Chapter 292, Body Shape

After washing his face to calm himself, he went to the living room and saw Ling, wearing his usual blue and white sweatshirt and cream-colored jeans, sitting quietly on the sofa waiting for him. Seeing Ling's fully armed outfit, he really wanted to ask him what that was just now.

No wonder Zhuo suddenly lost his strength.

"…Wouldn't it be better if I did it this way from the beginning? I could save a lot of energy."

"No, it's necessary."

Seeing Ling's expressionless and unrepentant look, Zhuo felt a little angry and stepped forward to pinch her face, but Ling still looked as if it was a matter of course.

"Not for me?"

Hearing Ling's question, Zhuo looked at Ling's current clothes with a little hesitation.

Ling was wearing a white sweatshirt with blue stripes and a pair of cream-colored jeans, which were ironed neatly without any wrinkles. He looked elegant and handsome while also adding a bit of liveliness.

On her chest, the neatly-fitted sweatshirt had only a slight rise and fall, and the neckline was very high and neat, showing her meticulousness.

Compared to the previous dress, this one was formal and common, but it made Zhuo feel at ease.

After all, she was the girl he liked, and Zhuo hoped that the clothes could better hide her body that had never been revealed to others, but it was really difficult for a skirt to do so.

Zhuo tried his best not to look at that pair of perfect slender jade feet. He looked Ling's body up and down, and after worrying for a moment, he slowly spoke.

"...Although the previous one was very suitable, or it could be said that the little skirt didn't meet you, it was simply a waste of talent...but I beg you to wear this one."

"Ah."

The second question finally made Zhuo speak out his true feelings. Even though it was a sentence that he had to squeeze out with great effort, Ling was very satisfied and nodded.

Ling's look of "becoming obedient immediately after hearing the praise he wanted to hear" made Zhuo speechless for a moment. He took advantage of this free time to turn his face away and took out his mobile phone to divert his attention, trying hard to think about the reason why Ren and the others haven't arrived yet.

"Shall we go straight downstairs?"

"Is there a traffic jam on the road?"

"Hello? Are you still breathing?"

"You beeped."

"Don't use bad words."

Utsunomiya Zhuo sent several messages in a row but received no reply. Zhuo, who had experienced many twists and turns early in the morning, was in a very impetuous mood. In addition, friends often spoke foul language to each other, so he was quite anxious. Then he heard Zero interrupt. Zhuo glanced at the side and found that a blonde girl had come over and sat very close to him, leaning her body to look at the screen, but she didn't really touch it so she didn't notice it.

"Zero, you're spying on me."

"Really?" Zero said calmly, "Then I apologize. I called you, but you didn't hear me."

Now thinking back, it seems that I did hear Zero say something just now, but my mind might not be here, or I was subconsciously avoiding Zero's approach and wanted to clear my brain, so I didn't react, and then Zero looked over at me on his own initiative.

"Your friend, Yurina Yamamoto from Class 2-A, is a little angry." Zero said while looking at the phone screen.

In the text message box on the phone screen, there are not only the [Read but not replied] messages that he sent to Kiritani Jin, but also the [Read but not replied] messages that Rina sent to him in the box below.

After Jin sent a message to himself, Yurina also sent a message, but Zhuo might have been busy with other things at that time; in fact, until this point just now at midnight, Zhuo, who was in a restless mood, had not noticed it.

Thinking of Yurina, Zhuo seemed to understand something.

If Ling wanted to explain something to him by saying that she was wearing a skirt before, was she trying to confess something from the past? Because of Lu Mingze, she had not danced with anyone else at the party, nor had she touched anyone else. Then, in normal times, it was naturally impossible for her to have close contact with other members of the opposite sex.

do you mean this?

"I don't want any hidden dangers to arise in the future" and "Confirm what to do in the future". These are the things Zero said. If you think about it from this perspective, it does make sense - I don't know if it's just my illusion.

Even though she thought of all this, if she made a mistake, not only would the relationship between the two become awkward, but it would also create a lot of burdens for Zero. For example, in the last year, she would probably have to worry about the fact that this impulsive boy liked her, so she would be cautious about many things, and she wouldn't be able to leave easily until the end. She might end up in a situation where she wanted to leave but couldn't, and she wouldn't say it out loud - even though Zhuo knew that the possibility was very low, he couldn't help but think about it.

Anyway, even if Zero leaves after a year, I will see her again during the 'White King Incident' three years later, so it is still a consolation.

But once you bring it up when someone misunderstands you, the embarrassment is a small matter. I'm afraid you won't even be able to be friends with them in the future.

