The Autistic Puppy: A Gentle Soul

My childhood friend complained I was too mouthy, not at all like a proper girl. He told me to learn from the gentle campus belle. But who would’ve thought the campus belle herself would be staring at my mouth, lost in thought. “I heard you’re such a chatterbox you could get a mute to talk?” She wanted me to go pester her autistic brother, offering a thousand yuan for every single word I could get out of him. The campus belle was still too naive. A renegade like me has her own tricks. I walked to the back of the classroom and gently tapped on the quiet boy’s desk. “Aren’t you going to explain it to everyone? You know, about licking my feet while I was asleep last night.” His eyes widened, and a crack appeared on his frozen face. “I did not.” I turned back confidently and flashed a brilliant smile at the campus belle. “Pay up.”