Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Hash It Out

Celine Grandpa's call came in while I was driving to my training center. My phone was connected to the car's Bluetooth, so I pushed the answer button and plugged on my earphone. "Hello, Grandpa." "Hello, Celine. How's your day going?" "It's going well. Yours?" "Similar. Where are you now? Are you still at work?" "No. I have an appointment with my instructor." "What instructor?" "My martial arts instructor." "Well, that's strange. I didn't know martial arts was now among your hobby." "You know now, Grandpa," I said sourly. My life was a chaos again. I had to drive another company car out while my car remained in the open parking space. Reporters lurked around it, waiting for me to come out and assail me with questions. Juicy news indeed. I wasn't in the mood to have several camera flashing bright lights in my face. It would be another scandal if I fainted amidst all that frenzy. I hated being the center of attention for anything that was not positively impactful. "Wh