The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat! - Chapter 132
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Chapter 132: He still had quite a lot to…
learn Chapter 132: He still had quite a lot to…
learn Not like she has a choice in this.
Alice let Micheal interlock their fingers while they headed towards the center.
There was suddenly a long line that was moving quite slowly.
She looked at their hands and then up at Michael’s plain white face and could easily tell he was delighted.
What was the big deal with holding hands anyway?
She always saw people doing it.
Couples, parents and their kids, friends…
That concept seemed to have held familiarity but she couldn’t understand that familiarity.
Not anymore.
Yes, she couldn’t recall the feelings she got from holding hands with her mother while she was still young.
She looked at her hand with Micheal’s.
Maybe the reason she wasn’t able to recall was because those familiar and warm feelings, feeble emotions, were all beaten out of her.
Along with 70 more kids who were taken into the den with her at that time.
She sighed.
“Does something bother you?” He asked but she shook her head.
“Just ignore it.
I was just bummed about the idea of going to school.” She said and gave out a very wry sigh.
“It’s so exhausting just thinking about it.” “You are going to school?” He asked, quite surprised.
“It’s shocking, right?” She asked, thinking he was on her side but he had different thoughts.
“I don’t mean to sound offensive but I quite had the idea you were done with school.” He said.
“You know, considering how…” He turned his head away.
“…
Big you are.” Alice tilted his head.
Big?
What was he…?
Her eyes fell on her boobs, and the fact that her body had grown much more than in the past all came back to her.
And though he definitely didn’t get a good look at her the first time they met, he should know she’s just a 17-year-old girl who got a major growth sprout after coming out of the dungeon.
Like…
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Weren’t they given her file in the council or something?
“Then, are you trying to say education is based on size?” Alice asked, pausing in her steps.
She faced him, their hands ever tightly interlocked.
“Should I be considered a graduate just because I look this big?
Does that imply to everyone else too?
Is that how your mindset works?” Micheal went silent, pursing his lips.
He had made a mistake with his words there.
He still had quite a lot to…
Learn.
“Forgive my words.” He immediately apologized.
“I wasn’t trying to stereotype or be judgemental.
I just made a misconception.” He said and bashfully admitted.
“I never…
Went to school.” Alice stayed silent.
She was a bit mad at his words but hearing him say he never went to school seemed to have melted that anger.
If he didn’t go to school then it was understandable that he didn’t know how the system works.
So, how the hell was he able to do whatever he wanted?
Didn’t Miss Stella and Mark say an awakened needed at least a high school diploma to be taken seriously in the industry?
Micheal must’ve been an exception even among a few.
She was a special awakened yet they wouldn’t let her be.
Then maybe he was more special than her, besides their strength and prowess comparison.
She sighed, patted his shoulder, and said, “I get it.
Don’t worry.” She smiled, Alice had no idea that this so-called getting a school diploma to be taken seriously in the industry was a sham and they all, every single one of them, just wanted her to go to school.
If an awakened didn’t want to finish school then there was nothing the agency could do.
They would sign them up and make them legal awakeneds in no time.
But getting a guild was a compulsory act.
Though some may just want Alice to be occupied by the daily activities of a teenager, so she wouldn’t go around causing mayhem, the rest, the minority, wanted her to genuinely pass through school and feel that exhaustion, as well as satisfaction, that came with hanging out with one’s peers.
“Where I come from,” Micheal began softly, “Education was not exactly the main priority.
In fact, it was quite scarce to find a young one who wanted to go to school, so the only establishment was destroyed and we were all left to choose our paths from a young age.” Alice listened to this and felt…
Wow, what a cool place.
“Well, I understand better.” She said, smiling widely, though he could barely see it.
“I won’t hold you accountable for stereotyping or being judgemental.
We’re cool.” She punched his shoulder lightly.
Yes, this time, it was actually light, and she did not break any bones, thankfully.
Micheal smiled faintly, and rubbed his shoulder as he looked down at her and her carefree attitude.
His eyes went grim for a moment but he snapped out of it when Alice said, “I think it’s almost our turn.” He raised his head to see the line was shorter now.
He made sure his grip on her hand was strong.
Their fingers were interlocked but given Alice’s unexpected attitude, she could break free while he wasn’t paying attention.
But no matter, if she fled, he would still find her.
What he actually wanted was…
His eyes fell on their interlocked hands and a soft smile played on his lips…
To hold her like this.
They got to the center where Micheal took out an invitation and showed it to them.
“This is my plus one.” He said and they nodded, handing them both peculiar button tags to pin on their breast pocket, if they had any.
Alice looked at the button tag that was dark and seemed to have a spiral at the center.
She looked at it for a few seconds before Michael pulled her aside.
“Here, let me help you.” He offered and took hers to help when he realized the shirt she was wearing inside her jacket was quite fitted.
So, if he were to pin it for her, his hand could graze her breast and not just once.
“Ah,” his eyes rolled.
He just got himself in a tricky situation.
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