British Criminals

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Felix' morning was somehow even less eventful than Jake's had been, since his soulmate had had half a brain to leave behind a note with his name, phone number, and address. But even without all that, Felix would've been able to know that it was Andy Lau anyways. He could see the Bremin main street through the window, there was a huge Bear Grylls poster on the wall, and the room was cluttered with books. The printer and computer in the corner were a dead giveaway too, especially considering that Andy's English essay about his heritage was still open. It had been assigned only one day prior but Andy already had six pages of text, no pictures. Felix hadn't known what to write. His family was probably just a bunch of criminals from Britain, he was a white Australian, of course they were.

He decided to go look through some drawers. Sure, he knew who his soulmate was, but he didn't know who his soulmate was, if that makes sense. He'd seen Andy in the halls often enough, and they'd talked occasionally on days when Ellen was out ill and Felix didn't feel like sitting alone at lunch, but they'd never had any actual meaningful conversations.
He rummaged through some desk drawers and only found binders full of school work, a lot of pens, paper, more books, and other such stuff.
He kept looking for a little while until something in the corner caught his eye. The Bear Grylls poster wasn't attached to the wall in one corner. 'Gotcha' Felix thought to himself, and he walked over to check if his suspicions were right. The other bottom corner also came off pretty easily, so Felix could push the poster up and grab the notebook that was in the perfectly notebook-shaped hole in the wall. If you want to learn about a person, read their notebooks. That's why Felix hadn't left a note for Andy, he was sure he could figure it out. He carefully opened the notebook, being extra cautious since he knew how much Andy preferred to keep things clean.

The notebook was...not what Felix had suspected. He'd thought it was gonna be full of maths or maybe a diary-like thing like he had, but no. Not that Felix knew what it was, he had no way to figure it out considering the fact that Andy had written it in Mandarin, but he was at least sure it wasn't maths. The way it was structured almost made him think that they were recipes. He glanced at the clock, five minutes left, and sat down at the computer, wanting to translate at least some of it. The essay caught his eye again. Singapore, that was where Andy's family were from.
He quickly opened google translate and typed in a bunch of cake ingredients in English, so he could translate them to Mandarin and check his theory.

However, right as he was clicking translate, he passed out.

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