Chapter 41: Theodore Prune
’Who the hell is this Sung Jinwoo lookin’ ass?’ he thought bitterly.
Before he could mentally glaze the guy any further, the man in the trench coat turned his head, calm and casual, and started walking toward him.
"Excuse me," the man said, voice naturally monotone and smooth enough to sell weather apps. "Can I ask you a question?"
Lanz blinked. "Y—Yeah, what’s up?" he replied, already bracing for something dumb.
"I’m looking for a group of guys," the man said, tone still polite but with the subtle weight of someone who had been on this mission for too long. "Almost idiot-looking. Very annoying."
Lanz stared at him.
"...The f*ck? You just described, like, ninety percent of this school," he answered, genuinely confused. "You’re gonna have to be way more specific."
The guy let out a small sigh, his eyes briefly flicking up toward the gate like he was trying to summon patience from the sky.
"One of them has brown hair. Same height as you. Another’s a bit shorter, black hair with yellow streaks, and he eats a disturbing amount of crap. Especially chips. Last one’s got blue hair, kind of deadpan all the time. He’s chill, but in a ’doing to much’ kinda way though."
And just like that, Lanz’s brain stopped functioning for a good three seconds.
’He literally just described Kenji, Hiro, and Leo.’
He exhaled through his nose like a disappointed father. "What did they do?" he asked, tone halfway between curiosity and dread.