"Liumu!"
With an excited shout and a sharp bang, an overexcited Guy crashed straight through Liumu's front door.
Guy: (;￣д￣)
Oh no.
He'd gotten too excited.
Liumu wouldn't get angry, would he?
Looking at the lock he'd broken, three drops of sweat instantly trickled down Guy's forehead.
Nobody was inside, but freshly washed clothes were hanging out on the balcony.
Clearly, Liumu had returned to the village.
He just wasn't home.
"Maybe... I should run?"
Just as that thought occurred to him, Liumu and Han happened to appear behind him, carrying grocery baskets.
Feeling a chill down his back, Guy turned around and met Liumu's eyes.
"Um, if... I'm saying if, would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?"
Liumu: (;¬＿¬)
"Believe you, my ass."
Liumu spat out the curse, stepped forward to inspect his lock, and held out a hand to Guy. "Three thousand. Hand it over."
Guy: (╬￣皿￣)=○
"Did you switch careers and become a robber? Three thousand for one lousy lock?"
"What else?" Liumu was perfectly unapologetic, even poking Guy with a fingertip. "Even a skewer of dumplings costs five hundred. Three thousand for a lock isn't expensive. Besides, look at that big footprint on the door. Won't I have to put in the work to wipe it off? And that's without charging you for the door's emotional distress!"
Guy was speechless.
It looked like Liumu really had become a robber.
How could a door suffer emotional distress?
"Ah, forget it, forget it. I know you don't have any money."
Liumu waved a hand casually, pretending to look pained as he inspected his front door.
Turning and catching sight of the schoolbag on Guy's back, Liumu asked curiously, "Did you just get out of school? What's the big rush?"
At Liumu's question,