To be honest, Zhuo still hoped that during the "White King Incident" more than three years later, when Ling was in Tokyo, he could stay with him temporarily - that was why he wanted to open a store in Tokyo, which was burdened with heavy financial burdens, and settle down temporarily.

That's why I feel embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Utsunomiya Shuo coughed lightly: "Actually, I have already discovered... Yurina may have lost her mind and likes me... But this time I just came out to play with everyone."

Ling listened quietly without saying anything, but from the corner of his eye he noticed that she had slightly raised her head, and had changed from staring at the screen to staring at his profile. Zhuo felt a little embarrassed to be stared at like this.

Zhuo tried to ignore her gaze, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

So give up.

A moment of silence.

Zero spoke up, breaking the silence.

"So is there anything else I can do?" she said calmly.

"... You don't have to do anything, just be casual... Just let her know that I'm not special to her, she'll figure it out herself."

In any case, Yurina was not only a friend that he intended to keep for a long time, but she had never admitted that she liked him. He had only judged this based on his observations at the last dance. It was better to solve this unfounded matter in secret.

"mean."

"...I advise you to be careful with your words and actions. I'm in a difficult situation too." Zhuo said unhappily, "Although I do feel very sorry for her."

"It's considered self-aware... but it's okay."

After hearing about Zhuo's plan, Ling made a sharp comment, but she also agreed with his plan and nodded. Then I don't know what she was thinking... Maybe it was because Zhuo touched her belly without saying hello before she responded. Zhuo thought so... and also reached out to Zhuo's abdomen and touched his belly through his clothes.

He was the one who made the first move, so he couldn't blame Ling for anything. But he still felt itchy when a member of the opposite sex touched him like that. Zhuo also felt that his body was not as attractive as Ling's.

It can even be said that it is somewhat shameful.

Although he has started exercising recently, all those meals he ate before were not in vain (hands on hips). Although his belly has shrunk a little, it still exists, and there is still a big gap between the muscle volume that Zhuo imagined.

Zhuo was worried that Ling would call him fat, which would still be a blow to him. But Ling didn't say that, instead he seemed to enjoy the touch, which made Zhuo feel complicated.

"...Do you think I should be stronger?"

"It doesn't have to be strong. In fact, both men and women should want a beautiful body. From my perspective as a woman, I don't like people with too much muscle, but it doesn't matter. I don't really care about these things."

"That's it..."

"Well, what you said is actually... just right? It's just that too much fat accumulation will put a burden on the organs and will be bad for your health, so I asked you to eat more vegetarian food, not to make you lose weight."

"Is that what you mean?"

"Yeah." At this point, Ling suddenly stopped stroking his hands and looked up at him, "What about you? Do you think it's better for girls to be sexy?"

"How can I be picky about others?"

Zhuo subconsciously frowned and answered. In Zhuo's mind, this was a consensus among boys: never comment on a girl's figure.

Whether in the previous world or this life, he has witnessed many things that told Zhuo that "if you talk about such things, you might end up bleeding", so Zhuo has always tried his best to avoid commenting on other people's bodies.

The general meaning is: shortcomings can be evaluated, but defects cannot.

Hearing Zhuo's straightforward answer, Ling looked into the distance with a nostalgic look, and then said nonchalantly, "I thought you would like Mai."

"Well...if I have to say, no boy would say he doesn't like it, but I also understand that it's just a male desire. I think, should I say it's ostentatious? If it's too eye-catching, it will make people worry. It's better to be a little more ordinary."

Zero looked over and said, "…It sounds like something an old grandfather would say, not something an adolescent male would say."

"Is it your turn to say that I am a fake loli."

"..." Ling was stunned for a moment, then turned away: "That's true."

Ling's tone to Zhuo is like that of a mother to her son. On the contrary, saying that Zhuo is like an old grandfather is not very convincing.

"Ahem... Anyway, I think you have a great figure, Zero."

"Lolicon?"

Ling looked at the glass in the distance, and Zhuo didn't know what expression she had in mind when she asked this question.

"If you say so, then it must be..." This is a sentence that Zero often uses. Should we say that living together for a long time will make people closer to each other? I always feel that even the tone of voice and lines in daily conversation are copied from each other.

But Zhuo was not complimenting her. Call her a lolita complex or something else. He just felt that Ling's figure was perfect. Even if there were improvements to be made, he couldn't think of anything that needed improvement. How could a perfect thing be improved?
Of course, if Ling wanted to have medical beauty treatments, Zhuo would stop her - although this was impossible.

(End of this chapter)