Chapter 207, Smells Bad (Part )

The silver-gray supercar stopped at the intersection.

Green light.

The supercar started quickly and drove into the downtown area first.

inside the car.

Mr. Romanov sat upright, looking straight ahead, his hands on the steering wheel.

Utsunomiya Shuo was wearing a seat belt, curled up in the passenger seat near the door... Compared to Zero, he was so big that the word "curled up" was used to interpret his sitting posture at the moment.

First, the body moves towards the door, with almost half of the body pressed against it. Then the legs, which are usually careless and sometimes even placed under the windshield, are carefully gathered together this time, like a little girl, and lean to the left, towards the door. The hands are placed on the knees.

The posture is uncomfortable.

No one forced him,

It's all voluntary.

The cause of the incident was a few minutes ago...

...Utsunomiya Shuo stood on the steps in front of the revolving door, watching Kazama Ruri leave. After making sure that his figure had completely disappeared, he gradually withdrew his gaze.

Zhuo didn't know whether what he did was right or not.

Mixed into this chessboard.

Even though the way he got involved was subtle enough...it was hard to say whether there would be problems or whether he would be discovered.

But thinking back, it seemed as if from the beginning of getting along with Zero, I had been pulled by an invisible thread and slowly fell into it - the nanny group, the eight snake families, the fierce ghost group, Pompeii, these chess players or chess pieces, all met one by one.

I feel so complicated.

When Zhuo was immersed in this emotion, he suddenly felt a chill on his forearm.

Not a metaphor.

Someone put a cup of iced black tea on him. The person stood on the steps expressionlessly, not looking at Zhuo's reaction. He sipped another cup of hot milk, silently, looking in the same direction as him.

"It's so cold." Zhuo reached out and took the paper cup of coffee.

"It can help you sober up." Ling explained lightly.

"Not drinking."

"Ah."

"The dance was more boring than I thought. Fortunately, the small garden is nice. There is a hanging basket. It is quite quiet."

"I lay there for two hours."

"Lying down for two hours." Utsunomiya Shuo repeated.

As for the embarrassing thing that I wanted to join the group and then suddenly realized that I couldn’t dance, there’s no need to talk about it.

It was Mr. Romanov, who usually pays attention to every detail, who neglected it this time and didn't remind him to prepare in advance!

It almost made a big fool of itself.

Wait!

Is it really negligence?

Could it be that Ling did it on purpose, deliberately not reminding him of this, so that Zhuo would not be able to go dancing with other girls? That's why he was allowed to come here so easily, and only asked "whether he would go back tonight".

Emmmm...a bit narcissistic, and quite narcissistic.

Because this is a bit untrue.

The premise of this conjecture is that Ling likes him, so he does this out of inner emotion.

It's impossible, impossible. Even though Zhuo hopes this is true, he can't believe it.

Otherwise, why does Zero like him?

Do you like him because he is poor? Do you like him because he is lazy? Do you like him because he can’t cook? Do you like him because he can’t show off? Or do you like him because he is plain-looking and can’t stand out from the crowd?

Zhuo brainstormed and denied the "three major illusions in life: she likes me" in his heart, then he withdrew his thoughts and shook his head.

However, this strange behavior did not cause Zero, who had not heard a voice for a long time, to express doubt.

He turned his head and found that Ling, who had been silent for a long time, was looking up at him. To be more precise, she was looking at his neck because her eyes were not aligned with his. Moreover, Zhuo could see Ling's nose twitching slightly when he turned his eyes slightly...

Utsunomiya Shuo naturally couldn't smell any strange smell on himself.

I heard that girls' sense of smell is very sharp at certain times. Even if you rub off a layer of skin, they can still compare the smell on your body when you go out and judge that you have taken a shower outside - such a scary thing.

Of course, Zhuo only heard it from others and he had never experienced it.

However, Utsunomiya Shuo naturally didn't have to worry about such a thing happening to himself. He was a poor guy and even his suit was found by Zero, so he was left with a clean suit.

however.

When Zhuo lowered his head following Ling's gaze, in the peripheral vision of his vision, he saw something vaguely red flash by.

Turn your head again.

A red lip print poked out from above the black coat, and on the collar of the white shirt lining, it was clearly engraved. It was particularly conspicuous against the pure white background, like a peerless magical flower blooming on the Arctic ice field.

Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then she instantly understood the reason and figured out the culprit she had ignored - Yurina.

"..."

Yurina is his friend, but this friend seems to have gone bad.

Anyway, this kind of thing was very embarrassing, so Zhuo didn't tell Ling about it. He never thought that there would be such a foreshadowing.

There is no way to explain it now.

Firstly, without an identity, it seems very deliberate.

Secondly, any explanation afterwards would be pale.

Zhuo slowly turned his gaze towards the silent girl, opened his mouth and then closed it, ready to face Ling's accusation - after all, he had just said that he lay in the hanging basket for two hours, which was true, but he did leave for a while in the middle. So this was a lie.

And it's not a white lie or a joke.

Just when Utsunomiya Shuo thought that Zero was going to say something cold to him, he was even prepared to be kicked a few times by her, or to be made to feel some sarcastic remark.

In the end, Ling just looked up at him and said in a vague voice: "Then go back..."

Then he turned silently and walked towards the driver's seat of the car.

When Zero turned around, Utsunomiya Shuo vaguely saw that she had drooping eye bags and a reserved look in her eyes, which was rare...

…Time goes back to the present.

Utsunomiya Shuo knew he was guilty, although given their current relationship, it was unclear what the crime was. But he was guilty.

So curl up.

If you stay close to the car door for a long time, your body will actually slide towards the middle of the seat due to the interaction of gravity and the smooth leather seat... and then Zero, who is looking ahead at the car, will frown.

Nothing was said.

But it seemed like nothing had been said.

Zhuo had no choice but to shrink back feeling aggrieved.

My legs feel numb after keeping one position for too long, and I want to change direction.

"It smells bad." Ling gave his comment without even turning his head.

Zhuo didn't know what smelled bad.

Don't dare to ask.

I could only pretend to be stupid and touch the interior of the car roof, find a topic to chat about, and ease the atmosphere.

"Suddenly I realized that this sports car is so small." Utsunomiya Shuo said casually.

“Next time buy a truck.”

Ling looked ahead and said coldly.

wash:"……"

The topic is over.

　Thanks to brother 20220703153922263 for the 100-point reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)