Spark At First Contact Chapter 6

As the lights came on, Logan returned to Hanning Mansion in the center of Ronggang City.

Warm water flowed from the faucet, and he slowly washed the foam from his fingers. His aunt called him from outside: "Meimei, your mother called me this afternoon and said that she has arranged a lounge for you in the school, so you can take a nap there in the future."

Logan paused his finger movements.

When the aunt didn't hear his response, she asked, "Baa, did you hear me?"

Logan couldn't help but sneer. He shook off the water droplets on his hands and said loudly: "She might as well build a dormitory building at the school. Wouldn't that make it more convenient for me?"

Auntie was silent at the dining table, vaguely hearing the buzzing of the dryer in the bathroom. After Logan finished washing his hands and sat down, she asked tentatively: "Then I'll call her back later and tell her that you'll take care of it, okay?"

"Ignore her." Logan slowly mixed his vegetable salad and put a plump little tomato into his mouth. "She always makes a fuss about nothing. She told the school how much my illness affects my life. Now all the teachers are taking special care of me."

Logan swallowed the sweet ketchup and continued in a neutral tone: "You know, there is a window for me alone in the school cafeteria. What does she want to do? Let me enjoy the attention of others every day when I eat at noon?"

I don't know when it started, but when talking about his mother, the handsome boy's face unconsciously covered with a layer of helpless indifference. As his aunt, Chu Heng saw his outward emotions and tried to give him the greatest comfort: "After all, she is not by your side, and the way she pampers you is inevitably inappropriate. When you have time, go and communicate with her, or I can help you convey it..."

"No, I told you, ignore her." Logan looked directly into the young woman's eyes. "She just wants to be a big lady, but the responsibility of being a parent always makes her feel guilty, so she keeps using this so-called 'care for her son' to satisfy herself and embarrass me. Do you understand?"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, Chu Heng felt the pressure coming from his cold eyes. She was dazed for a moment, and when she calmed down and looked at Logan again, he had already pursed his lips and lowered his head, concentrating on cutting the beef on the plate into small pieces and eating it neatly.

Chu Heng secretly sighed at the boy's calmness beyond his age. She also completely agreed with Logan's statement, so she simply changed the topic that would make him unhappy, and the chat atmosphere returned to its usual relaxed state: "Hey, the Harry Potter studio is open to the public this year. Let's go and have fun during your National Day holiday. I saw a lot of people posting pictures on Instagram. It's so interesting."

Logan was not very interested, but still agreed to her trip. After dinner, Chu Heng returned to her room with great interest to plan the route. Compared with Logan, her fifteen-year-old nephew, she was obviously more playful.

Logan moved into her aunt's house in the third year of junior high school, saying that she felt too stressed staying with her parents. Chu Heng was a webtoon artist with a relatively flexible work schedule, and in her spare time, she would help Logan study the nutritional balance of her diet. In addition, she was only 25 years old, so there was no generation gap between her and Logan, and their relationship was more like friends who could play together and take care of each other.

"The bowl you drink soup from..." Logan frowned halfway through his meal and looked at Chu Heng hesitantly.

Chu Heng lowered his head to check the bottom of the bowl and discovered that Logan had written five words on the white porcelain with a marker at some point: Meow Meow's Soup Bowl.

"Oh, they all look so similar... I sometimes get the wrong one."

"Why don't you just check before you take it? This is not the first time you've been so careless."

"Okay, okay, I'll buy myself a new set tomorrow, and give you all these at home." Chu Heng teased, "I'll let you write whatever you want, okay?"

Influenced by his mother's education, Logan liked to distinguish his things from others since he was a child. He was also slightly obsessed with cleanliness, and he would always find a way to put names on the tableware and cups he ate to prevent others from misusing them. When he was at home, he rarely shared the same items with his aunt, so Chu Heng often saw sticky notes with words like "Meimei's remote control", "Meimei's cushion", "Meimei's juicer" and so on appearing in various places in the house, as if they were silent warnings from the boy.

As night fell, Logan sat on the soft chair on the balcony to rest. Looking out, he could see the bright lights of Ronggang Business District and the sparkling Lanjiang River. The evening breeze passed over the water and gently blew on his cheeks. He was holding a snow-white python in his arms. Among the polygenic mutant ball pythons, its all-white appearance was specially named "white wedding dress", and Logan named it "fiona".

Fiona can be regarded as Logan's closest family member. She has excellent appearance, gentle temperament, and is often timid and curled up. Logan has been taking good care of her since two years ago. Now her body has almost grown to be as thick as a teenager's arm.

Logan stroked its smooth scales, let it coil on his forearm, and got up to go to the living room to get his schoolbag.

Chu Heng was lying in front of the computer, reading reports on the filming location of Harry Potter. She was struggling over whether to wear a Gryffindor uniform to board the plane. When she turned around, she saw Logan calmly entering the room with the snake in his arms. She was instantly terrified as if she had seen Voldemort. She screamed and picked up the keyboard to resist his Avada Kedavra.

"Want some candy?" Logan shook a string of Alps lollipops in his hand. When Chu Heng nodded in shock, he deliberately took a step forward while holding Fiona, which scared Chu Heng so much that he jumped onto the bed and waved his pillow.

