CHAPTER 2 THE MACHINE

Scene 1:

My guard was on as I crossed my arms, staring at her and said:

“Listen, kid. I know young girls in your age are easily overwhelmed with a relationship，being dumped, losing virgin and unpredictable period which may even turn out to be pregnant, by accident of course. But none of these has anything to do with MY SHOP. This shop is a liquor retail store. No drugs, no soda, no condom nor any other stuff but simply alcohol. So if you’re looking for a transmigration machine, I suggest you to go ask your Daoist friends who really know about the transport to some wicked-wicked wonderland with a very open immigration policy. That’s what I call transmigration!”

I stopped for a second, well two seconds. Then I addressed:

“Now get out. My shop is rated PG-18，and what a regret that you’re only 16. NOT ALLOWED.”

I was done, waiting for her to move. But instead, she stood still and asked:

“Are you a Doctor?”

Now she just gave me that look as if I were a liar.

“Of course, yeah, I’m a Doctor.” I said, with proud.

This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

“Really? A Doctor of what?” She even started to judge me now.

I had to cross my arms again, thinking while explained to her:

“Well…I study human behavior, by observing their activities and reaction in a socio pattern connected with…”

“Aezo said you watch porns.” She interrupted, in a very rude way.

F**K!

I sat still, elbows on desk, pointing at her. Just when I was about to argue, but given it a second thought, I suddenly realized something:

“Wait…did you just say ‘Aezo’?”

By no mistake, there was only one of a kind called Aezo. The dumb boy worked in my store. He came up with this stupid name after two champions in League of Legends, Ezreal and Ekko. So he called himself Aezreak, a bloody jackass name. Later on he changed it to a short version, Aezo, for not being so jackass.

“He is my classmate.” She explained.

“So he told you about the transmigration machine, right?” I checked.

“So there is one, isn’t it?”

I was amused, smiling and correcting her guess:

“It’s not a machine, not even a bit of it, you idiots…”

“So there is one! You just admit it!” She was so hurried, not waiting for another second. Then I saw her smashing my desk with a brick-thick of cash!

Holy shit!

Before I realized, she just rushed through and made her way to upstairs, stepping on the stairway with heavy noise.

Immediately, I stood up, after her and yelled, not forgetting to grab the cash on desk.

“Wait! You stop! That’s for VIP client only!”

Then her voice traveled back from upstairs: “I don’t care! I’m running out of time! They are here!”

I was hesitated for a second, questioned: who are “they”?

Scene 2:

I made my way quickly to upstairs, finding her close to the window, looking out, seemed scared.

I came up to her, looking out as she did. That was when I saw a fancy new model of BMW 7 series that happened to stop in front of my store.

4 doors open, the driver and other 3 passengers all got off. They looked exactly the same like those mafias in a gangster movie, dark sunglasses, tide straight suit, oxford shoes.

“Please don’t let them find me!” She suddenly grasped my arm, begging me for not turn her in.

“Please! Please! Please…don’t…” she almost cried, shaken while struggling.

“Leave it to me.” I said, with calm.

But she was too scared to let me go, fingernails like daggers stabbing into my skin. Jeez, a female could be so powerful when she caught a man.

But I had to go. I heard the ring bell when they walked in.

“Stay here.” I said, then giving her a little touch with my fingertip.

By just touching her hand, a sparkle of my power leaked out on my fingertip, like an electrical shock, but harmless.

I struck her hands off, leaving her in a shock look, and went downstair.

（To be continued…）