Solo Leveling Middle Finger Novels & Stories

They all say doubtfully. “And how many units?” “Six?” “Exactly! Four nines are thirty-six!” The girls all stare at him as the penny drops. “Do this one,” he says. “Eight times nine.” They all stare at their fingers and count to eight, which turns out to be the middle finger of their right hand. They fold it down, looking at each other to make sure they’ve got the right one. “How many tens?” he asks. “Seven!” “And units?” “Two!”

I yell. “I would have sent a text but A.” She holds up a tiny finger, Jesus she has small hands. “You didn’t give me your number. And B”, she holds up her middle finger, “I don’t have a phone to text you on anyway.” She then drops her first finger and flips me off with her still standing middle finger. I grab her middle finger in my fist and squeeze. “Do that again and I’ll make you eat it.” I seethe.