Chapter 299._Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth

Chapter 299.

 Chapter 299. My Birthday: Knowledge Test. (4/6)

 “I’m... not lying.” The woman who suddenly had the tables turned on her was finally on the defensive.

 “Okay then~ how about we call the police and have them test for fingerprints and listen to this story from beginning to end? If his fingerprints are on your leg then it can’t be helped, right? But if for some reason calling the police to do this would be a problem, we could just drop this entire ordeal and let my son try the vision test again with a different eye chart. Even if he passes this time, it still won’t count anyway, so what’s the harm?”

 The woman had an extremely ugly look on her face. If the police were brought into this and checked for my fingerprints on her clothes and leg, there naturally wouldn’t be any trace since I’d really never touched her at all.

 “Since your son is still young and doesn’t know any better, I guess I can drop this matter. But if he ever does it again, I’ll definitely report him to the police.”

 “Alright~ sure~” Irene raised her right index finger up in front of her lip before she continued, “But you don’t need to worry about him touching you, he’s already got a girlfriend who’s far prettier than you. With your shitty personality and how ugly you are as a person, you’d best in line for women my son would ever be interested in touching~” Her words were ruthless.

 Irene, please, stop. Even I feel the invisible knife you’re stabbing her in the gut with.

 The woman unable to hold a candle to Irene redirected her furious gaze at me. If a look could kill, hers definitely would.

 Somehow I’d made another enemy who couldn’t stand existing under the same sun as me.

 “So… haha… I can redo the vision test now?” I awkwardly sought her permission.

 “Yes,” she grimaced with a sour look on her face.

 When her coworker judged the incident was over, he returned to his original position and helped the next person who needed help.

 The woman put up a new eye chart and I redid the vision test again. This time, with my group watching closely, she did it normally.

 From the first row, I worked my way down and read off the letters one by one.

 When I got to the eighth row for 20/20 vision, I read out the letters, “U-A-Z-N-F-D-T-N.” It’d been smooth sailing and I didn’t get a single letter incorrect up to this point.

 “There, we’re done,” the woman abruptly dered the end of the vision test as soon as I finished the eighth row and didn’t allow me to proceed any further.

 “We’re done? But there are three more rows of letters below that one.”

 “You’re just barely getting them all correct by straining yourself, doing so isn’t good for your eyes.” She gave a seeminglypassionate reason. Her overly spiteful nature made me wonder whether I’d killed her whole family in myst life, but to my recollection, there was no such event.

 I blurted out the letters quickly before she was able to take down the eye chart, “The ninth row’s letters are, L-E-F-O-D-P-C-T. The tenth row’s are, F-D-P-L-T-C-E-O. The eleventh row, P-E-Z-O-L-C-F-T-D. Am I right or wrong?”

 “Unfortunately, your random guesses are all wrong.” The woman immediately gave a snarky response filled with attitude as she stepped in front of the eye chart and took it down.

 “Hmmm? That’s weird, it looked to me like they’re all right though.” Irene tilted her head to one side and said that.

 “They weren’t.”

 “Why are you taking down the new eye chart so quickly?”

 “Because it’s no longer needed.”

 “Can I see it again?” Irene inquired.

 “No, we’re not allowed to do that.”

 “Why not?”

 “It’s thepany’s policy.”

 “I see… Then, can you at least tell us what the correct letters were? That way I can have a better idea of how bad my son’s eyesight might be.”

 The woman rolled her eyes and read the letters on the eye chart aloud while looking down at it disinterestedly, “NPHTAFXU, XDFHPTZA, and FAXTDNHUP.”

 “Hmm… this really is strange.”

 “What’s strange?”

 “Not even one letter was correct. Don’t you think even if he was guessing random letters, at least one would be right?” Irene pulled out her phone and continued, “If we do the math… let’s see, twenty-five over twenty-six to the power of twenty-five… the odds of him getting the letter wrong twenty-five times in a row when guessing randomly is about 37.5%.”

 “That’s just how bad your son’s eyesight really is. Haha, but not only is your son blind, he’s also extremely unlucky. You have such a pitiful son.”

 “Haaaah.” Irene sighed, tilted her head to one side as she held her cheek, and said, “Really, I couldn’t agree more. My son is quite the unlucky boy.”

 I second that. I must be cursed by women.

 “By the way, before we leave, what were the letters on the eighth row again?”

 “Huh? Uh… that’s… why do you care?”

 “Well, I was just curious whether he actually got them all correct. I want to double-check to make sure as I’m starting to have doubts. Did he really get them all correct or were you just trying to be nice to make him feel better about failing so pitifully on his first attempt?”

 “He got them all correct, are you doubting my ability to impartially administer this test?”

 Impartial? Bitch, do you even know what that word means?

 “Not at all. I simply want to know what the letters were again.”

 “...”

 “Is there a problem with my request?”

 “No… the letters were… pntuhxdf,” she rapidly mumbled them all out in one go.

 “Hmm… was that what the letters were? I feel like they weren’t.”

 “Isn’t that just because you’re getting old? Your memory is probably going? You’re practically a granny, aren’t you?”

 “Hoho~ yes, I suppose I am getting quite old these days. Maybe those were the letters after all.”

 Rosa suddenly opened her mouth and came to the rescue, “Oh, Irene, it looks like the camera app on my phone opened up when I hugged Alicia earlier and it appears the record got pressed as well. It looks like everything was recorded so we can actually verify all the letters for sure this way. How lucky.”

 What’s going on right now? Well, when this woman took down the eye chart, she’d immediately swapped it out for a different one behind the counter in case we wanted to verify the letters on the ninth to eleventh rows. She was also anticipating that we might get forceful and try to snatch it away from her.

 She only thought about us checking thest three rows and never even considered that we’d want to check a row I’d gotten correct. After all, nobody ever cared about answers they got correct. From a psychological perspective, it was natural to only care about the answers you got incorrect.

 Her n was to flip the tables and turn all of us into the bad guys. We’d be the ones to get in trouble should we forcefully snatch the eye chart away from her.

 It was a shame for her, Irene’s tag team y with Rosa skillfully countered her cheap little trick.

 Seriously, why are psychological mind games everywhere I go these days? It’s a bloody knowledge test for my learner’s permit! It’s not that deep! Cut me some ck!

 I wanted toin, but I had no one toin to.

 The male representative who’d busied himself with other clients had watched the entire ordeal on the sidelines from the corner of his eye. He hadn’t stepped in once to help his colleague after he returned to his work. It was obvious he didn’t want to get stuck in the middle of a catfight.

 “You… recorded everything?” The woman asked warily.

 “Yes. Is there a problem?” Rosa asked as if she were clueless to the woman’s internal plight. She turned her phone to the woman and pressed the y button.

 “Sir, how may I help you today?”

 Once she’d confirmed the existence of the video was for real, I stretched my hand out and paused the video. “Now, now. There’s no need to go through all this trouble. The fact of the matter is, I failed the vision test the first time. It can’t be helped. We shouldn’t keep troubling her with all these minor little things. We should just be thankful that she was kind enough to let me try the vision test for a second time.”

 Yes, I’d stepped in and yed the role of the nice guy.

 “Are you sure?” Irene asked with a yful smile.

 “Yes. I can wrap up things here on my own now.”

 “If you say so~”

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