Chapter - 25 - Ripped pants…
When you started hoarding rice from the dining hall, congratulations… you are assimilated. Wine had become a true trainee this way.
The rice lacked starch and was very fast in digestion. Wine started stealing rice like all the other trainees after nearly two months.
There was nothing to say about his relationship with Anawar. They get along quite well.
It's just…
At the end of December, Wine woke up in Anawar's arms every morning. It couldn't be said that he hates it, Anawar's body radiates intense heat and was a good source of warmth for him.
To say he likes it, it's true but it's not true. How to say… Wine liked the warmth but it's very embarrassing when he accidentally touched where he shouldn't have touched when he woke up.
It's embarrassing when it was elastic and it's embarrassing when it was not. Wine's face burned while he acted like nothing was wrong.
He protested to divide the beds back to where they should be, however Anawar disagreed. As an only friend of his, Wine had to tolerate him even if he was embarrassed to death.
"I will get used to it in a few days. F*CK!! Why should I get used to it?"
He banged his forehead on the desk. After a few bangs, a hand appeared on the desk, buffering between his forehead and the desk.
"Be good. Your skin is too thin. What if bruises appeared on your pale skin? It's scary to look at."
Wine glared at the culprit who made things get embarrassed. He wanted to asked that man;
'Do you perhaps think of yourself as an obsessive, possessive, gentle only to his sweetheart kind of male protagonist in webnovels?'
The longer Wine looked at his face, the more his character leaned towards these paranoid creatures called male leads. Wine was poisoned deeply by the Chinese authors in his last life.
Except for harem novels, Chinese male leads were the best in this industry. They were pure - won't touch other females except the female lead even if they were married. They had mental illness - cleanliness issues, OCD and germaphobic on other creatures but not on certain female leads.
Even if these male leads had children, the children were not biological. If the children were biological, they must be born from test tubes or surrogate mothers. Look!!! Very clean, right?
Some gongs from yaoi novels were old players but they were a minority. More than 90% of the male leads were dubbed as clean and double clean. Now check out this lad, Anawar. He ticked most of the male lead's prototype, even mental illness.
Wine glared at him again, showing his dissatisfactions outright. As soon as the bell rings, he strode out of the classroom clutching the lunchbox filled with stolen rice. Lunch break means nothing in WEC since they only feed the trainees two meals a day. However, this meaning changed when trainees started stealing the rice.
The fried spicy small shrimp his mother prepared came in handy. Sitting on the bed, he mixed the rice with a fried dish and ate. Fried small shrimp was a bit too spicy. His mouth became numb with a few bites.
Most of the trainees didn't steal rice in the morning. In fact, most of them didn't even go back to the dorm. A few rich ones bought snacks, some were doing assignments, most of the girls were crocheting and the boys were sleeping on the desk.
For Wine, the dorm was not far. Instead of goofing around in the classroom, he could rest awhile after filling his stomach. There were some thieves like him in the Dhanya dorm. Not many… but less than a dozen.
"Hey, youngest.."
"What?"
Wine returned the greeting without turning his head. He was busy washing his lunchbox.
"I heard you have needles and thread.."
"Yes.."
After washing the lunchbox, he put it on the locker to dry and sat on the bed, ready to rest for a while.
"Can I borrow your needle and thread?"
Wine turned his head towards the loser who had to borrow things from him.
"Why should you want to borrow these sissy things? When I took out and sewed the mosquito nets, didn't you laugh the loudest?"
When he took out the sewing kit and sewed the two mosquito nets, they laughed so hard at him being sissy. Now that he wanted to borrow, needle and thread weren't sissy things anymore?
"Tsk..tsk. Senior Bo Bo, you have this day too…"
"Ok. I am wrong to laugh at you. Youngest, lend me some."
Bo Bo admitted his sins easily but his dark face didn't show any guilt.
"What do you want to sew? Can you even sew?"
"Oh my pants ripped.."
Bo Bo went back and fished out a few pants under his bed and showed him the ripped parts.
"Hey, I can't sew. Can you help me with this?"
"No!!!"
Wine rejected him instantly in disgust. The pants were ripped in a special place, the crotch.
"Dog chewed your pants? Or you hid a saw in the crotch?"
It couldn't be said ripped, it should be called tattered.
"Or dripping acid…"
Anawar interjected. The senior's face must be red but covered by the dark skin, no one could see his embarrassment. Wine laughed until tears came out from the eyes. He got back at him for being called sissy by this senior.
"Okay, okay. I will give you a needle and some thread. Don't give me back. I don't want to put the needle that sewed your pants crotch back into my sewing kit. Remember… don't lose it. I don't have any more spares."
Bo Bo took the needle and thread from Wine but didn't say thank you to the guy who laughed very loud.
Wine stopped laughing and glanced at Anawar. This guy also stole some rice like him. Now he was taking out two yogurts from his locker.
Looking at his cold face, Wine laughed some more. Him telling "dripping acid joke" with such a cold face was quite funny.
"Here…"
"Drink it yourself…"
"I already inserted the straw."
"Ok then.."
As usual, Wine got a bottle of yogurt from Anawar. He stood up and walked out of the hall biting the straw, lunch break was already up. Before getting out of the door, Wine turned and asked the senior curiously;
"By the way senior, why did the crotch of the pants ripped instead of your underwear?"
"Why should underwear rip?"
"Nevermind.."
He got it. This man didn't have the habit of wearing underwear under pants. No wonder!!!