Work, Magical Boy (Part 2)

"A bag of Farmhouse white bread, 55 Pence. Say, Senior, why are you at the supermarket buying things so early?"

"Here. Because I don't want to eat dirt either. Aren't you here to work this early too, Junior?"

The scanner let out a beep. It was still that Tesco supermarket in Stratford's city center. After walking at least five or six kilometers, Fang Ran had finally made it here.

As for why he had come all this way, it was because, with only 56 pence, he knew this was the only place with 55-pence bread—

It was also where the only person he knew in all of London was.

Looking at the one-pence coin bearing the side profile of the Queen, the exact change left after buying the bread—

Fang Ran's mouth twitched. He somehow sensed malice from the Goddess of Fate.

"Say, Junior, did your teachers tell you what to do if you got separated from everyone while abroad before they brought you here?"

He took the bread, tore it open, and bit into a slice. This flavorless white bread felt like the most delicious thing in the world. Fang Ran suddenly sighed sadly as he asked.

"Separated?"

Tang Bing sat behind the register. Since she had no classes for the first two periods and there were practically no customers in the morning, she was quite free. She blinked, looking oddly at Fang Ran for asking that, then answered as though it were obvious:

"What else can you do if you get separated? Wait for the school to send someone to find you. It's such a simple thing."

"Wait for someone to find me."

But Fang Ran, who had merely asked casually while taking bite after bite of bread, suddenly froze. Perhaps it was because filling his stomach had