"Uncle, chicken rice one plate!"
Y.C. fished out a crumpled two dollar note and handed it to the stall holder. After receiving his one dollar change, Y.C. turned to get his fork and spoon.
BANG!
"Walau, you cock-eye is it? Chee..." cursed Y.C. loudly.
"Chee what, hmm?" It was Mr Steven, his Maths teacher.
Oh my god. This time sure die.
"Oh, cheekern rice very nice!" Y.C. smiled cheekily, and slipped away before Mr. Steven could continue.
"Wahpiang, eh! That Mr 洗地粉 so scary, suddenly stand behind me." Y.C. told his buddies almost enthusiastically upon joining them at the canteen table.
"You heng, sia! Lucky he never book you, or you sure kena one." Gary exclaimed.
"Hey, don't talk with your food in your mouth!" said Zhen Qiang, dusting grains of rice from his uniform. "Anyone has tissue paper?" asked Zhen Qiang.
"You sissy, lah! Where got guys bring tissue paper around with them one?"joked Ah Long.
"Got! Jeff the gooniang, loh!" Almost immdiately, Gary felt a punch on his abdomen.
"Wahkau, talk behind my back sia! I give you hell ok." said Jeff, who just joined his friends with his plate of chicken rice.
After a not so peaceful 15 minutes, the bell rang. Y.C. and gang returned to their classroom for Maths lesson.
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Hey I'm starting this series to keep the blog. You guys can develop the story as and when you like. (:
{the riddle of red}
