care what those people talk about me. But it doesn't mean I can tolerate them any less, because Babe has never received positive comments about love issues. Everyone is ready to judge that Babe is wrong. And I'm a poor party, even though those people don't see the identity of Babe as I do. Repeated. Until now, I still don't understand where those strangers find the confidence to judge others with so little understanding. 

 

From the beginning, I never knew about those things. Its old owner never taught me how to use it. No one would be crazy to do that. But I can use it as if it were mine from the beginning. Although it may take time, I will find a way to control the stable energy in the end. I can still understand nature, including its limitations, on my own. All of this comes from intuition.

 

Whenever I receive a new chapter, my body is divided into two parts. One part is clear in every space molecule. At the same time, the other part is a shadow. I realise that something is moving under that shadow. But I don't know what it looks like. What are you doing? And how do I deal with it? But over time, the bright space will gradually swallow, eat dark shadows and fuse ingeniously. And I will come back to understand myself again in the end.

 

Stopping time is the sense from Ginny's brother, the boy. At first glance, I didn't make a fuss about him. But Ginny's posture made me start to wonder. She often looked at her brother, as if she were watching him. When I asked why she wanted to meet me, she stopped thinking and turned to look at her brother again. 

 

Before answering that question, she gave an answer that didn't make any sense in my feelings. At that time, I was sure Ginny didn't care about destroying Sense just because she wanted to beat a friend. But because she wanted to help her brother.

 

The eyes that Ginny looks at her brother are very familiar. They're like the eyes that Jeff looks at me. Many times, he doesn't realise how clearly he has expressed himself. He has a younger brother who cares about me like an adult. Especially when he realises that he can't help anything, the pain will be projected in his eyes. I don't know if Jeff knows it, but seeing those eyes hurts me twice as much.

 

That's why I can't miss it. This story has only one ending.

 

"Jeff, what are the promotion plans for next week? Have you sent it to me yet?"

The silence in response made me look up from the laptop screen. Jeff sat, yes, no more than three metres away from me, and I spoke in a full voice. There was no way he wouldn't hear. But the brother with a still face acted as if my voice was just a wind that blew through and passed.

 

"Jeff"

 

I called again, but he was still, as usual, which indicates deliberate ignoring. I know what's wrong with you.

 

"Jeff," I called my brother again in a softer tone, before turning the chair to face him, at least to show sincerity that I wanted to talk to him. "When will you get rid of anger?"

 

"We said for a long time," Jeff didn't answer. But the doctor who happened by gave an indifferent look. His mocking posture made it impossible for me not to turn around and roll my eyes. Of course, Dr Chris's level was not shaken anyway. He smiled broadly and sat down on the sofa. On the other hand, Jeff unfolded the comic book he had brought upstairs to read, without paying attention to the creamy atmosphere between my brother and me.

 

"I'm sorry," I told Jeff, as sincerely as I could. Make a little face to call for a pity score, so I don't know how many points the judges will be kind to him. "I won't do it anymore. Stop being angry."

 

"Not touchy," Jeff finally agreed, but the answer and tone were unpleasant. How much is "angry"?

 

"I know I'm angry, so I apologise."

"Ugh"

 

"Uh, does that mean?"

"Acknowledged"

 

"Jeff.." I dragged the sound and dragged myself to sit next to my brother, holding his arm and shaking it gently, the gesture I thought was the cutest, until I heard a giggle from the opposite side. I glanced and found that Dr Chris looked at me with pitiful eyes. But when he saw that I caught it, he pretended to laugh at the comic book instead. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about it at that time. I just felt sorry for his sister..."

 

"Yeah, we should stop researching and let you sit down to receive donations instead."

 

"Don't say that."

 

"Why is everyone pitiful? Why don't you accept all of them?

 

Chris will not have to waste time researching. Save both money and time. "When I received a long reply, I was speechless. I glanced at the doctor who was reading the comic. And he realised that I was asking for help.

 

"Don't look, this time we're on Jeff's side." But I didn't think I could help.

 

"Of course, the only person on Charlie's side is Charlie," Jeff said flatly. He is getting bigger and bigger. As for me, I'm shrinking until it's almost the size of a work ant. I didn't think it would be this big of a deal until Jeff got angry. Then everyone took Jeff's side. Now I'm a single head, and the garlic is withered.

