Chapter 303.

Chapter 303.Chapter 303. My Birthday: Training Course. (2/8)

After a short three-minute drive, we reached the turnoff for the motorcycle dealership. I didn’t miss it.

Irene who saw that had a smug look on her face.

‘So you do want me to do whatever I want to you. How honest of you~’ With her right index finger on her lower lip, she transmitted those words to me through her eyes when I glanced her way.

‘I just don’t want to somehow end up late.’ I signaled to her with an eye roll.

‘Sure, sure. I totally~ believe you~’ She conveyed back to me when she tilted her head to one side with one eye closed, the other half open, and a wide smile on her face.

With how intimate we were, we could convey a lot to each other through simple little gestures and our eyes. It wasn’t just with Irene though, it was the same with Rosa and Alicia. I also worked together with those two every other day during the week and the three of us had now lived together for over three months.

In the rear-view mirror, the two of them were having their own wordless conversation.

As for my interpretation of their own unspoken interaction, it was simply, ‘There’s something up with them.’

Alicia nodded back to Rosa in agreement.

Well, since I’d arrived at my destination, I made a run for it before I could be interrogated.

I parked up outside the entrance, quickly handed the keys over to Irene, popped the trunk, and dipped on her before they could ask anything. It was Irene’s problem now.

“I’ll see you guys later,” I said as I opened the door and exited the vehicle.

When I made my way around the back of the car, I retrieved my helmet from the trunk before I entered the building. On my way in, Irene wound down the window and said, “We’ll pick you up later. In the meantime, rather than waiting around doing nothing, I’ll let these two take turns practicing their driving.”

“Sure.”

“Text me when you’re almost done, okay~?”

“I will.”

When I entered the dealership that offered the training course I approached the burly man behind the reception desk.

“Hi, I’m here to take the motorcycle training course.”

“Waz yer name, boy?” The receptionist had a coarse scruffy voice. The type one who’d smoked too much in their lifetime.

“Ran... Sozen.”

“Good. My name’s Harley Gunner.”

I didn’t ask. Of course I didn’t dare say that out loud to this scary-looking receptionist., lez see ere... oh, there ya are. Can I see yer license, son?”

“Sure... uh, here you go.”

Honestly, I felt slightly intimidated by the rough way he spoke and how he was dressed. Even if you didn’t know where you were, his appearance reeked of biker.

Another difficult woman? Two in one day? What’s with my abysmal luck?

“These two seats beside me are occupied. You can’t sit in them.”

“Occupied? By who exactly?”

She took her right hand out of her pocket and coolly pointed at herself.

“You’re saying you’re occupying all three seats at once?”

“Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?”

“No. Not at all.”

I walked past her and sat down in the corner seat beside her without caring for her childish nonsense.

“I said I’m occupying these seats, did you hear me give you permission to sit beside me?”

“If you don’t want to sit beside me, you’re free to move over one seat. I don’t have the patience to put up with such childish nonsense.”

“You... called me a child?” Her voice was cold.

“No, I just said you’re being childish.”

When I examined the six burly men in front of me, for some reason they all looked uneasy. Why? Because of some girl?

“Heheheh... you must not be from around here.” Her chuckle wasn’t a friendly one, rather, it was quite eerie.

“I am from around here.”

“Oh, and you don’t know what the mask I have on represents?”

“I haven’t the slightest clue, nor do I care to know.”

“Aren’t you curious why these burly guys look uneasy?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. It’s none of my business.”

“Putting on an act of bravado? How brave of a scrawny guy like you. You’re probably terrified and uneasy right now just barely managing to maintain your composure I bet.”

“Bravado? Barely maintaining my composure?” I looked over to her with one brow raised.

“Oh? Did you suddenly realize who you’re speaking to?”

“Aren’t you just a weird chick with eighth-grader syndrome or something?”

“E-Eighth-grader syndrome? W-What’s that?”

“Haaaah. You don’t even know that? How lamentable, to be ill and not even know. Truly a pitiful girl.”