Chapter 100, New Year is coming

The reason why Zhuo guessed that Ling would feel this way was because Ling was that kind of person.

Although she had no expression and her voice rarely fluctuated.

But she never hides her emotions.

If it doesn't show, it doesn't exist.

"...Please give me your guidance next year as well."

Zhuo said again.

This can be said to be a polite remark, and every family will say this during the New Year.

But when it comes to Zero, this sentence only has literal meaning.

"understood."

Zero nodded.

"You're not going to the New Year's Day worship either, are you?"

Zero asked, looking at him again.

"Ah - that's about it. There are too many people."

"Isn't it because you're too lazy to go out?"

"Can't argue with that."

"I see. It'll be the same as before."

"Yes, everything will be fine as usual."

Because I really don't want to join in the fun, so forget it.

And if I go to worship and draw divination with Zero, I always feel like I will become very conspicuous.

forgive me.

However, Zhuo kept this thought in his heart and did not say it to Ling himself.

Of course, in all aspects of daily life, Zhuo felt that he would not be polite to her.

Zhuo didn't say anything like "I will work hard to become better". He probably wouldn't believe it even if he said it, and he didn't think there was any point in doing so.

Subsequently.

Utsunomiya Shuo thought that since it was New Year, there should be some New Year flavor.

So he turned on the New Year's song program on his mobile phone, turned up the volume to the maximum, and placed the phone on the table.

They both could hear it.

He checked the time and saw that there were only a few minutes left.

It's time to enter a new day.

Maybe Zero only watches TV when she has to, it doesn't look like she's familiar with Neon's songs.

Zhuo looked at Ling's profile quietly without any concealment. She was staring at the screen of her mobile phone. She must have noticed his gaze, but did not point it out, nor did she look at him with the same cold eyes as when they first met.

After all, it's been so long, I should get used to it.

——The fact that Utsunomiya Shuo likes looking at beautiful girls.

Looking at Ling's exquisite profile, it feels like time has passed faster than I imagined.

The program on the phone screen changed into a variety of scenery. The two people present anticipated the next scene and felt the atmosphere of the approaching New Year.

The New Year's Eve bell began to ring.

Ding-ding ...

It goes on and on, as if there is no end.

Three full minutes.

Before midnight, Buddhist temples across Japan ring the New Year bell 108 times.

Ling sat beside him, listening quietly to the New Year's Eve bells, and slowly closed his eyes.

A moment later, 107 bells were heard -

"Happy New Year."

Zero said as he opened his eyes.

"Happy New Year."

Zhuo was stunned for a moment before replying, and then said: "I was beaten to the punch this time - were you counting the bells just now?"

"Making a wish."

Zero shook his head slightly.

Although she shook her head only slightly, the light golden tassels on the sides of her face still swayed as if the wind was blowing, and finally slowly drooped down.

There seemed to be no resistance.

"So lovely."

Zero looked over with doubt.

Utsunomiya Shuo smiled and said, "I'm talking about your hair."

Zero turned his head away without responding or changing his expression.

Although Ling said that she is not the type to be liked by others, she has never denied her appearance. She must know that she is outstanding in appearance.

So not surprising.

This is a matter of course.

“Please give me your guidance this year.”

"Me too."

At this time, Zhuo's mobile phone on the low table vibrated slightly - a text message came in. Without thinking, I knew it must be a New Year's text message from family and friends.

There was no sound from Zero's phone.

Zhuo looked at the phone on the table and thought for a while, but didn't pick it up. "That's it," Zhuo fell back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling and thinking.

"……Thanks."

"Thank you for what."

Zhuo was still looking at the ceiling, already feeling a little sleepy.

"It has everything."

Zero's faint voice came into his ears from the side.

"Oh, me too."

Zhuo didn't like this topic very much, so he paused and said, "Making a wish is a tradition of your Russian people?"

"I heard that. Three days before the New Year, even Japanese people who don't have strong religious beliefs will go to shrines or temples to pray for the new year. It's a Japanese tradition."

"That must be at a shrine or temple."

Zhuo looked at her with a smile.

"Ah."

Zero nodded expressionlessly.

"Uh, I know."

Zhuo put away his playful smile and continued to look at the ceiling.

Does this count as making an indirect accusation or slyly attacking someone?
Click me, right?
I just don’t go to the temple to worship!
I'm just lazy!

What's wrong!
Just pretend you didn’t hear it.

……

morning.

Zhuo was awakened by a knock on the door, and did not hear the familiar cooking sounds of the past few months.

Ever since Ling came to cook for her personally, Zhuo had told her where the key was, and there had been no knocking on the door since then.

He got up, either attracted by the smell or awakened by the sound of cooking.

Now the knock on the door reappears.

Something strange.

The room was so quiet that I could hear the birds singing outside the window, and the sunlight was shining in, shining on my face.

This meant that it was already past sunrise, and Zero Prank wasn't trying to force himself to watch the sunrise.

Because he slept too late yesterday, or rather this morning, it took Zhuo a while to figure out the situation.

Then there was a knock on the door.

The knocking on the door was neither too fast nor too slow, and very patient.

While he was in a daze, the knocking on the door never stopped, with a frequency and tone that was neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, repeatedly reaching his ears.

The sound is very close.

Not the outside door, but the bedroom door.

"zero?"

Zhuo turned his head to look towards the bedroom door and asked tentatively.

"Ah."

The familiar voice responded, it was indeed hers.

"Is there a problem."

Zhuo was still a little dazed, which meant he hadn't woken up yet.

"The meal is ready, so I called you up."

Zero spoke through the door, his tone as calm as ever.

“Oh—I see.”

Zhuo suddenly realized.

Then I took out my cell phone from under the pillow and checked the time. It was 7:59.

This time is really too accurate! Does it have to be so precise?

But thinking of what Zero had just said, he couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter was clear in the quiet room.

There was no movement behind the door, and Ling also heard it, but she didn't ask why.

“Like my mom.”

Zhuo found it funny and climbed out of bed, explaining it at the same time.

Zero behind the door didn't say much.

Judging from the 'patta patta' sound of slippers that was gradually fading away, she must have gone back to the kitchen.

He probably wasn't angry. Zero wasn't that kind of person.

……

"Good morning."

"morning."

When they arrived in the living room, Utsunomiya Shuo took the initiative to greet them, and today's response was missing two words.

And she was still sitting on the sofa, eating, without looking up to see his response.

Very perfunctory.

Zhuo: “…” So you’re still a little angry, right?

　Thanks to brother 150213211431005 for the monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)