Chapter 305.

Chapter 305.Chapter 305. My Birthday: Training Course. (4/8)

“Isn’t the reason for your boyfriendless status and guys not wanting to date you actually just because you’re always wearing that face mask?”

“Ah...” The realization suddenly dawned on her.

“For real? You think that’s why?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm... but I can’t do anything about that. I’m Faceless’s gang leader.” She tilted her head to one side with a serious look in her eyes.

“Hello everyone, I’ll be your instructor today.”

It’s about time. I’d managed to distract her long enough for the instructor to show up.

When I looked over to the instructor I realized he was... unexpectedly normal. He didn’t look scary or intimidating at all like the receptionist. He was just a scrawny beanstalk with glasses, simple boots, blue jeans, and a blue denim jacket.

“Well, we’ll first begin with a short half-hour in-class lesson to go over some basic stuff before we move to the practical stuff outside. Please follow me to the classroom.”

Everyone stood up from their seats and followed behind the instructor to the small classroom with three rows of three desks.

The wannabe gangster girl ended up seated near me again.

“Hey, sit somewhere else.”

“This again? I sat down here first this time.”

“Then give up your seat to me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m a g-”

“Wannabe gang leader? Don’t you ever get tired of this? Look, just take the other corner seat and we won’t be seated next to each other. Why do you insist on taking the center seat?”

“Because the gang leader is the central figure in the gang. It’s only natural for me to sit at the center.”

“If you want to sit at the center shouldn’t you take the seat in front of you instead?

“No way, sitting at the back is cooler.”

“I see... so that’s why...”

“Huh? That’s why what?”

“Oh? Really? What is it?”

“It’s called... get gud nub. Hahaha!”

When she finally held the superior position, she was more than happy to get even with me.

When we finished getting accustomed to the motorcycles, the second exercise began.

We got to turn them on for this one, but... we still didn’t ride them...

We just straddled them and walked from one end of the track to the next. This was apparently to get familiar with the friction zone... whatever that was supposed to mean.

“Pfft, you look like a dork.”

Once again I was subject to her ridicule. I kept my mouth shut and accepted it. I might be better with tests, but she was obviously much more experienced than me in this area.

When I didn’t say anything she slowed down until I caught up to her. When I was beside her she raised her arm, slapped me on the back, and jubilantly asked, “What? Not going to say anything back? Where’d that cockiness from before go? Huh?”

“I’ll talk shit when there’s shit to talk. Even if you’re dumb, it’s still fact that I’m not as experienced with motorcycles as you are. I’m only 16 after all.”

“Using your age as a shield and hidin behind it, what a coward. I rode my first motorcycle on my own when I was only 13.”

“Huh? That early?”

“Yeah. Shit was tough growin up. I grew up homeless out on the streets after all. Since I was young, I’ve been workin in a ghetto mechanic repair shop. We get cheap parts from junk and scrap yards in the city. But I’m dumb and don’t remember stuff easy. I do things based on what feels right. I don’t get all the small stuff for those annoying tests.”

It was my first time running into such a person. Hearing her story though... made me wonder whether she was telling the truth about the whole gang leader thing.

“Are you lookin down on me for bein a street rat?”

“No. I just thought I might need to reassess my evaluation of you if your story is true. I’m sure you’ve developed street smarts, so though you may be considered an idiot by the snobby overachieving pampered elitists attending university with their heads shoved far up their asses, you wouldn’t necessarily be dumber than them when it relates to real-world stuff that actually affects your day-to-day life.”

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, if I was dumped on the street one day and asked who I’d choose as a partner to survive on the streets between you and one of them, I’d choose you I guess.”

“Huh? Wha-what are you’d sayin all ob a sudden? Isn’t that like a proposal? You can’t be doin that if you already got a girlfriend.”

“I take back my reevaluation of you, it seems that street smarts might be my imagination after all. Seriously, how did you get a proposal out of what I said just now? Something’s really wrong with your head after all.”

“Haha... right... I’m dumb after all. Nobody would go and randomly propose to a street rat.”

“I’ve got no qualms about street rats. I used to live with rats after all.” Though it was in another country and not for a very long period of my life.

“Huh? You lived with rats? But you don’t seem the type at all. You sound pretty smart when you talk.”

“Haaaaah. I’m not smart at all. I’m just another random idiot in the world, just like you.”