Razagin Part 3: Meeting
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Rozagin Part 3: Meeting
Boryz Dezczka bullied young Chraen back in middle school. Bullying had been forbidden ever since the incident, but now that they moved to the affiliate school, it would still be different. Even if it was still prohibited, it wasn’t as strict as when they were in middle school. The only reason they existed in harmony up until now was due to the fact that their paths did not cross. Now that they were in one room...Nephrite had no idea what might happen.
After these ‘informative’ classmates left, Nephrite gathered his things for the next class. But maybe his luck wasn’t great after all. The moment he stepped out of the classroom, the books flew to the ground because of the sudden impact.
A hand swiftly grabbed Nephrite to stop him from being knocked over. Nephrite could handle his balance well despite the force, so it was not necessary. Even so, he was still grateful for this person's help.
Nephrite turned his head only to face the other's neck. Surprised, he moved away, but the other man’s arms made his action unsuccessful.
He looked up and their gazes met.
The young man’s green eyes curved as he smiled at Nephrite. “I was rushing to my next class. Sorry for bumping into you."
Their position was a bit too close. Nephrite cleared his throat, “I’m fine now. Ugh, your arms?”
The man snapped back to his senses and let him go. He chuckled as he raised his hand as if surrendering.
“It’s okay,” Nephrite said as leaned over and pick up his things on the floor.
The man helped him as well and answered, “It’s my fault so let me help.”
Nephrite glanced at the man. He already noticed that the other person was a head taller than him. He had jet-black hair and soft beige skin. He was wearing an unbuttoned dark blue wool peacoat over his uniform. His profile from his angle shows his high nose bridge. There was a sports bag on the floor—he probably dropped it earlier to prevent him from falling.
The man had a sunny smile on his face as he lifted his head, meeting Nephrite’s gaze.
As both of them get back on their feet, the other person handed over his books, he noticed the violin case hanging on Nephrite’s shoulder. “Are you on your way to the classical music class?”
“Yes, I am,” that’s when he noticed the violin backpack behind the other person. “You, too?”
The man smiled, “Yes. I heard we were going with Class A and B. Since we’re going to be classmates, I should introduce myself.” They stood up and the man handed him the rest of his things from the floor. They started walking to the music room, which was not far from their classrooms. “I’m Ignis Lionhart, Class C,” he offered a handshake.
“Chraen Visterdja. Class A.”
As he accepted Ignis’s hand, they both noticed the Music Professor walking at the other end of the hallway. Nephrite let go of his hand in an instant, “Quick, the prof's coming.”
Nephrite missed the reaction on Ignis’s face as the latter stared at his palm before his gaze followed Nephrite’s back.
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The music class turned out well, at least for Nephrite, who was not called during the class.
Ignis wasn’t lucky, but he played the piece called Summertime so smoothly. The transitions of high notes and the low notes were so effortlessly made. Their classmates describe it in one word—sexy.
Too sexy, in fact, that he gained a lot of fangirls right after class.
Nephrite did not want to draw attention to him, so he waved at Ignis before rushing to his next class, not realizing his social anxiety did not hit him during the whole time... until the classes ended that day and he returned home.
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“Dad! Welcome home!” Nephrite greeted his father, Bazyli.
His father rushed towards Nephrite to hug him, the tycoon not minding one bit about his image.
“Chraen! You’ve gotten taller since the last time I saw you. Sorry, Dad took a while overseas. Our hotel branches need more attention before it stabilizes,” he guided his son to the sofa.
“It’s alright. You worked hard, Dad. Don’t worry, I will do my best this year. In a few years more and I could start helping you.”
It was Chraen’s dream to be able to help his father despite the other’s willingness to spoil him.
“Take your time. The people in our company worked hard and were trustworthy. Enjoy your youth. Bring a girl home. Something like that.”
Nephrite shook his head. “Dad, I don’t fancy anyone yet,” It was true. Chraen did not have someone he like until his death.
“Alright, alright, I won’t force you.” Bazyli raised his arms in defeat.
“By the way, where’s mom?”
“She’ll be here soon. Let’s all have dinner outside.”
Just then, a loud clang resounded from the second floor of the house.
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Nephrite woke up in his room, facing the monitor of his personal computer. The login interface of the High Friend Global website on standby. Did I fall asleep?
He probably did. The afternoon class was already tiring and mathematics drained Nephrite’s own soul despite the original vessel’s good mathematical comprehension.
He was starting to realize how he and the real Chraen were polar opposites of each other.
Just as he was about to bathe, Nephrite realized something. Why can’t he remember what happened earlier?
Nephrite froze. How was that possible? He checked his body, then his memory. His last memory was when his father told him they were going out to have dinner. What happened after that? He was not hungry, so it meant he had a meal. Then why can’t he remember anything at all?
He decided to find his parents downstairs. However, they could not find them.
“Young Master, who are you looking for?”
“Oh, I was looking for my parents but it seemed like they’re not here?”
“Yes, the Madam and Master went to a social gathering tonight. They won’t return until midnight.”
“Is that so? Ah, Damian. Can I ask something?”
“Sure, Young Master. What is it?”
Nephrite contemplated before asking, “Did I go out with them for dinner earlier?”
However, Damian did not answer him. Instead, he asked, “Master, was your memory having lapses again? Did you sleepwalk again?”
So Damian knew about it. Nephrite felt relieved. He did not have to wait for his parents to return to get some answers.
“Young Master, I guess your symptoms have returned again. Don’t worry, I will tell madam to bring you to Witch Estera so she can prescribe you improved concoctions.”
Nephrite frowned but did not speak. Witch? Concoctions? Nephrite then remembered that a panel did mention this world’s strong beliefs and dependence on the witches, wizards, sorcerers, and alchemists.
Nephrite thought it was only about religions and the likes. Who knew it stretched as far as health regions as well? He had to check that part later.
“Don’t worry. I will remind Madam so she can set an appointment as soon as possible.”
“Alright. Thank you, Damian.”
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