That year in the senior year of high school, bursts of girl's cries came from the dark and damp school warehouse, accompanied by those unbearable taunts, which hurt the girl's heart every word.
One day and month, she saw the tall and straight young man.
She asked: "You look very difficult to deal with. Can I hire you to be my bodyguard for a week?"
The boy looked at the girl in front of him, whose face was obscured by bangs, with contempt and amusement:
"What are you going to pay me?"
Intention: Go both ways