Chapter 28, Little Fist is Hard
Didi——

The clear sound of the siren immediately woke Zhuo up. He looked over and sure enough, it was another super sports car!
Damn rich people!

Zero opened the trunk of his car, then frowned at the space that only had room for two small suitcases and two duffel bags.

Zhuo didn't recognize this car, but he could still recognize the Aston Martin logo at a glance.

I just don't know what Ling is thinking. Isn't it common sense that the trunk of a supercar of this type is very small? Even a cloud car owner like him knows it~
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"Come up."

"what?"

"I'll take you back."

"what?"

"Get in the car, I'll take you back."

"What did you say?"

Ling stopped talking and sat in the driver's seat with her hands on the steering wheel, surrounded by shopping bags that reached above her chest.

She tilted her head and looked at Zhuo without saying a word.

The look she gave Zhuo now was so familiar to Zhuo—wasn’t it the same look she gave when she stole a glance at Ling’s thigh and was discovered by her?

The memories of the dead suddenly began to attack him. Zhuo shuddered and no longer pretended to be deaf and dumb. He quickly picked up his bags and stuffed himself and the shopping bags into the passenger seat.

After getting on the bus,
"Seat belt." Ling was very frugal with his words.

"Oh."

Zhuo didn't feel anything real when sitting in the car. How could he give up his first time riding in a sports car like this... He was buried in the shopping bag.

While pulling at the seat belt, he suddenly realized why Zero was frowning at the trunk just now.

No wonder he didn’t pile the things on the passenger seat. It turned out he was planning to send this thing back.

She does know where her home is.

As for the reason, Zhuo didn't want to think about it.

The more you think about it, the deeper the entanglement.

It is better to just treat it as a courtesy and do what you want.

Amidst a roar of an engine that could make all men's blood boil, this sports car, whose name Zhuo couldn't even remember, shot out, starting at a speed of ninety miles per hour, giving Zhuo a great time.

As for the fact that Zero's ID card was under the age limit for a driver's license and the speeding, it was completely out of his consideration... If the Nanny Group couldn't even handle such a small matter, what was the point of playing with the Secret Party, Odin, and those mixed-blood organizations entrenched around the world? !

"Thank you."

wash:"?"

Ling thanked him out of the blue and Zhuo didn't react.

When I looked at her, she was staring at the road ahead, as if she was not the one who spoke just now.

Then he realized that Zero was talking about what happened before.

"Hi (fourth tone), we are all classmates, it is only natural for us to help each other. Besides, you helped me before, didn't you?"

Zhuo selectively forgot that he watched for a long time before deciding to help.

"Yeah." Ling nodded neither lightly nor heavily.

The topic was killed.

During the three-minute long silence, neither of them said a word, but the shopping bags and the potato chip bags inside them kept making crackling sounds.

Soon the car arrived at the first intersection, and Ling stopped the car at the red light. Her driving skills were very good, and she didn't feel any shaking while sitting. The loose snack bags were also folded in place and did not rush under the front windshield because of the brakes.

"What events have you signed up for in the sports festival?" Zero turned around and asked him without warning.

"what?"

Zhuo opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment.

"You joined Kanda's team at the sports festival on Friday. I was asking you which events you participated in." Zero stared into Zhuo's eyes and repeated it.

"Basketball shooting, tug of war?" "Oh." Ling nodded and said calmly, "I am the representative of the blue team."

"I know." Zhuo replied.

"You don't participate in those activities because you don't like sports?" Ling asked again indifferently.

"I guess so." Zhuo answered seriously.

Then there was a long silence.

It was only after the system had been down for half a minute that Zhuo came to his senses and figured out the situation.

Could it be that... Ling is... looking for topics to chat with me?

No way?
The sun rises from the west? So it's actually morning now?

Zhuo secretly turned his eyes and observed Ling with his peripheral vision.

She had turned her face back and was staring quietly at the traffic light ahead.

Zhuo roughly understood that Ling was not a good talker. The topic that even the elementary school students thought was lame was probably the result of Ling racking his brains.

After thinking this through, Zhuo hesitated for a moment whether he should take the initiative to talk to Ling, because Ling really had no talent for chatting.

But after thinking about it for a while, I gave up.

There's nothing wrong with just killing the topic like this.

At this time, the indicator light turned green and the car started again.

This time, Ling drove much slower, probably because there were more cars nearby. Zhuo thought so.

During the next few minutes of the journey, Zhuo and Ling did not communicate at all. Ling drove quietly. Zhuo looked around the interior of the car and then stared blankly.

Before I knew it, the car had stopped.

Outside the car window was the gate of the apartment building rented by Utsunomiya Zhuo. There were not many pedestrians coming and going. Zhuo did not like to attract attention, so he was relieved.

He carefully pulled apart the plastic bags surrounding him. In order to prevent the bags from rushing out with him, he only opened the car door a crack and prepared to crawl out through the gap.

"Thank you for sending me back."

Utsunomiya Shuo put one leg out, with his upper body still in the car, and thanked Zero who was in the driver's seat.

Ling looked at him quietly for a few seconds. Zhuo didn't know what she was looking at. He didn't think he was outstanding in appearance. He was just an ordinary person.

Another two seconds passed before Zero said calmly, "You're welcome."

"See you at school. Goodbye!" Zhuo felt relieved. It was really too tiring to talk to this girl.

"it is good."

He heard Zero reply before closing the door.

Look, he just can't speak, he can't even say goodbye, he just says "OK", which means he is determined to follow the Tao, but if it were someone else, it would just be wishful thinking.

Zhuo shook his head, swiped his card and walked into the elevator.

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On the other side, an Aston Martin was running on the streets of Tokyo at a speed of 150 miles per hour, rushing out of the downtown area and arriving in front of a manor.

When Ling got out of the car, she was not as careful as Zhuo. The moment she opened the car door, the bag of snacks flowed out and scattered all over the floor.

This time, Ling did not pick it up, but walked to the heavy iron gate of the manor with a cold face.

This is a manor surrounded by black walls, standing on the top of a mountain, overlooking the sea and the entire city.

The automatic door did not open, it seemed that the owner was not at home.

There was a note hanging on the iron gate's fence.

"I'm sorry, Sanwu. I suddenly remembered that I forgot to turn off the gas in my little home in Moscow. I'll go back and turn it off. I'll be back soon. Don't worry."

Zero's little fists were clenched tightly.

(End of this chapter)