Beforelong,Chanincametothemen'sroom.Helookedup,sawaroomnearthetoilet,thedoorlocked,andwaitedpatientlyforotherirrelevantpeopletoleave.WhenIsawthattheroadwasconvenient,Iwenttogetthe"clean"signinfrontofthetoilet,closedthedoor,closedthelatch,walkedbackandknockedgentlyonthetoiletdoor.
"Areyouinthere?"
Idon'tknowifitis,butI'veguessedit.
TherewasnoansweruntilChaninhadtoaskagain.
"AreyouLongo?"
Therewasnoresponseagain,butthistimeitwastheopeningofthegardendoor.Chaninflinchedalittle,andthepeopleinsidelookedathimcoldly.
"Whydidyoushowup?"
Ishouldn'thaveasked...Ihavetofindyou.
IthinksobecauseChaninseestheresentmentonhisfaceanddoesn'tknowwhathisresentmentisorwhenheaccidentallycausedit,butifitturnsoutlikethis.Hemustacceptitbeforethingsgetworse.
"Sorry,I'llfollow."
Runalreadyknewthiswouldhappen,buttherewassomethinghewouldeasilycalmdown.EvenifChanindidn'tknowit,itwasn'ttheotherperson'sfaultthatmadehimsoangry,butRundidn'tlowerhisself-esteemandlookedbackquietly.
"Sorryforwhat?"