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A limited-edition Santelan was parked outside the middle school gates. Karon sat inside, a cigarette held in the fingers of his left hand as he flipped through a religious book resting on his knees with his right.
It was an image with real cinematic punch, a perfect illustration of what people meant by young, rich, handsome, and cultured.
When the schoolgirls filed out and passed the car, most of them couldn’t help but sneak a look inside. Some even walked past just to loop back around and walk by again.
The boys were no different. At their ages, most of them had already fantasized about pulling up to the school gates in a luxury car.
“Sis, that’s Alfred’s car,” Lent recognized it at once. There probably wasn’t a second Santelan of the same model in all of Roja City.
“Karon’s inside,” Clarice said.
Mina, Lent, and Clarice walked up to the Santelan.
Lent deliberately raised his voice. “Big Brother, why are you here?”
Karon closed the book and smiled. “To pick you up after school.”
“Ooh, nice!” Lent reached for the door, only for Mina to grab his backpack. He staggered back and sat down hard on the ground. Clarice stood to the side, covering her mouth.
“Sis, Karon came to pick us up!” Lent complained.
“We’re already out of school. And Karon saw us,” Mina said.
“So?”
“So Karon has already picked us up.”
“Th-then what now?”
“Now we take the tram home!” Mina flashed Karon a smile and even made a little fist by her cheek like she was cheering him on. She then dragged Lent away, Clarice following behind. All three headed straight for the tram stop.
Karon opened the book again and resumed reading.
The bookmark Tiz had given him was still tucked inside The Light of Order. Sometimes choosing something you dislike was much harder than choosing something you like. Nearly a week had passed, and yet Karon still hadn’t decided.
Tiz had pressed Karon, though not about...
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