Chapter 19, The Next Day
Sure enough, in the classroom the next day, Zhuo saw Ling, who had returned to his normal and impeccable state.

Although her face was as white as a piece of paper that had not been wetted with ink, there were still traces of redness, which showed that Ling was in good health and had not spent a whole night in the cold wind.

That’s great, haha.

Zhuo felt that he was a big idiot.

At this moment, he had heavy eye bags and a light layer of black, or simply put, dark circles. His eyelids drooped listlessly.

Although he kept telling himself that he couldn't help and Zero didn't need help.

But if anyone encounters such a situation, they will not be able to sleep at night, right? They will all be worried, right?
The petite female student squatted in a narrow alley, not knowing if she had a place to stay at night or if she would encounter any danger... Zhuo was the same.

I tossed and turned until about 2 o'clock, then got up like an idiot, and in the cold dark wind, wearing only my pajamas, I ran to an alley a few blocks away, staring at the empty alley in a daze.

Idiot, you deserve it!

"Zhuo, are you going to die?"

Yurina teased as she poked his face with her fingertips.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhuo pushed her hand away. "You are not a student in this class, why are you hanging around here? It's so annoying."

"Wow——Zhuo is so angry, it must be that, it must be that! It must be that! The adolescent boy's hormones are over-accumulated!" Yurina yelled.

Zhuo probably understood that Yurina was using her own method to help him regain his spirits. He understood it, but now he just wanted to sleep.

"Okay Yamamoto, don't disturb Zhuo anymore." Kiritani Jin smiled bitterly.

"Oh——" Yurina responded reluctantly.

Seeing Yurina leave, Zhuo felt relieved.

"Hey, Zhuo, do you need me to ask for leave for you? You'd better go to the infirmary." Ren moved a chair to the side.

"Thanks. I'll be fine after a good sleep." Zhuo said weakly while lying on the table.

He was just too sleepy.

What time did you go to bed last night? Or did you even fall asleep?
I have no impression of Zhuo at all.

I only remember returning home, closing my eyes, and not long after, the alarm clock rang, the sky was bright, and I rushed to school.

"Really? What did you do? Play games all night? Take care of yourself." Ren shook his head helplessly.

Zhuo had already closed his eyes and answered dazedly: "Maybe... I saved a stray cat?"

His voice was quiet, but Ren heard it anyway.

"Stray cats? Isn't it the old story of getting up in the middle of the night and secretly checking if any stray cats on the street have been taken away?"

"Benevolence……"

"how?"

"You're so scary." You actually guessed everything right.

Is it really that old-fashioned?
"That's too much..." Ren said, "But you did the right thing. It's really worrying to encounter such helpless little animals."

helpless?

So that feeling is helplessness?

Yesterday's scene naturally emerged in Zhuo's mind.

At that time, the feeling that Ling gave him was as if the entire street was splashed with ink, splashing with the sadness that overflowed from her, so that even Zhuo felt heavy.

So it's...helpless?

What kind of thing could make someone like Zero helpless?

Lu Mingze? But it’s been so long since his incident happened, it should have been clear by now.

What is that?
Zhuo was drowsy, his consciousness was getting deeper and deeper, and he slowly fell asleep... Bullshit!
Anyone who has ever pulled an all-nighter during the school day knows that getting some sleep in school is a very difficult thing, and the teacher’s eyes are hard to see!

Zhuo's seat was still in the first row, so he had no chance to sleep at all.

He could only cover his face with books and kowtow repeatedly. At a certain moment, his body sank, and he immediately woke up under the effect of weightlessness. He repeated this process.

Just keep on enduring, looking forward to the end of school.

He didn't make it until the end of school and fell asleep during a class in the afternoon without realizing it.

after that,
He was awakened by the cold.

When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black all around, and Zhuo couldn't even remember that he was in the classroom.

I moved my body and the seat under my butt made a creaking sound, and then I came back to reality.

In the pitch-black room, although it is not pitch dark, the chair under the table cannot be seen clearly.

He looked around. The moon was full tonight, so visibility inside the house was better. White lines were reflected on the polished desk.

It was quiet all around, and it seemed that there was no one left in the school.

There are tall buildings outside the classroom, all with lights on.

"Ren, this grandson, didn't even remember to call me after school!!" Zhuo said to himself with gritted teeth.

There's no point in complaining. I'll settle the score with him tomorrow.

Now we can only pray that the school has not locked its doors, otherwise we might have to spend the night in school... Their school is the Affiliated High School of the University of Tokyo, some say it is a central university, and it is a key high school, so the school has a high level of prevention awareness. If you want to escape over the wall, you have to learn how to pole vault first.

Zhuo wiped his face twice, stood up, and immediately shivered.

Although it was already June, the nights were still very cold, and Zhuo couldn't help rubbing his arms.

But it might also have something to do with him sleeping in the classroom.

In short, the most urgent thing is to leave here. Zhuo didn't think much, kicked the chair away and walked out. As soon as he took a step, he felt his steps were particularly heavy, as if he had rushed too much and had no strength at all.

Zhuo quickly supported himself on the table to prevent himself from falling.

He could not laugh or cry.

Is this a fever?

Yes, I was blown in the cold wind all night and stayed up all day without sleep. In the end, I just slept in the classroom until dark. It would be strange if I didn’t have a fever.

But this is not a solution, we have to find a way to go back.

He staggered and walked out, holding on to the table or the wall. It was a bit difficult, but he managed to hold on.

Thinking this, he resolutely started to go down the stairs.

Although his movements were a little stiff and he felt like his hands and feet were rebelling against him, his head wasn't so dizzy that he couldn't see the road clearly.

As he slowly climbed the first step of the stairs holding the handrail, his body suddenly became weak and powerless.

Maybe my legs are weak.

If you are on a flat road, sitting on the ground is nothing.

But he was facing the stairs!
Zhuo cried out in his heart: My life is over~
Also prepared to protect his handsome face.

But the next second, he felt someone pulling his arm hard and forcing it back to its original position.

Zhuo looked to the side in confusion. It was too dark and he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

The golden hair that stroked the side of her face was so soft, like an angel's shed feathers touching the heart of a mortal.

Some faint sounds reached Zhuo's ears, but he couldn't hear them clearly. Perhaps the fever was too severe, and his brain finally joined the rebellion.

What a shame!
Zhuo thought in his heart and said a word with his last consciousness.

"I'll return the favor...Romanov-san."

Then, the vision went completely dark.

(End of this chapter)