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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 37.

Chapter 37.

    Chapter 37.


    <b>Chapter 37. A Date? (1/13)</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Fast forward a week and a day and it was Sunday. Where was I on this particr Sunday? Well… it was definitely a situation I would have never expected.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seated to my right was a boy and girl I’d never met before in my life. We wereplete strangers who should have absolutely nothing to do with each other. We didn’t even attend the same high school.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, ignoring the two who were obviously a couple, directly in front of me was arge screen. It was dark in the room, but everyone had their eyes glued to the screen to our front. What does one think of when couples are mentioned sitting in front of arge screen in a dark room?


    <span style="font-weight:400">A movie theatre.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yes, I was at the movies.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now, what was the soft sensation squeezing down on my left arm?


    <span style="font-weight:400">If one looked over, they would know right away. They might even be jealous.


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, to me, this situation could hardly be described as an enviable one. It was unpleasant. My day off from work had to be spent here of all ces. I don’t even care to watch movies.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Stuck with a stupid couple on my right and my mortal enemy on my left, I was trapped and unable to escape. Even if there was a path to escape I wouldn’t be able to. I was being ckmailed by my mortal enemy after all. If I didn’t listen to her my secret would be revealed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My ckmailer, the nicest girl in the world, was nothing but an evil viiness in my eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now, how did I end up in this situation? Well, we’d have to go back to yesterday while I was at work and begin from there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was just another normal day at work for me. Or so I’d like to say. For thest five days, there had been another change. That change was the popr girl’s interaction with me at work. She’de in at the same time every day and collect her drink that I’d preemptively move to the front in secret every time. That much hadn’t changed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, if there were customers in the store she’d wait for them to leave before approaching the counter. As long as there weren’t any other customers around and it was just me and my coworker she’d stick around and start talking to us cheerfully. Yuna didn’t even seem bothered despite how she always had her eyes glued to her book.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d simply listen off to the side and asionally chime in as this popr girl chatted up a storm with me with a wide smile on her face while leaning over the counter to close the distance to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But today, things took a strange turn when she came in today and saw the store was empty. She immediately collected her drink and approached the counter. As soon as she put it down she bowed forward while pping her hands together and said, “Please go out with me on a date tomorrow!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wanted to scream ‘no,’ but the way she looked up at me with upturned eyes seemed to suggest she’d reveal my secret if I refused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Though something happened that prevented me from even trying to refuse.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna spoke up and said with the smile of a troublemaker interested in such a juicy topic, “Sure. Sure. No problem at all. He’ll absolutely ept. Sunday is his day off anyway and I’m certain he’s got nothing better to do with his time. If he doesn’t ept, I''ll report him to our boss for refusing such a pretty and sincere youngdy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She epted the date on my behalf. I shot her an intense re and wanted to say something but she treated me like air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The girl bowed to Yuna and gave her thanks, “Thank you very much.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not a problem.” She smiled at her with an unusually warm look in her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then… this Sunday at 9:00 AM, can you meet me here?” She slipped a piece of paper over the counter with the location to meet up. It also had her phone number on it. She’d taken advantage of the situation and used the opportunity to give me her number.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.” I groaned. With my coworker pushily epting the date on my behalf and revealing my typical Sunday where I did nothing, I didn’t have a real excuse I could make to turn her down. She also had her hands on my secret as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After she left I opened my mouth and asked, “What do you think you’re doing? She’s a high schooler while I’m in university and you epted her request for a date on my behalf?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, she’s such a good-natured girl. I figured I’d do you the favor of epting on your behalf since I was sure you’d try to turn her down knowing your personality. Looking at her earnest pure eyes filled with sincerity, doesn’t it just fill you with the desire to protect that smile of hers? Don’t you dare hurt her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a short pause, she continued, “Also, I quite like this customer and want her to keep shopping here. She’s like a breath of fresh airpared to the guys whoe in here to buy things with the sole objective of hitting on me just because I’m a girl they have an easy excuse to talk to. If you turned her down, it might have made things awkward for her and she would no longere around. Just know that I’ll never forgive you if that happens and I’ll make all your shifts hell if she stopsing here because of you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">This popr girl’s powers were far too scary. She’d known Yuna for far less time than me, yet her bond with her had easily usurped the extent of my work rtionship with this fellow coworker of mine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why did I make an enemy of such a formidable girl again? Was I an idiot? Did I have eyes and fail to recognize Mount Tai? I couldn’t help but think, if this girl really saw me as an enemy instead of someone she wanted to befriend, couldn’t she easily crush me. She wouldn’t even need to so much as raise her pinky to squash me out of existence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was honestly outssed when it came to social points. If she was at the top of the leaderboards, then I was the person inst ce. She’d be a filthy big spender whale… no, make that leviathan, while I was a measly F2P.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The only way for an impoverished F2P like me to beat such a well-fed leviathan was a lot of time, patience, and skill.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I could only remorse over the sense of powerlessness I felt whenever dealing with this youngdy. She had me defeated. The little forms of resistance I put up against her all felt futile. She’d be pushed away only toe back stronger than ever before. It was like a protagonist with unlimited final forms. Just when you beat one of their final forms they would use the power of friendship and love to ascend to even higher heights.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Plot armor. This girl definitely had plot armor on her side. I might as well interact with her under the assumption she is the main character type in a story and I’m just a small fry she can crush at any moment. I would make an attack against her, then she’d reveal to me that she was only using 1% of her true power.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ah, it was frustrating. So very frustrating.


    <span style="font-weight:400">For the remainder of my shift, I remorsed over such iprehensible things.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The morning of our date, there really wasn’t much I had the will to do to make this girl hate me. I’d proimed myself as her mortal enemy, but on a personal level, even I didn’t want to see her sad. She was just that strong.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The farthest I was willing to go to make her hate me was to show up an hourte.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I showed up at the designated ce, a cafe in the city at 10:00 AM, she had already been there for over an hour. As soon as she saw me she didn’t voice a realint, she was quite happy to see me at all in fact.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rather thanin about me taking so long, she did the exact opposite. She told me, “Only an hourte? Aren’t you a bit too soft? I’de here expecting to wait at least a few hours for you to show up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Hearing that I had an awkward look on my face. An hourte by her standards was me being too soft?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But it’s good that you didn’te toote otherwise things might have gotten a bit difficult.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she suddenly said that I was a bit confused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What would have gotten difficult?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, well… let’s just sit here and talk for a bit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She took out her phone and seemingly sent a text message to someone before she put her phone down on the table while on the home screen.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t get a chance to see who she texted, but I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when I saw the questionable wallpaper on her phone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That picture…”
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