You, Me And Our Genus Twins
You, Me And Our Genius Twins Chapter 9
Chapter 9 What Do You Want to Say?
It’s just a coincidence that Aldo resembles him. It happens to anyone all the time.
Sebastian didn’t push her further, seeing that she didn’t want to answer. Everything was just speculation before the results were known. What he would do next depended on what the results were.
Weylam came to Buddy and knelt down on one knee. “I lost, Master Joel. Do you want to pluck my hair off yourself, or should I do it for you?”
“Oh, oh, I’ll do it!” Buddy rubbed his hands happily.
Sebastian thought, Son, your mother just lost a fight, and she’s pretty sad by the looks of it. Don’t you see that? Are you sure you should be looking so happy right now?
strand of Weylam’s hair and gave it to Aldo like it
frowned in disgust. “That’s
Hey, I
blinked again. He asked Weylam,
he asked that, but
that sounded ridiculous. I guess? That’s a
Weylam. “Mister, hair is really precious, you know. You might have great hair now, but they’ll fall out. You lose ten strands if you pluck one, so multiply that by ten, and you’ll be losing at least a hundred strands of hair. Getting bald is scary. You
shut up. So what are you trying to say, Master Joel? Please just
stupid. “Master Joel, what will it take for you to
everyone, so we’ll stop plucking his hair.” He raised one finger. “One hundred for a strand of hair.
is dirty, and he’s asking for money in exchange instead? But that’s a cheap price, really. Oh, you’re so kind. Weylam patted his pocket. “I
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