"By the way, what are you doing here!?"

This mentally retarded guy looks suspicious! Could he be in love with me? Oh my god! What if he falls in love with me!?

No, if this mentally retarded person is chasing after me every day, wouldn’t it mean that I have also been lowered to a lower level?!

The crux of the problem is... there is no one in this small forest. If he comes to attack me, my innocence of more than ten years will be destroyed in the hands of a mentally retarded person. This... this...

This is so scary!!

I looked at both sides to figure out the chances of escaping if something unusual really happened. (You think this is a gangster novel, but you still escape, I&;...*%)

"I come here every afternoon to review my lessons."

Miyamoto Hyuk spoke very naturally. I observed him carefully and found no clues.

"It's going to be dark soon. What are you studying for? Tell me honestly! Are you doing something shameful?"

I squinted my eyes and walked closer to him.

Unexpectedly, this mentally retarded man actually rolled his eyes at me and waved the thing in his hand, "I have a flashlight."

"Then I'll leave first."

As I was leaving, I didn't forget to look back three times to see what he was doing.

This guy actually took out the book from his schoolbag and read it with a flashlight. What a weirdo!

I had just walked out of the woods, it was not completely dark yet, and I wanted to call my dad to tell him that I would be home late today, but my pockets were empty.

"Oops, I forgot it in the woods again, I have to go back to get it." I knocked on my head as if to vent my anger, muttered, and went back the way I came.

When he returned to the original place, Miyamoto Hyuk flew to nowhere, and his cell phone was lying in the grass.

I picked up the phone and was about to return the same way.

"Master, let's get in the car." An old man with gray hair and still tall and strong posture respectfully gave a very standard salute to Miyamoto Hyuk and spoke in Japanese.

How could this ignorant, mentally retarded man watch an old man over fifty years old salute him like this?

In my heart I felt indignant for that elderly grandfather.

My mother is Japanese. Although she died when I was very young, I still learned some Japanese from my grandparents. I could naturally tell that the old man was calling Miyamoto Hyuk "Master".

The title "young master" seems to be something ordinary people should have!

This Miyamoto Hyuk is too unusual, his schoolbag is in tatters, and his image is so poor, but he is a capitalist, and the car in front of him...

I noticed the cross on the car and visually checked the length of the car. It looked like...it should be a lengthened Lincoln.

I don’t know if the world is crazy or if I am crazy.

Since he has money, why does he have to be secretive? Isn't it good to be fair? Inexplicably, I am a little more suspicious of Miyamoto Hyuk's identity.

Finally, I came to the conclusion that rich people are indeed crazy!

I hid behind a small tree and watched them until the car disappeared from my sight.

When I looked up, I saw that the sky was already as dark as spilled black ink.
Chapter completed!