The corners of Logan's mouth slightly raised, revealing a calm and innocent expression, and he gently threw the candy over.

"Didn't you quit sugar a long time ago?" Chu Heng asked him while hiding in the corner.

"It was given to me by someone else. Please eat it for me."

"Classmate?" Chu Heng's eyes lit up, "You made friends so quickly?"

"Not a friend." Logan denied, and Jason's blurry face automatically appeared in his mind. "How should I put it? He should be a person who is inexplicably enthusiastic towards others."

"That's great. You should spend more time with lively kids like this, and you will become more cheerful." Chu Heng stared at Logan and said earnestly, "Don't refuse to make friends just because it's too troublesome to maintain friendships. True friends won't find you troublesome, Mee Mee."

Logan lowered his head to avoid her gaze. His originally calm mood suddenly became impatient. His fingertips rubbed Fiona's skin texture a little awkwardly, as if he was trying to calm himself by soothing it.

"You talk too much nonsense." Logan said lightly, holding the snake and leaving Chu Heng's sight.

Chu Heng tore open a grape lollipop and put it in her mouth, and couldn't help but worry about her nephew's situation. In her memory, Logan was also a noisy boy when he was young, and he couldn't stop laughing when he played a prank on adults. Now he is growing up and becoming more and more quiet and introverted, even cold to others.

In fact, the main reason is his "narcolepsy". Not only can he not control his sleep, but he also suffers from cataplexy. This cataplexy often occurs when he laughs or is extremely sad or angry, so Logan has to keep his emotions stable at all times, otherwise, if he gets a little excited, he may fall to the ground with all his strength. If he wants to laugh out loud, he has to hold on to something in advance to avoid hurting himself when he cataplexy.

Except for very rare cases, Logan was always conscious and could talk to people normally every time he collapsed. So in order to train himself to control his emotions during the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination, Logan asked his aunt to read him a collection of jokes and funny jokes on the Internet.

When Chu Heng read out the words "I've lived for 42 years, and they are the two most boring people I have ever met", Logan bit his lower lip hard to stop himself from laughing out loud, but ended up losing strength and falling on the bed.

A minute later, Logan returned to normal and sat up.

Chu Heng asked him lovingly: "Do you still want to listen?"

"want."

Chu Heng couldn't bear it: "Then let me read you something that's not so funny...it was written by Professor Yin---"

"Ha..." Logan raised the corner of his mouth, and once again lost his strength and fell on the bed.

Since he was born with a low sense of humor, Chu Heng read to him over and over for a full thirty pages before he was too tired to laugh out loud. After that, even if Logan heard something funnier, he would just lie on the bed and weakly praise it as "very funny".

For ordinary people, "laughing" is a symbol of happiness at the moment, but for Logan it is a risk of both happiness and pain. Especially in a lively and happy atmosphere, if he suddenly falls to the ground, not only will he be embarrassed in public, but it will also make others at a loss.

So in addition to taking anti-cataplexy drugs, he also forces himself to keep his mood swings within a safe range, which means he has to be cautious when participating in entertainment activities.

Doing this did alleviate the symptoms of cataplexy, but Chu Heng was very worried that Logan would miss the opportunity to play with his classmates for the sake of so-called self-esteem.

However, Logan didn't seem to care about it. After being pulled into the class group by the monitor, he directly blocked the group messages. When a classmate added him as a friend, he only used automatic replies to perfunctorily greet the other party. Compared with building friendships with them, Logan still cared more about studying. He didn't think that collapsing in public was the most embarrassing thing, but that he couldn't get the first place in an ordinary high school like Chengjun.

Because he sleeps longer than others every day, he has to work harder when he is awake. He put Fiona back into the snake box and sat at his desk to recite the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" and the notes under the book, striving to master the required passages in the five Chinese textbooks before the end of the National Day holiday.

After reviewing today's lessons, Logan took out a black leather notebook as usual. On the cover page was a note in neat handwriting he had written a long time ago, "Everything that Mee Mee hates."

The nickname "Meimei" was what Logan's family called him before he was seven years old. It is said that when he just learned to speak, he always pronounced "Logan" as "Chu Mei", so everyone referred to him as "Meimei".

After he started primary school, his parents seemed to agree that boys were beginning to have independent consciousness, so they simply called him by his full name, so that Logan would not complain about the nickname they gave him in the future. But in fact, Logan still preferred the adults to call him "Meimei" affectionately, but now only his aunt was willing to call him that.

Logan turned to the most recently recorded page of "Everything Mee Mee Hates".

August 2012

1. The mung bean soup cooked by my aunt tastes bad.

2. The phone case is thick and heavy.

3. Mosquito coils, choking.

4. Bluetooth headphones hurt my ears.

5. Carbon ink.

...

...

38. Youth League Committee, intuition.

39. Chengjun’s bell for the end of get out of class has a somewhat sad melody, even though everyone likes the end of get out of class.

40.

After habitually writing down a rounded number, Logan picked up the pen and thought about what to use to fill this position. The tip of the pen paused at first, and then fell smoothly on the paper, writing four neat words.

"Jason, Muggle."