Chapter 304.<h4><b><strong>Chapter 304. My Birthday: </strong>Training Course. (3/8)</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What does it mean, punk?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A teen with grandiose delusions. Someone who desperately wants to stand out and has convinced themselves that they have hidden knowledge or secret powers.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not any of those things!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up, you’re freaking loud. And seriously, take off the face mask already if you’re not even sick, it’s embarrassing just watching you wear it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised my right arm up and tugged on the gap between the fabric and her ear with my index finger. When it came off her eyes widened in shock as her lips parted slightly. She was quick to react and covered below eye level with her right hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you think you’re doing? Are you an idiot? Pulling off the mask of the Faceless gang’s leader, do you have a death wish?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Faceless… gang?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Are you now starting to understand the consequences of your actions, you fool? But it’s toote for you to regret-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell is the Faceless gang? Is that the best name you coulde up with for your imaginary gang?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-I-Imaginary?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. You don’t seriously expect me to believe a gang would have a childish and embarrassing name like Faceless, do you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh… Childish… and embarrassing?” She mumbled to herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And what did you call yourself just now? The Faceless gang’s leader? I’m supposed to believe a girl like you is a gang leader? I must look pretty gullible to you. Seriously, how old are you even to be ying pretend gang leader? When are you going to grow up?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“ying pretend… grow up?” My words seemed to have done some serious damage.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But… I’m 19… and I’m not pretending…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re 19 already?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t look at me like I’m pitiful and too far gone!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How are you not too far gone? At the age of 19, you’re only now getting your motorcycle license? Could it be that you weren’t able to pass the knowledge test until now? You’re not going to tell me you’ve been trying to pass for thest three years, are you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“S-Shut up, I’m not good with studying for stuff. Don’t make fun of me. If you’re such a big shot, how many attempts did it take you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heh. Are you sure you want to know? You might have your heart broken in the process. Ignorance is bliss you know, there are some things you’re better off not knowing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up and tell me. You’re just makin crap up to avoid tellin me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head and sighed, “Haaaah. It can’t be helped. Here.” I took out my license and held it up in front of her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you showin me this for? What’s this supposed to prove?” She scrunched her brows up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I get you’re a bit slow, but don’t you see my date of birth?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh… uh, it’s your birthday today?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What of it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How old am I now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… what? Only 16? So what if you’re 16 though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do I have to spell everything out for you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I said that, realization slowly started to sink in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way. That means… you got your license... today? You could only take the test today… your first attempt? This can’t be... possible…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it is. Your eighth-grader syndrome might not allow you to ept this reality, but I passed it on my first attempt.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“T-This can’t be real! I’ve been trying every week since I turned 16 and I only passed a few days ago.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked at her disgusted and asked, “Seriously… just how dumb are you? How much money did you waste trying to pass that knowledge test? You know they only have so many questions they can ask and it’s not like they can change them that much in a short period of time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It took me half a year just to get my ss 5L license. The rest of the time was for the ss 6M license… it’s cost me between $1500 to $1800 to reach this point yet it only took you $20. Where is the justice in this world?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It cost you that much… my wallet’s bleeding just from hearing about it. Isn’t your life too miserable?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up! I don’t want to hear it. And give me back my face mask, you jerk!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her left arm shot out toward the face mask in my right hand. I unconsciously pulled it back and her hand passed through empty space.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you think you’re doin? Give it back. Now.” She demanded sternly. For some inexplicable reason, those burly men were sweating. Come on, do you guys seriously believe this harmless girl with eighth-grader syndrome is some big-shot gang leader? She’s pulled the wool over your eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you obediently give my face mask back now, I won’t kill you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You really want this back that badly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a symbol of my identity.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you want it back you’ve obviously got to have something to exchange for it. How about $5 and I’ll give it back?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You… you’re seriously trying to get money out of me to return my own possession?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I found it for you, so it’s only natural that I should be rewarded for finding the item you carelessly misced, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? But you took it from me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I never took anything from you. Right, guys? It just coincidentally fell off your face into my hand and I caught it. Since I found it and I’m returning it, don’t you think it’s only right that she rewards me for putting in so much effort to find it for her.” If she wanted to y pretend gang leader, the best way to deal with her was to not cower back and be even more of a deviant than her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After I sought their opinion on the matter, strange looks formed on the faces of the six burly men. They neither nodded nor shook their heads to refute my words and remained dead silent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re... utterly shameless.” The girl grimaced to herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? Not going to pay up? Should I use this thing for toilet paper or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’d dare use it for toilet paper? This level of disrespect… I’ve never experienced this degree of rage before. Killin you wouldn’t even suffice to quell my anger at this point…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, how scary~” I nonchntly spun her face mask around my index finger in the air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look… I don’t have any money on me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You don’t have any money? If you don''t, why don’t you go borrow some from one of them?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s no way I can do that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Are you secretly afraid of them?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Afraid? Hah! If anyone’s afraid of anyone, it’s them who are afraid of me.” The way one of them unconsciously nodded their head in agreement with her words caught me a bit off guard. Seriously? Are there burly appearances just for show?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“For a gang leader like me to go and borrow money from others, there’s no way I could. My pride won’t allow it. Extorting money is only appropriate for a gang leader… but I can’t do that here or I’ll get cklisted from every provider for the training course and never be able to get my license.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. You’re still going on about that gang leader nonsense?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because I aaaaaaammm~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? So you finally believe me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m just starting to feel bad for bullying a broke delusional girl with an obvious mental disorder.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“B-Broke… D-Delusiosional… m-mental disorder… hah… hah… hah…” She was fuming and trying to keep her anger under control.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re only 16… but you’re actually this good at pissing people off. You’ve even got shamelessness down to a T. Is this what they call talent? Could you actually be a prodigy gangster in the making? Honestly, I could use someone like you in my gang.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Me, be a gangster? Hah, I’d never be a wannabe gangster like you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hah… wannabe… hah… gangster…” She’d taken another heavy blow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be sure... to remember you…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I’m so scared~ but I’ve already got more women than I want remembering me, so please move on, okay?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who’d ever be interested in you that way?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You… have a girlfriend? How could anyone ever put up with you in a rtionship?” She seemed genuinely shocked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No idea. Your guess is as good as mine.” I feel like I get asked this too much.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t even have a boyfriend. I’m actually losing to a guy like this? God is dead… There is no justice in the world.”