 

As you can see, "Charlie felt sorry for others, so I went to help him get his check. Even though he promised to break up. No one likes people who break a promise. But Charlie seems to like it because he never keeps any promises. "If we were in the anime, my body would be dry and withered. Then it was blown away by the wind like autumn leaves when I saw my brother talking sarcastically, calling me every name. 

 

The person who seemed to be the only source of support moved away in cold blood. In the past, I only held back from Babe until I forgot that Jeff was equally challenging. If fighting with Babe is a civil war, fighting with Jeff should be the Cold War. Which, no matter what war, I rarely won.

 

It's not a big deal, but I don't think Jeff's anger is Nonsense. We've talked about this many times. Jeff said frankly that he didn't want me to take in more perspectives from others. Because we all know that every time I get a sense, I don't bring only valid power. But I also accept the curse. I will be the one who takes on all the limitations and pains the power owner has to face in life, without exception, because I stole their power.

 

Babes’ heightened perception makes their senses work abnormally hard, and they are sensitive to stimuli, easily tired, have difficulty sleeping, struggle to concentrate, and experience an unstable mood. For creating illusions or hallucinations, causing brain fatigue, double mental energy is used, often resulting in nightmares and confusion between reality and dreams. The sense of premonitions and lying causes a higher level of anxiety than usual. At the same time, Chen's ability to solve numbers, geometry, and logical patterns is considered the least negatively affected, as it is a sense that is already consistent with brain function and the initial IQ level. At most, it's just stressful for another day or two.

 

Moreover, my original Sense has significantly improved compared to what it was a few years ago. The transfer of Chens occurred quickly and adapted to energy more effectively. Last time, it was clear that shaking hands with the old owner could pull all the power. And it also takes a few minutes to learn and adapt. In general, using the Chens to their full extent is impossible from the start. But when I used that boy's sense a few days ago, I could feel I could control it completely, even though I hadn't practised it once.

 

This seems like good sense. But the problem is that I still don't know what my power is. How great is this benefit that you have to trade for?

 

"You seem to be smart. But sometimes you're so stupid that it's shocking, Charlie." Jeff frowned, too busy to talk about this. He seemed so frustrated that he couldn't control his attitude. As he grew up, Jeff's complaining skills also began to evolve. I started to understand, and Alan asked why he was so cautious. "You've always studied these things. You're probably the one who knows the best. Deal with it best. Don't think about doing this."

 

"It's wrong. Next time, I'll be more careful..."

"It has to be like that. This is the last time, if there is a next time. Again, Jeff won't talk to you anymore."

 

"Jeff... I don't want it." I groaned softly. I couldn't help but glance at the person who sat listening to other people's quarrels with their faces. Even though he was normal, he should have been uncomfortable until he got up and ran away. "Stop scolding, I'm ashamed of you."

 

"Why are you ashamed? What you have done is worth being scolded."

 

Apart from Babe, only Jeff can make me feel as exhausted as I do.

 

"How often have I told you that the most important senses shouldn't be messy? Are they related to time?" Jeff said softly when talking about this. It's like he's too tired to use all his energy to complain about my brain-brained brother like me. The only thing he can do now is beg. "That kid's power, we don't know the conditions. But for sure, it's not worth it. The type of sense that interferes with time is the worst sense."

 

The thing that makes Jeff so angry. Of course, it's not just because I took other people's senses unthinkingly, but partly (which seems mostly) because the acquired sense is related to time control, which is considered the same type of chen as Jeff's. To put it visually, Jeff's reason is to skip to monitor the time that hasn't come yet. The sense of Ginny’s brother is to make time to stop walking. Although this type of sense may look very powerful, at the same time, it is the top that must be 'exchanged' more than other types of Senses.

 

In his case, Jeff's Senses made it challenging to socialise and have close relationships with others. There is a worrying level of anxiety. It will likely lead to confusion about future times (once recorded). It is said that people share Jeff's sense. They cannot separate the past, present, and future when they get older. Because they are too busy with time, Jeff is trying to avoid using his senses.

