Cutie: Hello, I’m Thelma. I’m happy to meet you.
Thelma? Such a casual name? And who tells their real name when they first meet on social media? He genuinely worried about the intelligence of those brats.
Cutie: What’s your name? I saw your profile; are you forty? I’m sixteen this year, so I’ll call you uncle, okay? Uncle, this is my first time using WhatsApp, and I’m really happy. What about you?
silentstorm: Oh.
Cutie: Wow, uncle, you replied! But why just one word? Where are you now? Are you at work? I’m still in school, and I have midterms tomorrow. It’s so stressful! Uncle, do you also get stressed about exams when you were in school?
Noah looked at the pile of messages and sneered. Keep making things up, even about exams!
He ignored her and picked up his book again, but unexpectedly, after not replying, she sent him several more messages shortly after.
Cutie: Uncle, what are you doing? The weather is so nice here! Where are you from? How’s the weather there?
Cutie: Uncle, I just saw a bunch of ants on the road. It looks like it’s going to rain soon; the ants are moving their homes.
Cutie: Why aren’t you replying to me?
Noah frowned. How could someone be so clueless? Which brat was this, so chatty?
Silentstorm: Want to practice?
Cutie: Practice? What practice? Are you talking about military training?
Silentstorm: Patience is limited; know when to stop.
Cutie: Did I say something wrong? Do you think I’m too chatty? This is my first time using social media; I’m just too excited and curious.
Silentstorm: Get lost.
Just as he sent the word “get lost,” Dennis pushed the door open and came in, bringing him food. When he saw Noah holding his phone, he immediately brightened up, “You were just complaining about me being chatty, and now you’re chatting with someone?”
Noah directly tossed the phone in front of him, “Speak, which brat is bored and looking for trouble?”
Dennis looked confused, “What are you talking about?”
At that moment, a message came in, and Dennis hurriedly handed the phone over, “Quick, quick, your online friend sent you a message.”
Noah looked at him with a serious expression. His confused look didn’t seem fake, “Is this friend not one of your pranks?”
Dennis immediately looked aggrieved, “We’re not that bored, and we don’t have the guts to create a fake account to mess with you. You think too highly of us.”
Noah: “…”
So it really wasn’t them who created the fake account?
The message notification flashed again, and Noah clicked to open it.
Cutie: Do I really annoy you that much? If you don’t want to chat with me, just say so. Why tell me to get lost?
A long string of crying emojis followed the message.
Dennis stood by the bed, craning his neck to take a look, “This Cutie looks like a girl at first glance. Noah, it’s really too much to tell a girl to get lost.”
Noah: “…”
Could it be that the other party was really a little girl and not one of their pranks?
Cutie: Uncle, why are you being so rude?
Another two strings of crying emojis followed.
Dennis said coolly from the side, “You’ve hurt the little girl’s feelings; you should comfort her.”
He shot Dennis a glare, and Dennis immediately shut up, making a surrender gesture and obediently leaving the room.
Noah looked at the long string of crying emojis in front of him, imagining a teenage girl being hurt, and he felt a headache coming on.
Silentstorm: Sorry, I misunderstood. I’m injured and not in a good mood, so I accidentally hurt you.
Cutie: Uncle, are you hurt? Is it serious? Are you in the hospital now?
No longer complaining, she turned to express concern for his injury. This little girl’s heart was really big.
Silentstorm: Yeah.
From then on, this little girl would send him messages almost every day. He didn’t know how she had so much to say daily. Perhaps it was because he was injured and had nothing else to do, and he felt a bit guilty for misunderstanding her at first. Otherwise, with someone so chatty around him, he would have deleted her as a friend long ago.
In less than a week of adding her as a friend, he learned her basic situation. There was no way; she told him everything, even the most trivial things like what she ate today and what dreams she had last night.
He learned where her home was, which school she attended, that she had a stepmother she didn’t like, and that she had a beloved sister in Brackenfield.
Fortunately, he wasn’t a bad person; otherwise, revealing so much personal information on social media could be dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands. So he gently reminded her not to share too much personal information with strangers, but she replied, “It’s okay; Uncle is a good person.”
Ha, a good person? She didn’t know him; how could she know what kind of person he was? So naive.
