Chapter 269, The Train Home
"It would be nice if I could come home later."

After walking, Utsunomiya Shuo and Zero boarded the Shinkansen bound for Tokyo - on their way home.

Although today is not the weekend, it is exactly noon now, and there are people on the tram returning home from work for lunch break as well as people going home from outings.

Zhuo and Ling also went home at the same time as these people did, so the tram was very crowded.

Although it wasn't as crowded as the rush hour we usually see on TV, it was still crowded enough to squeeze Zhuo and Ling into a corner.

But they would bump into others anyway, so the two of them leaned against the wall without any resistance, and then they faced each other. Zhuo used his hands to support the wall, and the space between iquebao and Ling became a situation similar to a wall-dong... It was called similar because the height difference between the two people really didn't look like a wall-dong, and Ling's forehead could only rest on his chest... Ling looked up with a somewhat troubled expression.

Although Zhuo felt that this posture was not very good, he thought that Ling's usual cleanliness habits would definitely not work in such a crowded place, so he had to ask her to be patient.

There was a faint fragrance coming from Ling. It was hard to tell where it came from. It was a bit like milk and fruit, faint, but very nice. Also, because of the height difference, Zhuo could see the shadow on her chest from his angle... To be honest, even after removing the armor, Ling's chest didn't have a noticeable bulge, but the curvature could be seen slightly. But how should I put it? Zhuo never thought of himself as a loli control, but he just thought that this curvature was very beautiful... So Zhuo had to be careful not to look at this.

Zhuo also has to endure some things.

"…It's very crowded. Sorry."

Since Ling is gradually becoming independent, this kind of thing will definitely happen again in the future after losing his financial resources. Anyway, with Zhuo's ability, he probably won't be able to afford a car like Aston Martin in this lifetime. There are also other aspects of life. Even though we know that Ling may not care about these trivial aspects of life, over time, even the most patient people may be worn out.

So is this really okay? Zhuo was worried.

"There's nothing we can do about it. There are just a lot of people here at this time... Don't apologize to me for something like this." Zero said as a matter of course.

"Oh, you don't need to apologize... Well, there may be many more such things, and if I apologize for all of them, it will never end."

"That's not what I meant." She looked up at Zhuo's face and then sighed, "...I should apologize because I haven't thought about saving money, so I probably won't be able to prepare expensive meals like before for a long time."

"Eh?"

"I'll find a way to make money as soon as possible, don't worry."

Although Zhuo really wanted to ask her how she could make money quickly (robbing a bank?), Ling had already turned her head away calmly and didn't seem to intend to say anything more, so it would be useless to ask her.

Even so, Zhuo would not say something like "You don't need to make money, just leave it to me, so and so", and this one-sided "heroism" is not as considerate as you think. Long-term interpersonal relationships must be equal, this is the premise! Moreover, with her ability, making money is not a difficult thing for her. If she insists on showing off to earn a man's face, it will not only not add points, but will appear childish and ridiculous in the eyes of others.

But I'm still curious about how he makes money... After all, with his current ability, if it is legal, he also wants Zero to take her with him.

Zhuo felt confused, but continued to maintain the space for Ling to be more relaxed.

However, when the train left Izu and passed through the city's stop, the door on the other side opened and passengers filed in, making the train even more crowded.

As a matter of course, Zhuo was pushed towards Ling. The space that was finally freed up was gone, and the two of them were very close together. Zhuo, who was in a double situation of secret joy and embarrassment, didn't know what to do. Although Zhuo had to use his other hand to pull the suitcase to prevent it from running around due to the speed change of the train, now the only hand he had was simply unable to support a piece of space... Even if the reason was appropriate, the two bodies were equivalent to being pressed tightly together.

Zhuo didn't even need to lower her head to know that Ling's face was touching his chest, but she didn't seem to have any shame or dissatisfaction. She just lowered her brows and remained silent.

"Well, since you said not to apologize for this, I don't know what to say."

"... Well, don't worry about it. It can't be helped."

When Ling said this, one side of his cheek was completely pressed against his chest. The other half of his face that was exposed had no expression and his eyes were a little vague, as if he was sleepwalking and absent-minded.

Gradually, Zhuo found that the frequency of the hot air breathing in his chest was a little abnormal.

Zhuo lowered his head and stared at Ling in confusion, then she buried her face completely in Zhuo's chest as if she wanted to hide something.

"..."

Although this is very ambiguous and comfortable.

But was it just an illusion? Why did he feel that Zero's poker face today had a hint of scarlet?
If the reason was the positive sunlight shining in through the window, the red color of Ye Weimian was too faint. Zhuo could not help but continue observing the whorl of hair on Ling's head, but it was difficult to think of the real reason.

Perhaps it was because he heard the pounding heartbeat of Zhuo hidden under his 'emotional indifference and laziness', Ling gently raised his head. Although he still looked up at him without any expression, Zhuo felt that this was the case.

Zhuo turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened and began to admire the houses outside the window flying backwards.

Then she saw Qiulai seemed to be in a good mood and buried his head in Zhuo's chest again. Before reaching the nearest station, Zhuo fell into the dilemma of having to force himself to calm down countless times.

……

Taxis in Tokyo are expensive, very expensive. A short journey can cost tens of thousands of yen... which translates to nearly a thousand or several thousand... Zhuo's savings were almost all used to buy that white iPhone - if he knew that he could live with Ling for the rest of his life and share the household expenses together, Zhuo would definitely not spend that money.

In short, I took two subway stops and walked for a while before I got home.

…Since I’ve already missed most of the time, there’s no need for me to go to school today, but I can’t slack off on my responsibilities as a student.

Zhuo picked up my favorite book and covered the instant noodles with it.

He has made the most of the book.

(End of this chapter)