Ding.
"Huh?" Nam Doha looked at his phone. "Who sent me a text?"
He swiped up, and his stomach twisted as he read the message. Gu Yan had sent a simple text:
Meet me at our usual spot.
Nam Doha had prayed fervently that Gu Yan would forget about him, but it seemed that god didn't want to answer his prayers, did He?
He had no choice but to go to the roof. Disobeying Gu Yan meant seeking something far worse than death. From experience, Nam Doha knew it was better to endure a few beatings than to suffer a fate far more terrifying in Gu Yan's hands.
But… at least he had Gu Yan's attention back.
Nam Doha shook his head angrily at his contradictory thoughts.
"You must be stupid, Nam Doha," he muttered under his breath as he left the classroom.