#Chapter11 IN HIS ROOM
I followed Jason to his room. It was tidy. Tidy isn’t the thing I expected to see in the boy’s room. He has a large bookshelf with novels and educational-related books. As a nerd, I can settle here forever to read every single book. Other than his shelf and desk, there are more awards, certificates in his cupboard. I know he’s an intelligent boy, rank holder. But I didn’t expect to see too many awards. I wonder how many competitions he participated in his life. Then my eyes wandered over to the king-size bed.
/"Do you like my room?/" he asked when I was silently observing his whole room at the entrance.
/"Yeah, I didn’t think boys’ room would be so clean. I like this maintenance. I also wish to come here to read your books,/" I said, looking into the title of the books. He’s having the more hopeless romantic type of books.
/"You can come here any day. You’re welcome here,/" he said with a smile.