 

According to current scientific understanding, time is a continuous unit that always flows in one direction; that is, time should not stop or move backwards. Refraction, or being inserted from the outside (which does not normally occur), will disturb events at various times and affect them in a chain. The average person may not feel much difference from the intervention, but those who are intervened upon will recognise and be the most affected.

 

And if you don't want to comfort yourself too much, I know that the impact that Ginny's brother has received will not be small. Because otherwise, Ginny wouldn't care about breaking up. And her brother wouldn't have got a new life after I shook his hand. At that second, only a high school boy and I realised our lives would never be the same again.

 

"You're causing yourself trouble."

"I know," I nodded and bowed to accept my brother's argument, because I fully know that Jeff is all right. "This will be the last time."

 

"Grow up, Charlie", I once said this to Babe. Today, I had to sit and listen to the same sentence from my brother.

 

"You're a person. Stop acting like a potty."

 

Is that a potty?

 

I've never seen myself like that before. But because of my stupid actions, in Jeff's eyes, I'm no different from a container that receives waste from others.

 

"You don't have to think about others too much. How many people will thank you when you die?" My brother's voice echoed in my head. It sounded like it was hypnotising me to think about it. But I don't know how effective it will be because I've never expected a thank-you from anyone before. I do what I want. I only think about myself every day. "You can wait and thank others. It's not that bad."

 

I glanced at Dr Chris again. He was looking at me, and we made eye contact. Still, before the other party moved his mouth silently, saying, 'One day I'll die.'

 

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"Make a good face"

"Oops!"

 

Honestly, I want to shout louder than this. But because there is still some time to preach, I can only cry softly and turn to the clear hammer of the captain who put the stick to the stick. As a child, who said I was an adult? Where did the adult come to slap other people in the back in Public like this?.

 

"Don't be shy, pat lightly," Alan made a persistent face. It seems to want to slap the same place again. Stating that there are more and more people here, he treated the captain of the famous racing team. (Which actually should have been thinking about from just now) "And make a good face, too. Don't act as I put on  handcuffs."

 

"If there were a handcuff, I would have done it."

"They exist, I just don't want to use them with you."

 

"Eh", I raised my hand to cover my ears with a feeling of goosebumps. I want to go back in time ten seconds ago and stab my eardrums or punch this pervert in the mouth so that he can't speak at all. "I'm going to sue Jeff"

 

"Try it"

"When he's gone, he's good at it."

 

The talented captain floats his face without fear because there is no guard today.

The behaviour is as usual. I'm unsure how I should feel about Jeff not attending the event. At first, I felt comfortable knowing I didn't have to listen to the complaints and words that cut my ears, which came with his indifferent expression. But now I'm starting to think about it. When the real big boss is not there, the uncle seems angry.

"Hui... You're so handsome, Babe."

 

Even though I haven't arrived yet, the greeting sound has come first. Sonic ran to the alley quickly to poke my waist. Before looking from head to toe, as if the fashion fanatics, the young fashionista couldn't help but be excited to see me wearing a full suit like this.

 

"Thank you." I don't know what to answer other than this word. I often feel honoured every time I have to dress formally like this. Before leaving the house, I looked in the mirror many times. I became more confident when I received compliments, especially from Sonic. "You're handsome today."

 

"Very polite compliments"

"Well, you're fully dressed for the day."

 

"Of course, it's better to die than to look in the mirror and find that the suit is not beautiful," Sonic said proudly. And I believe he thought so. Since we met, I've never seen Sonic wear any ordinary clothes. Including today, even though wearing a black suit, Sonic's suit has a waistband in the picture. There is no inner shirt. The snake-shaped brooch on the suit's collar is sparkling with diamonds. And the pearl necklace that I can't imagine myself wearing. But when it's on Sonic's neck, it looks like a handle. This should be a special power of fashionistas. "But today I'm dressed very well. I'm proud of you."

 

"I don't think I said this at all."

 

My answer is no longer necessary when Sonic's real arrived. North pouted ahead of Dean in an elegant, dark grey suit, who walked behind him with a big smile, unaware of anything. The two of them must have parked the car. Following in later, Sonic, who should be in North’s car, but I don't like waiting for a parking space again, as usual.

