Chapter 2 - BL
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The comment in which the author has replied to was, "OH EM GEEE! When will my favorite character, Alpheus Dasmien Kingsley II receive a good ending? I feel like he has the potential to change for the better, so please draw him that way. I'd really like to see a kind Alpheus!"
My comment received hate from other fans because the majority really disliked my favorite character. Though, I really do understand their hatred but seeing the author's comment makes me squeal in glee.
"Hi @theM1ghtyAlpheus, thank you for reading The Noble and The Knight, I really appreciate it. Honestly I don't like the Crown Prince much either. But maybe you could show me yourself how his highness will change, don't you think so?"
The author's last words were a bit odd, but I paid it no mind as I was too happy that I could help the author herself write (I think?) the manhwa.
"AAA I'm so happy that I could die right now, and I wouldn't even complain!" I quickly typed in my Ipad's screen, "Thank you, Author-nim. I would be honored!"
Just then, my iPad glitches. What the? I just got this on my birthday. I tried to re-open by pressing the turn on button but the screen went pitch black.
"Nooo, it was my brother's gift for me!!" I start to panic and try to slightly tap the back of the screen hoping that maybe the battery inside would move a little and perhaps fix the tablet. To no avail, I did every tap and press that I could do but it sadly didn't open.
I awoke the next morning with a disgruntled face. Aish, how will I fix this? I disheveled my already messy hair in irritation. I have classes today, so I should prioritize first attending my class before focusing on the precious iPad.
I shower in great urgency because I was already running late. The catastrophe last night made me almost not sleep a wink due to frustration.
Fortunately, I arrived somewhat in time because the infamously strict professor is not in the lecture room yet. I scanned the big space lecture room and saw a familiar student waving at me with a huge smile on her face.
I nod at her from afar and quickly made my way to her in the middle back row. I sit in an empty space next to her. "Hi Jas!" Layle likes to call me by my shortened version of my last name, Jasmien.
"Hi Lele." Though I greet her back with a smile, I can't help but release an exasperated sigh.
"Ah... Right, you mentioned last night that your tablet broke right?" I nodded deeply saddened.
"That's too bad, you just got it. Let's get it fixed at the mall later after class."
"Alright, thanks Lele." I flash a smile of appreciation at her when the old balding professor entered the room. He looked very pissed today.
"Uh oh, someone must have slept funny last night." Layle whispered to my ear and I giggled.
"Sss!" That's how Mr. Wayner hushes his class. Instead of pronouncing the sh sound, he just goes and always sounded like a snake.
"I trust that everyone in this class has already reviewed the lesson in advance and answered the assignment. You're already in your third year now, and I expect that I don't have to teach every single basic thing to all of you. It'd be just a waste of time."
"But sir!" A petite and pale girl raised her hand. The professor didn't hide his irritation and grumbled to himself before letting the student speak.
"Sir, you haven't sent us the worksheet file yet so none of us has actually done the assignment." Thank goodness, a brave soul stood up for everyone. This bald professor, aside from his terrible way of teaching, he is also known for being the biggest boomer of all teachers in the university. He hardly knows a thing about the internet.
And I don't even understand how he was hired in the first place. True, he passed the board exam and became a licensed Accountant professor but that's all basically it. He lacked ethics and professionalism which all students hate about him.
"What's your last name?" He sternly asks and gives her an eye.
"Gomez, sir."
"Listen, Ms. Gomez. Maybe you are just stupid but I already sent the file last week. It is your fault for not checking and answering the assignment."
The girl was left stunned by his harsh words. "Sir, you really didn't—"
"SIT DOWN Ms. Gomez. I will let it slide for now and not report you to the dean for misconduct but I will give you a low score in the assignment."
We all sigh deep inside, feeling empathy for the classmate that got reprimanded by the boomer professor. Though, I'd like to help stand up for the girl, I'd rather not because I've already got myself plenty of problems like my iPad for example.
Our class ended sooner and thankfully, the professor forgot to ask us to submit the assignment so we got ourselves excused fortunately.
"We have no classes left, right?" Layle asks while checking her phone.
"Yeah, remember it's Thursday. Thursdays is for two hour class with Mr. Baldie. Lele giggles my jokes. Both of us dislike our professor from one of our major subjects.
We went straight to the mall but because Lele wanted to buy some donuts we had to separate ways first and decided to meet up later.
I went to the digital gadgets section alone and met with tons of employees. "Hi Ma'am, how can I help you? Broken screen? We could immediately fix it up for you!"
I usually hate going to this particular section of the mall because the employees are particularly pushy and won't stop pestering you. But fortunate for them, since my gadget is broken.
I gave a long sigh before handing out my gadget to the repairman. Out of all the possible good options, Layle told me to go to the corner side because she says that he fixes gadgets like a pro master. "It's broken." He didn't seem to be enthusiastic in his job as he even looked like I bothered him.
Without batting an eye, he asks, "What seems to be the problem?" He then turns to analyze my iPad.
"It suddenly turned off—"
"It won't suddenly turn off... so how?"
My face reddens in embarrassment, "Well... I was reading this thing.."
"Thing?" He asks, finally glances at me so I can see his face. Now, I understand why Layle told me to specifically go to this man. His looks are godly handsome.
"A BL manhwa!" I say in a quiet tone, still embarrassed.
"BL?" For Pete's sake, won't this handsome man run out of questions?
"Boy's Love okay?! It's where two grown men f*ck each other."
- Writer
