Chapter 21,

Just like every time before,
Perhaps these hybrids have a far superior intuition than ordinary people, and can keenly perceive the gazes cast towards them.
Otherwise, why would she always notice Zhuo's gaze every time he looked towards Ling?

Ling was still kneeling on one leg on the bed, his waist straightened, looking straight at him without any shyness.

Looking into her eyes,

For the first time, I felt that Zero’s eyes might not be that cold.

Zhuo lived two lives, which added up to several decades.

He didn't believe in God or Buddha, and naturally didn't believe in hell or heaven, but why did he feel that an angel had fallen to earth?

"……Thanks."

"will not."

Ling's cold response made Zhuo smile bitterly.

But Ling didn't look at him, so naturally he didn't care whether his smile was bitter or not.

Ling held the glass in his hand and left the room again without saying anything else.

Zhuo watched her close the door again, not knowing whether she was really leaving this time. He also didn't know what to do, so he just stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Perhaps only those who have truly lived alone know how reassuring it is to have someone take care of you when you are sick.

It’s like when you forget to bring toilet paper, someone receives your text message and rushes over from thousands of miles away, and the hand that reaches out from outside the door looks so pleasing to the eye.

click -

The door was opened again. Zhuo blinked and looked at her, and the glass in her hand that was filled with water again, trying his best to show an innocent expression like a little raccoon.

He wanted to tell Zero that he was no longer thirsty and no longer needed water.

But Ling's gaze was too cold, so he didn't dare to say anything.

Ling seemed to see what he was thinking. He walked to the bedside, handed him a cup of water with one hand, and showed him his other hand.

In the not-so-big palm was a piece of spread-out white paper with a few capsules scattered on it.

"You drank the water too quickly just now and didn't take the medicine." Ling said bluntly.

"…Did you buy it outside?"

Zhuo Ke didn't remember having any cold medicine at home. This was definitely something he bought himself or always kept in the car.

"Who else but me? If you're worried, I can have a portion too."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant... Never mind, I'll eat it."

It turns out that I bought it specifically for him.

Zhuo never thought that Ling would take care of him to this extent, and for a moment he was a little flattered.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand and took out the pills in Ling's palm... He used two fingers to pick up the pills in Ling's palm one by one, without touching Ling's palm at all.

Then he took the cup of water in his other hand and swallowed the cold medicine with the cold water.

Ling stared at him the whole time as he took the cold medicine, then naturally took the glass from his hand and put it in his own hand, then tucked in the quilt that had already become a little messy, then stood up straight, looked at him again, and said:
"The special medicine will take effect soon. Drinking two glasses of water is enough to recover. Also, if the towel is hot, use this. There is water in the basin. Remember to wring it out before putting it back on."

In her eyes, Zhuo seemed like a useless person, so Ling specially placed a basin filled with water and a spare towel on the table so that they could be reached by hand.

"...Oh...Oh oh." Zhuo was stunned by what he said.

Oh no, it's the feeling of motherly love.

"That's it, see you tomorrow, Utsunomiya-san." Zero bowed slightly.

Hearing Ling's sudden farewell, Zhuo knew that she was really leaving this time. He didn't say anything to keep her. The relationship between the two was just classmates, and it would only be classmates in the future. It was unlikely that there would be any other development.

Although I have said thank you many times,
"Thank you."

After Zhuo said this, Ling walked out of the room with clattering footsteps.

Her footsteps were very slow, just like the tone of her voice when she spoke, and just like her personality, never hurried or slow, and without any fluctuations, as if it were a machine.

The sound was getting farther and farther away and smaller, but Zhuo could hear every sound clearly. Finally, with a crisp sound, the footsteps disappeared completely.

Zero just left like that, without saying a word extra. It seemed like he also explained some things, which could even be described as nagging.

But she left so quickly and decisively that people didn't have time to react.

She came without saying hello, like a young general in a white robe breaking through thousands of troops.

The departure was extremely cold.

Zhuo lay in a trance in the truly quiet bedroom, letting out a long breath that could not be called a sigh, thinking to himself: How could things turn out like this?

...Oh, maybe Jin asked Zero to take care of himself, so Jin left with peace of mind.

And Zero did exactly that.

But why? Why would Zero go to such lengths?
Has Su Enxi explained her situation clearly to her?

Or did Ling guess that the reason he caught a cold was related to what happened when he saw her yesterday?

He didn't understand.

In fact, Zhuo also understood the reason why he felt lost. It was just the little thoughts of men. He knew it in his heart that when he heard that Ling was leaving, he was indeed sad for a moment, but not much, just for a moment.

Zero has done enough to this point, it's his own problem.

No matter what, you shouldn't stay overnight at the home of an unfamiliar person of the opposite sex... Even if Ling's individual combat capability is equivalent to that of a special forces unit, there is no need to worry that Zhuo will have any bad intentions towards him.

Zhuo tilted his head again and looked at the quilt that Ling had tucked in again.

His brain was a little stiff at the time... After all, the last woman who was willing to tuck him in was Utsunomiya's mother... So he didn't react.

The quilt is tucked in well, and the corners that are folded inward are very flat, so there is no discomfort.

I don't know what Ke Zhuo was thinking. He twisted his body again and kicked away the tucked quilt.

Everything returned to the way it was before.

Zhuo lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, recalling Ling's back when he left.

The effect of the medicine began to take effect, and Zhuo's brain, which had just woken up, felt sleepy again, and he soon fell asleep.

……

When Zhuo woke up the next day, it was still dark.

But he couldn't sleep anymore. If you calculate, he could say that he slept from yesterday afternoon to this morning, and the total time he was awake was less than half an hour, and the rest of the time he was sleeping.

But sleep is indeed useful. He now feels relaxed all over and his mind is especially clear. But his body feels sticky and he doesn't feel very comfortable.

He glanced at his phone and saw that it was still early, so he prepared to go wash up.

I went to the bathroom, took off the school uniform I had been wearing since school, and started to wash up...

Twenty minutes later, Zhuo, wearing a new school uniform, walked out of the house.

Maybe it's because of recovery.
Zhuo always felt that he was in a particularly good mood on the way to school today.

(End of this chapter)