 

"Well, I'm the one who caught you from head to toe. What do you want to praise, don't you know?" Even if they are in good clothes or standing in front of a luxurious mall, these guys still behave no differently from when they were at the garage. North made his mouth displeased. Sonic looked at him without giving up. As for Dean, he tried to prevent the two of them from fighting. "You have to praise me. From a domestic dog to a dog, who did the house get this because of him?"

 

"Ma'am... It's too much to say. Aren't I that ugly?"

 

"You are heavier than a domestic dog."

"Oh..."

 

I looked at the gang of brothers with my heart. I began to understand Alan, who liked to take care of things in the team. Fortunately, I only need to be a racer. I have to follow these kids as well. There is hope that X Hunter can be a real name. I'm not as calm as Alan.

 

"So cute"

 

I was startled. When suddenly there was a sound of someone in my ear, I turned around. My hands clenched instinctively. But thanks to the instinct, I didn't command myself to react fully immediately. Otherwise, this foreign-faced kid wouldn't have come to stand and smile like this.

 

"What the hell are you playing, Willy?" I complained as my body slowly relaxed when I saw someone sneaking into the back, which was not dangerous. But that doesn't mean I'm thrilled to meet him. "Stop smiling. I don't punch you anymore."

 

"Why do you like to order so much? I can't just smile." The foreign boy pretended to make a small face. He still raised his heart with both corners of his mouth. "What's wrong with the nanny? Why are you so scolding?" Willy turned to ask for Alan, who was standing next to him. The big brother replied with a dead face, "pellet food" Before walking, I went out to answer the phone.

 

"What did you do with your face?" I squinted my eyes without trust. Strangely, I always see this kid no matter where I go. Even though I know that we are in the industry. The same, but it's not necessary to see each other outside the competition this often. Or is the real problem with Willy being too close to our team? Or is he a stalker? But can you come out and say a big cock like this is a stalker?

 

"I know you like me very much. But is it too scary? I'll inform the police."

"Why are cute people not smart?"

 

"Oh!" When I agreed to talk to you a little bit, this foreign boy climbed the spiral without fear anymore. The time between Willy's respect and annoyance is shorter than Charlie's, to the point where he should be ashamed. But if he had done that, Alan would have run out of patience. "Wherever I go, I see only you. And this job is Mr Pete's job. It has nothing to do with your team. If you don't follow me, what will you come for?"

 

"That's right, but I didn't come as a racer today," Willy said with a floating face. He stood in his pockets so relaxed that it was terrific. But may have to admit today that  Willy is cute in a way that looks better than usual. He wears a completely black suit. There are no patterns or details that make it look special. But it can be seen that this suit must be expensive. Even though the white shirt is not fully buttoned and seems as if he was forced to wear a suit, he was caught, stuffed into the car, and appeared here. But there is no denying that today's kid, yesterday's scene looks much better than I remember. "My father is a partner with Pete. If I don't go, I will be scolded."

 

When I heard this, everything was locked. The fact that Willy showed up here and his condition, which looks very handsome and not very reluctant. The one who used to say that he was the child of the house would not be wrong. Because he still has to do everything with the well-being of a child in mind, who doesn't have much bargaining power. 

 

The more we get to know each other, the more I think that Willie may not be a child who relies on his parents' prestige and spends money every day. But he's just a child who happened to be born rich, so he has to follow the path that his parents set for him. The choice may not be something that everyone is ready for. Sometimes, accepting being someone else's piece is necessary. I understand that.

 

"Quiet up," the child said, smiling. "Are you shy? I think I like you very much. That's it?"

 

"So isn't it true?" Instead of retreating, a child like Willy should be more suited to rushing in. I smiled at him. Ready to tilt my neck to look with the eyes that Charlie called 'thief cat' because he said that he was like a cunning cat trying to pretend to be cute to steal fish from the street stall. And even though he knew it was just a pretence, when I used this eye on him, it still worked perfectly every time. "I'm sorry, I think you would like me very much."

 

Willy looked at my face. His eyes froze, and his ears gradually turned red as if someone had brought a fire. Suddenly, his lips trembled. I thought he might want to say something, but his brain stopped. It works better than when used with Charlie. 

 

"It's like..."

