The boy fired back, almost cutting his friend off.
"I mean, it¡¯s not about whether it¡¯s a problem or not. What matters is—I¡¯m trying to solve it too, okay? What I¡¯m saying is, I¡¯ve got a whole damn bank in my head. I just..."
He rushed the words out in one breath, then paused.
A faint smile appeared on his face as he turned to look at his friend.
His friend squinted one eye, confused.
He gave a cold stare that said: Whatever comes out of your mouth next better make sense.
But the boy¡®s eyes didn¡¯t flinch.
It wasn¡¯t hesitation or doubt that held back what he was about to say.
There was something powerful beyond his eyes.
Like a hunter tracking the wingbeat of a distant bird,
finger resting gently on the trigger,
he waited in the silence,
timing the next line as if it were a bullet.