PAID

Someone said,

"Hmph. Rather than that crazy woman, I can manage—no, use it better."

To which the crazy woman responded,

"Shut up, you black bastard."

Uh… hmm. The way they bicker makes them look like friends. Must just be my imagination.

The black guy—wait, no, someone—got worked up at the crazy woman’s insult.@@novelbin@@

"......"

But he only got flustered. He couldn’t even open his mouth to respond. Well, I mean, his skin is black.

This exchange had been going on for over three hours now. My master, the chairman who had just entered, and I were all watching the spectacle unfold with great interest.

"Chairman, did you happen to bring popcorn?" I asked.

"Do you think the title 'chairman' belongs to the neighbor's dog?"

Unfortunately, the chairman didn’t bring popcorn. Instead, he offered something else.

"Would you like one of these?"

He pulled two calorie bars from his pocket and handed one to my master and one to me.

"Been working out lately?" I asked.

"I signed up for a gym recently."

Ah, I see. His wiry frame does have that ‘lean muscle’ look.

But really, why is the chairman here?

Noticing my inquisitive gaze, the chairman hesitated briefly before speaking.

"I’m the one who organized this meeting. And as the head of a school, it’s my responsibility to protect my teacher."

Ah, so he had his reasons. Unexpectedly admirable words, really. Though, to be honest, my mouth felt a bit dry and gritty. Must’ve been the calorie bar.

‘Chocolate’s not my favorite, but… well, this isn’t bad.’