 

"What is this... Is this short soon?" I laughed out loud. When I saw the boy's angry attitude, which seemed endless, and the smell of milk, which at first made him look at me, I was still good at looking at me. He would think that if he chased me, I would retreat anyway. Thinking like that, is it insulting, Pitbabe? "Is it too weak, kid?"

 

"Huh?"

 

The more I laugh, the more Willy makes a face. And the more he makes a face, the more I laugh.

 

"Are you teasing?"

"So what do you think? Do you think I'm in love with you?"

 

"Hey... You're so spoiled."

 

Willy yells like the one I teased just now. How is it so serious? Even if he was a little smart, he should have known that people like me are never heartless. With things like that, especially with a little boy like Willy, saying that dogs lay eggs. It should be more likely.

 

"How can you make fun of something like this? It's a bad habit."

 

"Well, I have this habit. Why do you like it?" But it wasn't the time for Willy to open his mouth to argue. Phi Alan, who walked out to talk on the phone a moment ago, stepped back. He looked at the survey as if checking the children's names for the last time. They told him to walk in together when he saw they had all come. Willy had to calm down because of the captain's serious face. He could only walk behind me while muttering something that I couldn't catch. But it's not difficult to guess that it's about me.

 

Today is a significant event for Beyond Group, the main sponsor of Team X. Mr Pete, who invested two weeks ago, has invited all team members to attend the opening of the new shopping centre at Beyond's branch. Its logo may be pasted on our car or racing suit in the Sun. Because of that, P'Alan told everyone to come anyway. Plus, Alan is more picky.

 

Pete's new department store can still be said to have a unique luxury concept in the Beyond Group's style. But at the same time, it is perfectly interspersed with modernity. There is an aura of fun and liveliness, not so luxurious that people don't dare to step in, maybe because they intend to open it as a hangout. Alan said there are also laser game shops here, in addition to restaurants and shops. Interest, exhibition floors, exhibitions, concert halls, and many other activity zones organise clubs. Seeing this, I'm amazed that Mr Pete thought of doing much of this. Even though he still laments with unrequited love for two years, these businessmen's heads would work separately with their hearts, like his.

 

When she came up to the floor of the event hall, a small girl quickly walked in to greet Pu Alan. She was wearing a black suit. Although she was smaller than the other girls, her shoes and ponytail made her look bold and elegant. She smiled and talked chattily. It looked like she was close to Alan, so I guessed she was probably Pete's close secretary. Pho Alan had told her many times, but I can't remember her name for once.

 

"Mr Pete apologises for not coming to pick it up in person, just before starting. Mr Pete's work involves repeating the script frequently, so May came out to take it instead.

 

Oh... May your name.

 

"It's okay," Alan responded with a friendly smile. A cosy attitude and a warm smile like that. It would have easily made young people fall in love back then. Hmm.. I don't think I can still do it now. If Charlie smiled sweetly at others like this, I would be as hot as a fire. However, in Jeff's case, it was the dead-hearted child. That wouldn't feel anything. I think Jeff must have been indifferent for a long time. "But after finishing the event, you'll meet, right?"

 

"Of course, Mr P has already locked the queue for Alan."

"Great"

 

After that, Alan introduced each of us to May. She smiled and greeted me according to manners, but I felt she looked slightly nervous when she met my eyes. I would have been afraid of myself if it weren't for being secretly delighted. Normally, my first impression of strangers is not much to run away from. If you don't like it very much, you will hate it or be afraid of it. This is a simple and convenient selection system, so I don't feel any trouble.

 

The format of today's event resembles a wedding because the tables are arranged in a long line. The middle of the long table is decorated with white flowers, green leaves, and golden decorations. Each seat has a set of snacks, and a young waiter with a clean face walks through the hall, serving colourful drinks. 

 

All the people attending the event are dressed in formal clothes. Luxurious to the point of feeling unnatural, this may seem normal to others. But for me, the only answer in my head is It's so hard to want a respirator. I haven't been to this kind of event in a long time. If it wasn't related to the team (or if it wasn't forced by Alan), I almost didn't step in. Because no matter how you look, I'm not suitable for this kind of social work.

 

X Hunter was arranged to sit at the first table from the inside of the table head zone, which can be said to be in front of the stage. If you don't tell me, I know Pete values us as much as his business partners. Although I was impressed with his important event, I can't deny that I was impressed by this attention.

