Gary's mood was also terrible.
"Cough cough..." His cough had worsened perhaps because he was in a bad mood, so his cough worsened. Gary hacked fiercely without stopping.
It took him three minutes to finally stop coughing.
Three full minutes.
It was as if he was about to cough his lungs out. It was strange.
"Knock! Knock! Knock!" The sound of knocking could be heard.
Gary did not move. His eyebrows were knitted tightly together as he frowned at the door.
The next second, the door opened and a tall young man appeared with a cup of water in his hand. He glanced at Gary and walked in, placing the cup of water next to Gary's table.
"Drink some water," He said.
Gary picked up the cup and gulped it down.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Unexpectedly, he erupted into another fit of coughing.
"Wow. Do you think you can handle it? Why don't you go to the hospital?"
"There's no need to," Gary eased up a little. His face had already turned red from all the coughing. He raised his eyes to look at the man and asked, "Lowell, is the coffee ready?"
His name was Lowell Jones, and he was almost 20 years old. The man looked extremely handsome, and resembled both Heinz and Grace.
They were close blood relatives, so it was only natural for them to look alike.
Lowell had handsome features, and his smile was like a spring breeze.
"Well, I'm waiting for your to taste it. I tried calling you a while ago. When I heard that you were on the phone, I went back first. Do you want to try out the coffee now?"
"Let's go," Gary stood up and headed to the dining hall with Lowell.
"Oh, by the way, you sound like you have a really bad cough. Drinking coffee is bad for your recovery."
"It doesn't matter," Gary didn't seem to mind, "I just want to have a drink."
Lowell shook his head and looked back at him, sighing, "It seems that the call left you pretty unhappy. Were you displeased at what was being discussed?"
Gary didn't say anything in reply.
However, Lowell was a clever man. He didn't ask much and brewed Gary a cup of coffee.
Gary stirred it and took a sip, sighing after a while, "Woah, the taste has improved quite a bit."
Lowell smiled, "Of course, to succeed at something, I need to devote all my energy to it first. I've studied the art of brewing coffee for a long time and I'm making progress every day."
"Indeed," Gary did not hesitate to praise him for his ability in brewing coffee.
"Do you want to learn from me?" Lowell raised his eyebrows at him, "It's better to find something to do than to be so absorbed in the content of the phone call."
Gary paused for a moment. He raised his eyebrows and refuted, "I have something to do."
"What is it?"
"I need to work out," He replied.
Lowell burst into laughter after hearing that, "Is working out even an urgent matter? Isn't every man responsible for keeping themselves healthy?"
Gary fell silent. He didn't answer for a long time.
Lowell tasted his coffee leisurely and chuckled, "Though, I agree. You really need to exercise. You look strong, but you catch a cold the very minute you arrive here. You are so weak."
"It's just a coincidence," Gary retorted.
"Forget it," Lowell reminded him, "Look at yourself. How many boys at your age will catch a cold? They are all full of vigor."
Gary rolled his eyes in response.
Lowell smiled and continued, "By the way, your father called me just now and asked me about you."
Gary frowned.
"When will you address your father as dad? It's been so many years, but you still hold a grudge against him. You are really persistent."
Gary took a sip of coffee and lowered his gaze, explaining briefly, "This is between him and I. Don't interfere."
"Fine, I can't interfere in your affairs, but your father told me to keep an eye on you. Don't cause any trouble."
Gary looked at him in disdain, "Am I such a mindless person who doesn't know the severity of a situation?" "Aren't you?" Lowell shot back casually.
Gary furrowed his brows and raised his voice, warning, "Lowell Jones."
"Hahaha," Lowell laughed out loud, "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. The more you grow up, the less cute you become. You're so annoying right now, do you know that?"
Gary's brows furrowed.
Lowell didn't suspect anything and continued, "With a bad temper like yours, I don't know what sort of girl would be able to tolerate you."
It was just a casual remark, but it left Gary dazed.
After hearing it, he was stunned and did not move for a long time.
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