"Peter Gingery, co out here," Jas Black called to Peter Gingery and then headed down the building first.
"Why did the Chief suddenly call you out? Did you do sothing wrong?" Teammate A looked at Peter Gingery with sympathy. "Having a cousin like the Chief, we’re not sure whether to envy you or to sympathize with you."
"Better to sympathize, after all. It’s tough being under his command," Teammate B spoke his mind.
Peter Gingery went down the building, as if bracing himself for sothing tough.
Jas Black stood under a tree down the dormitory building. When Peter arrived, he was leaning against the tree with his mobile phone in hand. Late at night, the glow from the mobile phone screen cast a sinister light on Jas Black’s face.
"Brother," Peter Gingery stopped about a ter away from Jas Black and looked at him timidly, his legs ready to run at any mont.
"What’s Jane Sampson’s WhatsAPP ID? Not her mobile number?" Jas Black glanced at Peter Gingery, walked over, and took the mobile phone he was holding in his hand.
Peter Gingery was looking at Jane Sampson’s Monts, specifically a photo she posted yesterday, and when he heard Jas Black’s question, he responded with an "Ah," "Her WhatsAPP ID is her WhatsAPP account number."
Jas Black looked at Peter with a raised brow. He didn’t have Jane’s WhatsAPP account, so Peter’s response was, in effect, pointless.
Jas Black’s fingers slid across Peter’s mobile phone screen, and the first thing that caught his eye was a picture of a turtle sprawled on its back. Sliding up, he saw a phrase.
Bastard Black.
Jas Black paused for a few seconds, then couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
"Does she often curse like this in her Monts?" Jas Black asked.
Peter Gingery coughed twice, "Occasionally, just occasionally..." His reply was so feigned that even Peter himself felt guilty.
Frequently, in fact, it would suffice to count one post a day with such frequency.
Jas Black scrolled through Jane Sampson’s recent Monts and began to grasp just how often Peter’s "occasional" was an understatent.
Going back over Jane’s Monts from the past few days, the na "Black" appeared quite often. It was either her taking delight in his misery or her venting in Monts about being frustrated with him.
Jas Black realized just how dramatic Jane Sampson could be.
"What’s her WhatsAPP account number?" Jas Black opened the newly registered account and clicked "Add Friend," waiting for Peter to rattle off the account number without looking at his phone before typing it in.
After searching for the user with the number Peter gave, Jas Black’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"That’s not right," said Jas Black.
"How could it be wrong? I know not only her account number but her password too. When we used to steal vegetables in gas, I was the one who logged in on ti to help her steal them; there’s no way I could have rembered it wrong." Confident that Jas Black wasn’t seeking him out for any fault of his own, Peter boldly stepped forward to peek at Jas Black’s phone and, seeing the profile displayed on the screen, nodded repeatedly, "That’s the one!"
Jas Black glanced at Peter, "Are you sure?"
He illuminated Peter’s phone screen and pointed at Jane Sampson’s nickna, "Your nickna for her here is ’Princess Egg-Yolk,’ but what is this ss on my end?"
"That’s right! This one is Jane Sampson!" Peter explained, "Princess Egg-Yolk is just a nickna I gave her. Her actual nickna has always been ’Jas Carter’s Mrs. Carter.’ She’s been using this na since she started WhatsAPP, and it never changed. Look, isn’t the avatar the sa?"
"Jas Carter’s Mrs. Carter?" Jas Black’s face soured, "Is Jas Carter that singer? The male star who looks like a boiled chicken?"
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