Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be nervous if the vice-president from next door came to me. After all, I'm not under his jurisdiction.
And I'm not a girl either. My sexual orientation is very normal. No matter how good he looks, it has nothing to do with me. I'm even a little jealous.
But now, I've just drunk a bottle of some strange beverage of unknown origins and obtained the abilities of an Assassin I've been dreaming of. No matter who comes near me, I can't help but feel uneasy, afraid that others might discover my secret.
At this moment, the silver-haired guy stops in front of me and says coldly, "Do you have a lighter?"
Uh… This isn't an attitude a person should have when asking someone for help. Why are you looking at someone like you're looking at an object?
Also, the greatest hobby of youngsters nowadays is to stay up late instead of smoking. Why would I bring a lighter with me?
"No." I shake my head.
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