Bab 378: A Scary Generation

A petite girl with bangs and short hair tied into pigtails stared intensely into June's eyes. Her lips were glossy, and her eyelids glittery. She was also chewing gum while standing on one foot. Surrounding her were three boys, all appearing to be head over heels for her. One of them was fanning her with a folder, while the other two were ready to jump at June.

June looked at their uniforms and sighed in relief when he saw the words 'middle school' written on it. The only good thing about this was that he didn't run into a high-schooler.

"Hey, June. 15 minutes until their recess starts," Akira said through his in-ear monitor.

"I've run into some trouble," June whispered through the walkie-talkie while still holding onto the cream bread.

"I'm talking to you," the little girl said, one of her eyebrows raised.

June awkwardly chuckled, feeling unnecessarily feeble under the gaze of a 13-year-old. 

"Look, kid," he started off.