 

Pu Alan said the work should start within ten minutes. In the meantime, only noises, conversations, and laughter feel like banknotes and gold falling every time these people open their mouths. Some people used to say that laughter can even tell one's financial and social status. As a person who has been in these circles before, I agree. If you close your eyes and listen to the laughter of the rich and the poor, I think I'm separated—the laughter of people worried about investing their money next. With people who worry about where to get money to buy rice, it's different.

 

The seat on my left is Alan's. The right one used to belong to the North. But now it turns out that Willy came to sit down there. I don't know why I asked him why he sat here. The boy made a face of ignorance and replied, 'Dad said to sit wherever I wanted to sit.' Honestly, I wanted to chase him to sit somewhere else. But Alan, sitting next to him, kept constantly sending his eyes to the destroyer. Therefore, he could just let it go even if he was offended. I chose to sit quietly, not talking to anyone. Waiting for the ceremony to start, which should not take more than five minutes.

 

But suddenly, people's noise disturbed a small, calm space in my head. I immediately recognised that the sound was like a bee breaking the hive. It was not just a fun conversation or a general business negotiation. Something was happening.

 

A group of people walked in. I tried to look at the group of people who walked in. There were four of them, but only one person caught my eye in a few seconds. Even if other people surrounded him, the hall lights would dim, making the details difficult to distinguish. Or these messy decorations would obscure visibility. But he was the only one who stood out from all the background images.

 

Charlie! How did he come here?

 

Even the first time I realised I had fallen in love with him, the world was not interrupted like this. At that time, everything was just more colourful. The edges were blurred as if taken with an old computer digital camera. It was a picture I never thought I would like. But suddenly, it had to be broken because of that person. Different from now, his image is sharp. Even though the colour is duller than I remember, I can't take my eyes off it even for a second.

 

Tall and airy figure, handsome face, clean, wearing an elegant suit and tie, completely black from head to toe. On him, there are only diamond earrings in his left ear, and his leather shoes are glittering in the light. The hair is well-styled on a face without glasses and a bright smile that used to be a defining feature. Now there is only a smooth expression, as if he no longer expects anything from this world.

 

All eyes are on them. Of course, it has to be like that. If you ask who is being talked about and who is in the social trend the most now, the names of Charlie and his team must pop up first. It is considered a big surprise that he appeared here. Because no one would have expected that a person who openly opposed capitalism would walk around in the work of a big capitalist like this, and another surprise, of course, is the person who walks by his side like Chris. People in the racing industry or who know Charlie would never know Way. Therefore, seeing people who look like the mud of a dead person walking like this. Just no one starts praying or fainting. How good is it?

 

Charlie is not here for me and the others on the team, so there's no way. It's clear that Mr Pete invited him, but what's surprising is why he chose to ask Charlie.

 

Charlie walked in and sat at the table next to ours. He sat facing my table. The position is slightly indented. Next to him are Chris, Liu and P'Touch, respectively. From here, I saw his face clearly through the heads of a pair of men and women. Charlie bowed his head to greet the tablemates. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Just smiling, just polite. Not dry but not too hard. And of course, the people around him responded well. They looked excited, like a fan who met the person in their hearts. At the same time, that celebrity looked calm, as if he had come here alone. 

 

I felt like his ears suddenly turned off. Alan, sitting next to him, said something that I couldn't catch in my mind. The corner of his right eye could sense that Willy was looking at me. Guess he had something to say. But he started talking to the woman beside him because he saw I wasn't looking at him. She has a position at a company. Beautiful face. The skin is as radiant as the jewellery on her neck. The eyes she looked at Charlie showed that she admired him a lot. While Charlie, I can't guess much. If you use the brains of former close people to think, Charlie should speak with manners. Or try to make friends to hope for the benefit of his goals. 

 

But if using the ex-boyfriend's brain (which uses emotions many times more than reason), it's like he is responding to her affection without shyness until the host came on stage. And the event began to go according to schedule. I still couldn't bring my mind back to the story onstage. The host, Mr Pete and a few other executives proudly spoke about the new mall. While in my head, I had sentences that said, 'What is he doing here?’

