Kapitel 5: Kindness in accident
It was a beautiful sight. Black, white, with occasional red and green mixed in. Together with the radiant sun rays, it made a beautiful mix of streaks, like a tail of a meteor. Sadly, the majority of the colors were black.
Dwayne still had his neck strained upward, fascinated by the color of different strings. It was a completely different world. His eyes shone as the soft curl on top of his head bounced.
[Host, the waiting shed is right opposite us.]
Indeed, right across from him was the waiting shed for people waiting for the bus. Under the sunlight, there were ten people waiting for the bus. Dwayne was able to see his two targets.
They were destined to meet under the waiting shed.
A bright red thread tied their left pinkies together. It was so eye-catching, it stood out from the other strings Dwayne could see.
"Wow, so this red string of fate is brighter than the other strings."
[Yes, host.]
[Their information is already in the book, please check.]
Dwayne was so excited to fulfill his mission that he did not bother to check who they were, as the Matchmaker System instructed. The mission was,
[Please help these two get to know each other.]
It was very simple! His senior forced him to watch many romance drama series, so he remembered every cliché and notorious accident that sparks 'love.'
If only I could remember the formulas of math just the same, Dwayne thought sadly.
[Host, I strongly advise you to check their information first.]
Dwayne noticed that eight of the people chose to stand, including the male and female targets. The other two that sat were two old men who seemed to be friends. Dwayne came up behind them and observed their eyes. They did not react when he was already snooping at their backs like a curious cat. To make sure, he stuck his arm in between without touching them. Still, these two sat closely and seemed to be sleeping.
Dwayne grinned. The female target was a few inches away, and the man was standing beside her. Dwayne gulped.
Miss, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I'm just a college student who wants to pass my exam next week.
After thinking this, Dwayne carefully took the cane of the old man on the left. The man stirred but did not react much and continued to sleep. With a careful lift, Dwayne slipped the end of the cane onto the woman's skirt. The cane was made of hard wood with a slight curve on the handle, designed not to slip out of grip easily. But he was using it for another purpose.
May God forgive me.
The handle of the cane successfully hooked the woman's skirt. She was wearing a long-sleeve polka dot blouse with a white organza silk skirt on the outer layer and a polka dot satin skirt underneath. She looked very cute in this outfit, not to mention she had her hair in a ponytail.
"Matchmaker System, can I hold one of the strings?"
[Yes, host. You can hold any of the strings.]
Dwayne took one of the white strings coming from the old man and tied the cane to the old man's wrist in place. Now he only needed to wait for a few minutes.
At exactly 5:15 PM, the bus arrived. But it was already full and could only accommodate five people. The woman stepped forward to be one of them.
While she took a step forward, her skirt was hooked by the old man's cane, and it tore. She and the man beside her heard the loud tearing sound of fabric. The woman froze in place, as did the man.
"Ah, my cane!" The old man exclaimed. As the cane was about to be pulled away, he pulled it back to himself, making the situation worse. In front of the public, the woman's skirt tore, exposing her soft white legs and the panty shorts she wore underneath.
"Aaahhh!!!" The woman screamed and hurriedly sat on the ground to cover her exposed legs. The bus driver looked over curiously, as did the passengers who heard her scream.
"What's going on?"
"Is that woman being molested?"
"No, her skirt tore in an accident."
"It seemed to be caught on the old man's cane, that's why it tore."
The woman was so embarrassed she glared at the old man.
"You old man did it on purpose! You must have slipped your cane onto my skirt so it would tear! You're a pervert! This is public sexual harassment!"
The old man was slightly shaken by her screeching voice.
"I apologize, miss. I'm blind. My friend and I cannot see. I'm sorry that I caused you trouble in any way."
Upon hearing the old man was blind, the woman bit her lip and hung her head in humiliation. The other onlookers were staring at her and murmuring words against her.
"Why is she reacting that much? It was just a torn skirt."
"It's clear it was an accident. And the old man is blind. How can she accuse him of being a pervert?"
"Have you seen a blind pervert? That old man has been sitting on the bench for days and never caused any problems."
"Right? It's clear it was her fault for not being careful and not looking behind her. How can you expect a blind man to avoid you when he is blind?"
The more the woman listened, the more ashamed she felt. Her face turned red, hanging her head. It was until she felt someone's coat draped over her head that she reacted.
"Miss, can you stand?"
It was the man. He crouched in front of her with his hand outstretched. The woman, on the brink of tears, stared dumbly at him. Saying he is not handsome would be a lie. His features were handsome and he had a mild temperament that made people trust him.
"You can use my coat to tie it on your waist, that should cover up the torn part."
Geschenke
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erhalten Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein