Co-translator : yukifeebleu
Chapter 8: Fresh Milk and Kondo Rice
Afraid!
“Which dog slapped me on the head!!” The unfortunate Somchat rubbed his head in frustration.
“Sorry I'm not a dog ... like I have to be ‘hero’ only!” The man slapped his friend's head, raising his eyebrows.
The tall figure wiggled his paws and ordered his friend to move.
“You didn't care a bit. Choose to tell me your place.” replied Somchat.
On the table was a tall, slim MacBook, and he just walked away and smoked it, came back and took his place by a dog.
Somchat cursed in his throat when his long legs kicked his ass to dodge until he had to nudge it so badly that at night the tall man sat down instead.
Hands stroking the gloomy face, writing with his own mustache a few times, secretly a little annoyed that the mustache grows faster, even though he just shaved yesterday, because he is a person who has a mustache that grows fast, he has to shave often, but because he's busy, he forgets that. But shaving to enhance the handsome, so just take a shower, sometimes not take a shower at all.
After finishing this class, didn't he get eczema at all?!
Even though he was annoyed , the program is still open and waiting to pop up suddenly. Somchat, the greedy person turned his head to look.
“Who?”
The image in the open program is a small, pale-skinned man with a small face, almost half obscured by his large glasses. The person's face is wide, as if shocked by something, a pale pink-orange-dotted mouth holding a green candy until the cheeks come out.
The overall look is nothing outstanding, but it looks natural as the sunlight hitting the person's body makes it look brighter.
“Minions dables...”
The answer didn't enlighten his friend Somchat at all. There were only question marks floating on top of his head.
What is it?