 

Charlie looked at the stage as if listening to Mr Pete's words. Chris whispered something in his ear. With a gentle nod, Charlie answered briefly, just two words, then returned to the stage again. He is an excellent listener and attendee. Focus on and pay attention to the speaker. If you look at it from here, he doesn't look like a twenty-year-old who has never followed me.

 

Charlie is like a well-grown adult. He was raised and trained to socialise. Since I can remember, his different attitude has confused me. I couldn't help but think and compare Charlie's true identity. What exactly is the way I used to touch and fall in love with? Or that I'm sitting and watching now? I know Charlie well, or don't know him at all.

 

"Are you okay, bro?" Willy leaned toward my ear. After sitting and covering his mouth for a long time, I thought he would have waited until the end. But because I was still obsessed with my thoughts about the man sitting at the other table, Willy had to ask, "Do you want to go outside? I can be your friend."

 

"It's okay." I glanced at Willy slightly before whispering back. His expression was worried. I regained consciousness a bit because of the concern in his eyes. "Just surprised that he appeared here."

 

"He's probably coming to connect," Willy said. I didn't answer anything because I thought it was already certain. Children like Charlie don't like to go to social events. But if this is a ladder for him to reach the goal, I'm sure that kid won't hesitate, even if you have to force yourself. "There are only executives and celebrities here; just talking is worth it."

 

"If it's not like that, it won't come." I thought the stupid kid couldn't do anything for his ideology. Even I'm just an unimportant piece of luggage he can throw away at any time. "It's the doctor's head to die. That did it, I thought about it all."

 

"I also have a grudge against my ex-boyfriend."

"I'm just sticking to my guts."

 

"Are you angry that he quit?"

 

"Eh!" I turned around with my hand that hit the child's legs and mouth immediately, like an automatic command system. But because I accidentally made a little loud noise, Alan scolded me. So I smiled back instead of saying, 'Sorry, I'm going to shut up,' before turning to bite my teeth. I told Willy, "I'm the one who quit first; understand again."

 

"I'm not just being sarcastic about him, but is he serious?"

"You're so funny, aren't you?"

 

"It's not embarrassing to be abandoned. It's normal."

"I wasn't abandoned."

 

"I told you I don't care," Willy made a clear face, but I knew that he meant it.

It isn't enjoyable. "By the way, if you're with me, I'll never leave you."

 

"You

 

.." I accidentally raised a little noise. But it's still good to hold my mouth in time. I secretly looked at Alan and saw that he was listening to the stage, so I pretended to turn back to deal with the kid. But not in time to do as I thought, I stumble upon someone staring this way.

 

Charlie is looking at me. Since when?

 

He was still interested in the stage activities, acting like a good audience member. But now, he doesn't even lean towards the front of the stage. He sat facing the table, looking at me openly, staring intently to realise, "How did I do something wrong?”

 

However, I hadn't done anything wrong, so I had no reason to lower my eyes. I stared at him back while trying to read his mind. I want to know what Charlie is thinking now. He saw that I was sitting here or had seen it from the beginning, but deliberately ignored each other. Is he happy I'm here, or struggling to meet since we broke up? Guessing what's in Charlie's head has become difficult for me.

 

Charlie's eyes moved to the side of me for a moment before coming back to stop at the face again with a slightly changed eye. And the point that attracted Charlie's attention just now was....Willy.

 

I'm... At least I know one thought in his head. Charlie's posture will not allow him to let go of Willy as easily as he tries to. I find this quite satisfying now. I don't know what he's doing onstage; I hear the MC talking.

 

After this, there will be a performance from the famous idol band. And after that, everything is just a sound. Not a word or sentence has meaning anymore. Charlie and I still play the game of staring at each other continuously. Suppose I'm the one who drops my eyes first. That means I'm the loser. Which I hate the most. But seriously, people who hate defeat more than I do sit at the table.

 

I tilted my neck to look at my ex-boyfriend, thinking, 'I don't want to lose; I will never lose.' My instinct in strength surged, like when I was sitting behind the wheel. The difference is that this finish line requires more than just speed.

