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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 213.

Chapter 213.

    Chapter 213.<h4><b><strong>Chapter 213. Valentine’s Day: </strong>Morning. (2/3)</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What, are you getting turned on checking me out you disgusting creep?” When she realized I was scrutinizing her appearance she suddenly asked me that with an expression of visible revulsion and disgust.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heeeeeell no. I’m just wondering what sort of walking freak show I’ve had the misfortune of encountering today. What kind of moron dresses like this in winter? You really are brain dead like I thought, aren’t you?” I couldn’t help but marvel at what kind of idiot it took toe out dressed like this in winter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wimp, it’s not even that cold anymore. Minus twenty is nothing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, it’s nothing if you’re dressed appropriately, but you? You’ve definitely got loose screws in that empty head of yours.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You wanna throw down, dick head?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No thank you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You think ‘cause you’re a guy I can beat you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I don’t pointlessly waste energy on fighting with fists. I only fight with words.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tsk. Pussy.” She let go of my cor and pushed me back in a foul mood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, this escted quite fast.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I picked up my phone which had fallen out of my hand when she pulled on my cor, stood up from my seat, and left without another word. The little scene we’d caused had drawn a lot of eyes and I wanted to get out of here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What a pain in the ass. I hope I never run into that crazy goth chick ever again. No, actually, I hope I do run into her. Not good, not good. That was a close one, I almost tripped a future encounter g. I have to be more conscious of such things. When you don’t want something to happen the world has a way of screwing you over. That reminds me, I still have a small bridge to jump off of.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I should really find one to jump off of soon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Since there was still time until the mall opened I walked around for some time and scouted the area to see if I could find a small bridge.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was arge river that ran through this area, the same one that passed by the university, so if I was lucky there might be a small stream with a bridge somewhere around here for me to jump off of.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I leaned on the railing of the bridge over therge river it stretched over and opened up the surrounding map on my phone. I zoomed in with the satellite view and scanned the region along the river to find any small streams that branched off from it. It didn’t take long before I found what I was looking for. There was a small stream that branched off into a park within a thirty-minute walking distance from where I was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As I’d found my target I walked along the bridge until I got to the side of the river the stream was on. I walked down along the path down to the bottom and embarked on a smallpletely pointless little adventure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thirty minutester I made it to a small bridge that stretched out over a frozen-over stream of water. I climbed on top of the railing and looked down below. It didn’t look very deep and the drop wasn’t too far. I judged the thickyer of ice wouldn’t break from a short fall of a meter or two.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While I stood there looking down, someone suddenly called out to me, “You idiot! Are you trying to kill yourself!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stiffly turned my head and discovered a certain goth chick had followed me here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell? Are you some sort of creepy stalker? Please go away. I have business to attend to here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Business? You mean suicide?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Suicide?” I tilted my head to the side and looked at her strangely.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, you were obviously so depressed that the girl you suddenly bumped into on Valentine’s Day by pure chance so heartlessly shot you down that you walked out dejected with your head down. I got a bit worried that you might go and do something short-sighted likemitting suicide so I followed after you when I noticed you heading down the river bank.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Huh? Is that how I looked? No, I’m just a naturally gloomy guy. Did she develop that sort of misunderstanding because of that?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wait, wait, wait a damned minute here! Is this not mirroring the words I said before? Yeah, that’s right, the whole point of jumping off a bridge was to avoid a situation where I would no longer be able to count the number of women I was involved with on one hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wasn’t this situation… like… a really bad one?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I broke out into cold sweat as I tried to process what to do.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you jump, I’ll jump.” The idiot goth girl suddenly climbed up onto the railing and said that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dumbass, what does that achieve?” I facepalmed as I asked her that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s obviously a deterrent for you to not jump, duh.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t mean to kill the mood, but have you even taken a look at how deep the stream is here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? What do you mean?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The bridge here was quite literally built over the shallowest point in the stream. Nobody’s going to die from jumping off of it. If I was going to jump off a bridge tomit suicide, I’d obviously choose a much taller one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wha- for real?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Then why are you jumping off such a short bridge?” She tilted her head to one side and asked with visible confusion in her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“To avoid a fate worse than death,” I answered seriously with boundless conviction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… jumping off a short bridge like this will help you avoid a fate worse than death? How? I don’t get it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Freedom. Jumping off this bridge represents freedom. I say screw this world and its ironic twists of fate. Such unfunny jokes, really.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t get it at all…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to get it. Now, can you please get down from this railing and leave. Actually, scratch that, just fall down from it, break your neck on the ice below, and die please.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why don’t you go die instead? Really, why was I even concerned about such a piece of shitmitting suicide? Go jump, idiot. When you break your neck, see if I care.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sprung forward, pushing off the railing with all my strength and no hesitation. Inded on the ice, my body facing the bank as I squatted down low like I was snowboarding, I slid across the surface just barely keeping my bnce and staying on my feet. When I came to a stop, I breathed out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the ice hadn’t broken under my weight.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Honestly, my heartbeat sped up quite a bit both while mid-fall and keeping my bnce across the ice. Even if a fall like that wouldn’t hurt very much, it was still a bit nerve-wracking. I’de to a stop about ten meters away from the bridge. The ice was quite slippery and very smooth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was only a very thinyer of snow covering it, someone had likely cleared it away at some point during the winter to use it for ice skating or something. No, considering the length of the straights of this stream, it may have actually been used as a mock precision speed skating course to really test one’s control atop the ice when under pressure. If you messed up a bit, you’d fly headfirst into the tall snowbanks on the sides of the stream.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If it was simple ice skating, the wide river would have been more than sufficient.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! That looked kind of fun.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I suddenly heard that from my side in the direction of the bridge I’d jumped off of.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The instant I turned my head, I saw the goth girl mid-air on the way down to the ice. She somehownded it and mimicked my actions sliding across the ice on her feet. She was on a collision course with me, so I took a step back on the ice to get out of her way. As long as you applied perpendicr force and kept your horizontal force minimal it was possible to walk atop the ice. Living in a winter climate, you became ustomed to keeping your bnce and walking very carefully through the snow every day for months on end.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The goth girl passed right by where I stood seconds before and slid three meters farther before she suddenly lost her bnce and fell on her back. She had a pair of knee-high thick goth boots with several metallic belt buckle clips along two slits on each side of both boots that revealed her skin beneath. Though her boots had thick heels, it was still much harder to keep her bnce with a smaller t surface area in contact with the ice.
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