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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 399.

Chapter 399.

    Chapter 399.


    <strong>Chapter 399. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: Things Get Steamy Down by the Stream. (5/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ssssss… ssssss… kkkkk…” I hissed through my gritted teeth every time the wet cotton cue tip touched the cuts on my back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’d been a very long time since I’d experienced this sort of thing. Somehow my thoughts wandered back to my elementary school days. I used to get scrapes on my elbows and knees all the time, practically on a daily basis.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I used to y basketball with some other kids during recess. I was always pickedst when making teams though since I wasn’t exactly friends with anyone. I was just there to equal out the numbers on the teams.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was a lot of roughhousing and we yed on concrete with small rocks and gravel littered about the ground. The surface wasn’t even that t, it was unleveled, filled with a few bumps here and there, which made things even worse if you fell.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We didn’t have basketball hoops, rather, we shot it into a wide funnel-shaped apparatus. The opening to the funnel at the top was probably about ten feet tall and it had three tube-shaped exits, or entrances depending on how you looked at it. If you mmed it directly into one of those three tubr openings pointed slightly downward at the bottom it counted as a dunk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I suppose it was more appropriate to call this funnel ball than basketball despite how we used a basketball to y. As a child, I never really made that distinction. It was only now when I thought back to it did I realize this.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Anyway, pushing people and fouling were prettymon. Nobody cared about stuff like fouls. It was every man for themselves. But I definitely got targeted a lot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But as a stupid kid, I didn’t think much about it. It was fun even though I got injured a lot. I’d ruined a lot of jeans this way though. I’d go home with my knees and elbows bleeding a lot. Whenever my mother noticed those scrapes, she’d disinfect them with hydrogen peroxide, then p some bandaids over them while giving me an earful about being more careful.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She naturally didn’t notice them all since she was often very busy with her jobs. I also did my best to hide them because I dreaded the stinging sensation that came with the hydrogen peroxide. Thinking about it now, it’s a miracle I never got an infection even once back then.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There, all done.” Rosa interrupted my little trip down memoryne and patted down on the tworge square-shaped bandages she’d stuck on my back.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You took that better than I expected,” Rosaplimented.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I used to get scrapes that had to be disinfected pretty frequently so I’m sort of used to it. Though it’s still been quite a while since thest time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When was this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Back in elementary school.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You never really talk about your old schools much.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There really isn’t much to talk about after all. I didn’t really do anything much during those days.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You really didn’t make any friends back then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course not. I never have.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Were you bullied a lot or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What makes you think that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your antisocial personality.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was born antisocial.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Even as a child I didn’t cry or make a lot of noise like other kids. I typically just kept quiet and to myself. I was gically programmed to be the way I am.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s a load of shit. You were definitely bullied. Tell the truth or I’ll dump the entire bottle of hydrogen peroxide on the cuts on your back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, I get it. I guess I was sort of bullied.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You guess? Sort of?” She pressed the cue tip against my back. It felt like she was holding me up at gunpoint.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, I was bullied. It’s not a big deal. Put the cue tip down already.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How were you bullied?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not important, and these days, I don’t particrly care that I was bullied either. I’m more or less indifferent to all of that, it’s all in the past now. I’m satisfied with the way I turned out. I learned how to survive and endure hardships thanks to those days.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“From my perspective, being bullied was just a way of tempering myself. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I’m d I was bullied. If I wasn’t, I might have be some soft, entitled, sheltered little brat crying over every little problem in the world.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m also not scarred because I was bullied or anything. I came out stronger thanks to it. I learned to adapt to the scorn and ridicule of others and how to fight back when I needed to.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The trend where bullying is being cracked down on in many schools to outright eliminate it these days is very short-sighted in my opinion. Bullying is a necessary part of life and the development process to build depth in character. There are times it can go too far, but that doesn’t mean it should bepletely removed from schoolspletely. It has its own role to y. If it is removed, you just end up with a bunch of brats, out-of-touch with reality, raised in an isted ss greenhouse who don’t know how to survive when suddenly thrown into the outside world.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you say so. I don’t really care about all that though, I just wanted to know more about my boyfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well now you know more, don’t you? Shouldn’t you be satisfied with what you found out?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I want to know more, you rarely tell me anything. Don’t you want to know more about me too?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s plenty of time for that. If we found out everything about each other right away all in one go, wouldn’t we just get bored and never have anything else to look forward to talking about in the future? There wouldn’t be anything else to find out after that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you n to tease me by dangling bits and pieces in front of me every now and then like bait?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was it a bad habit I’d developed as an author?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Probably. Otherwise it’d just be an infodump and you wouldn’t be as invested, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re terrible~ Your girlfriend loves you so much yet you won’t even give her a little special treatment.” She slumped her arms over my shoulders, snuggled my neck between her bare breasts from behind, and rubbed her cheek up against the back of my head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After we’d talked for a while, the sullen mood she’d been in not too long ago improved significantly. She was back to her usual self which was a relief to see.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While she was in this position, I ced my hands under her bottom and stood up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re never getting back to our campsite at this rate.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re going to carry me?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I haven’t even put on my clothes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then would you like me to put you down so you can change and walk back yourself?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... no, I’m good. Carry me~ carry me~” She sounded abnormally happy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I used one hand to pick up the medkit along with our clothes on the rock then handed them over to Rosa to hold onto.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I then walked over to the rock Rosa left her ck tank top and bra on only to stop in my tracks and ask, “Hey, Rosa?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is… the rock you left your clothes on top of, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She tilted her head to the right to peek over my shoulder before she confirmed, “Huh, uh… yeah, it is…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When you rushed off… without your sandals on top of it, the wind must have blown them away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. This sucks.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. It’s pretty dark too, we might not find it even if we look for it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just forget it. It’s not like I didn’t bring some extra clothes with me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We only brought two sets with us to travel light though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pulled out my phone from my pants pocket, turned on the shlight, and held it up to Rosa.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hold the shlight steady for me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just put me down if you n to look for it. It’s not like I can’t walk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine. I’ll just walk a bit along the stream. If we get lucky we might find it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Are you actually enjoying this and don’t want to put me down?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’m enjoying it. Is there a problem if I enjoy it? You’re the one who wanted me to enjoy it in the first ce, aren’t you?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing to say?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She grabbed her right forearm with her left hand in front of my chest and said, “Just shut up and walk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. As you wish, your highnass.” She wriggled a bit when I squeezed her bottom with my hands beneath her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I walked a short distance whIle Rosa shone the shlight from left to right along the ground between the thicket of trees and the stream.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, look! Look! Over there! Over there! My top snagged on a rock in the stream!” Rosa eximed as soon as she spotted it. As she pointed out, it really was there. Along our side of the stream, partially submerged in the water. The flow of water had kept it stuck to the rock. She was in luck.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I approached the rock, thankfully it was close enough that I didn’t need to take off my shoes and step in the water.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I squatted down in front of the rock, reached out over the water, and retrieved it. Unfortunately, it seems her bra wasn’t here. I handed it over to her before I rose to my feet with her still on my back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. My bra… I doubt we’ll find it. Let’s just head back. It’s already pretty chilly out and you’ve got to dry your hair off or you’ll catch a cold.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah…” the way she said that told me otherwise.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s search a little more.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s really fine, you don’t need to worry about it. We can search for it in the morning when the sun is out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t bother listening and continued down the stream.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’re you being stubborn for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not being stubborn. I’ll turn back in a few minutes if we don’t see it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine. Just a few minutes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sadly, we didn’te across it and had to head back. It was best to cut our losses at that and not push it. Retrieving one out of two was better than nothing.
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