 

I moved my hand to put it on the front of Willy’s leg. The foreign boy straightened his back as soon as my palm touched it. I laughed in my heart but tried to keep the symptoms. Even though he always liked to act like the sun and the wind on me. But when attacked back, Willy stiffened himself. He stayed still for many seconds, as if he were conscious. While I squeezed and gently massaged his legs, still looking at Charlie as before. Before Willy turned to my face and whispered in a low voice.

 

"What are you doing?"

"Bored," I replied in a flat voice.

 

"And can this cure boredom?"

 

"Yew," I said, taking my eyes off Charlie and turning back to look at Willy. "Why... I made a face.” 

 

“Can't this be with you?"

 

The foreign boy was silent. He didn't have the attitude to refuse; it's just that he might be confused. I teased him with an unexpected touch. Willy blushed. There was a half-like and half-uncomfortable expression. He seemed to be trying to control himself. This child chose to turn his forehead and put it on my shoulder like a fighting, exhausted person.

 

It's not difficult to defeat someone. Charlie may weaken me for a while. But I'm still me. Whatever I want. In the end, it must be mine.

 

"What's wrong with Willy?" Alan turned to ask when he saw Willy sitting with his head bowed and his head on my shoulders.

 

"He's not feeling well," I replied flatly. "He says he has a headache."

"Oh, don't you let him go back to rest?"

 

"I told him, but he won't go back. He's afraid his father will scold him." I lay with a blank face. Willy didn't have the attitude to look up to correct the news. He sat quietly, breathing in and out as if meditating, while I squeezed and stroked his legs like a toy.

 

"It's okay."

"Are you sure?"

 

"Sure," I replied with a smile. "Right, Willy?"

 

I asked Willy for confirmation, and he cooperated very well. The young boy didn't look up from my shoulder but nodded up and down gently instead of answering. When Alan saw that, he didn't ask anything. He turned to talk about something with the man next to him, who had invited me to speak just now. The battle returned, leaving only Charlie, Willy, and me, who were pulled in without knowing it.

 

Until now, Charlie has been looking at me. He's staring at me harder than before.

It felt like he was about to get up from the chair. He seemed to want to walk up to me, rush to pull Willy away, grab me, kiss me, and suck in the people's eyes. Of course, that's just an image in the imagination. But if it really happened, we would both be thrown out of the event. This incident will become big news. He will be scolded for weeks to come, which is not something a man like Charlie would do anyway.

 

Currently, the stage is turning on the VTR and waiting for the idol band to launch, which will perform at the event. I used to the time when the lights went down, and everyone turned their attention to the stage and withdrew from the hall. I told Willy to go to the bathroom. The boy made a slanted face and nodded. I didn't ask to follow, probably because I played a little hard just now. The Western child is already looped.

 

I walked out of the corridor on the side of the hall. This place is quiet, probably because the whole floor has only one hall and everyone is inside. Outside, only a few staff and guards walk around. I turned to the men's bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror and look at my reflection. There is no one else in the toilet but me, which is good. Because I don't want to do personal business from the beginning. I want to stay in a place far from people for a moment.

 

After a minute or two, the sound of leather soles hitting the floor came closer until they stopped in front of the mirror near me.

 

I didn't turn to look at him. Just look at the newcomer through the reflection in the mirror. As for him, he said nothing. Keep staring at me like that, looking... Like when we were sitting in the hall.

 

"Don't you want the bathroom?"

 

I asked to break the silence as I reached for the faucet. I let the water flow through even though it hadn't messed up anything.

 

"I just want to go outside," Charlie said in a flat voice, even though he still refused to stop staring at my face, "It's uncomfortable inside."

 

"I thought you would like it again. There are so many people like that."

"Since when did I like that?"

 

"I don't know," I replied before turning off the faucet. I reached out and pulled out two tissues under the glass and slowly mopped my wet palms without haste. "Keep guessing. I don't know you that much anyway."

 

"If Babe doesn't know me, who else knows?"

 

"Probably none." I threw the crumpled used tissue into the trash can. I turned to face my ex-lover, whom I barely knew. Even now, he's standing in front of me. He looks good from head to toe. I still feel like he's far away, standing in a different world. "Where have you ever allowed anyone to know you?"

 

Charlie is quiet. His posture looks a little weaker than when he is in front of other people, but I can still feel the heavy emotions.