Chapter 30. Hello, Mr. Patek Henry Graves.

According to the general schedule of the sports festival, this event will not end until the afternoon.

At noon, classmates who have been arranged in advance will bring lunch boxes over, and of course, they have to pay for it.

As a result, thousands of students sat on the lawn to eat. Although there were no blankets on the ground, the atmosphere was still very strong and it felt like a large picnic.

Zhuo and Kiritani Ren sat together, just the two of them.

At first, they were sitting face to face, but Zhuo felt it was awkward no matter how he thought about it, so he changed to sitting sideways to him, which made Ren think he was crazy.

"Wow, who is that? So cool—"

"What a handsome uncle, is he Romanov's father?"

"Romanov's father? He does look like him. No wonder Romanov is so cute."

"..."

The surroundings suddenly became noisy, with constant chattering.

The students who heard the noise also looked around and exclaimed in amazement.

Such incidents soon caused a chain reaction, with more and more people coming to watch. As a result, everyone stretched their necks and soon someone would stand up, and then a large group of people would stand up to watch the fun.

Zhuo naturally also heard the noise.

Unfortunately, he hadn't finished his meal yet.

If you are not active in eating, there is something wrong with your brain.

What handsome guy has the nerve to let him give up his job and join in the fun? He's dreaming.

And as far as he knew, Ling's father had died more than ten years ago, and Lu Mingze gave birth to Ga personally, so there would not be any surprises.

Ren saw that Zhuo was unmoved, so he didn't move either.

But he couldn't stop talking: "Zhuo, aren't you interested? Maybe he is really the father of classmate Romanov."

"Ah, yes, yes."

"I mean it."

"Ah, yes, yes."

"Damn it, what's with your tone? Do you want a duel?" Ren said through gritted teeth.

Zhuo took another mouthful of rice and then looked up at Ren, holding up his chopsticks, and said, "Brother, you need to know one thing."

"What?" Ren asked, seeing that he looked serious.

Zhuo put down his chopsticks, put his hands on his knees, and said solemnly: "We are still young, we can talk about love later, but eating is not the way to go."

Ren: “…” For a moment, I actually felt that you were a person.

Renya knew what kind of personality Utsunomiya Shuo had, so he changed the subject and sighed, "Tell me the truth, that night... nothing really happened between you and Romanov?"

He stared into Zhuo's eyes, not missing any details.

"First of all," Zhuo held up a finger, "the word 'evening' is redundant."

"Secondly," Zhuo stretched out his second finger, "I said that classmate Romanov is pregnant with my child. Do you believe it?"

"Uh..." Ren wondered how you could chat like this, I was just asking.

But he also understood what Zhuo meant. It made sense. Reality is different from comics after all. Where do so many love comedies come from?

"Okay, I see what you mean," Ren said.

At this time, the noise around had almost subsided and the students sat down again.

Zhuo didn't pay attention to that. This is how adolescent students are. They are still young and curious about everything. They find everything new. There is nothing strange about this. Zhuo did the same thing in his previous life.

For example: prying through the gap of the refrigerator, closing the refrigerator door very slowly, and observing when the refrigerator turns off the light; for example, lifting the skirt of a Barbie doll to peek at her underwear...

Zhuo shoveled rice into his mouth as if nothing had happened.

But Ren, who was sitting opposite him, closed his legs in confusion and changed to a sitting position, that is, a kneeling position, his whole body tense.

"...Hmm?" Zhuo still had a piece of chicken in his mouth and blinked stupidly, not understanding what was going on.

Then he followed Ren's dull gaze and slowly turned his head to look over.

Damn, what a big face!

Zhuo leaned back and almost spit out the rice in his mouth.

On the lawn behind him, a handsome blond uncle was sitting next to him, and the other person was also looking at him, or to be precise, at the chicken curry rice in his hand.

Although Japan is a country with a sissy aesthetic, it has a large population base, so there are quite a few handsome guys... although many of them are sissy.

Zhuo has seen a lot of handsome guys in his two lifetimes.
But this buddy in front of me... No! This is not a buddy, this is a man!
This guy is so handsome that he breaks the skin color limit and makes any Oriental person think that he is too handsome.

He was wearing a white shirt, with his strong collarbone and perfectly shaped pectoral muscles exposed, long golden hair, and sea-blue eyes... If it were just these, Zhuo would probably only think that he was an image of a playboy.

So this guy also wore a pair of rimless glasses, looking gentle and refined, matched with his wheat-colored skin and a deliberately grown beard.

I'm Nima,
Do you have to be so stylish!
An overwhelming surge of male hormones hits you in the face.

Before, Zhuo’s impression of a prince charming was that of Kanda Tomokazu... Why men want to imagine a prince charming is none of your business... But after seeing this guy, he felt that Kanda was simply weak.

Without thinking, the other party's obvious racial mark made Zhuo instantly realize that the previous riot was caused by the person in front of him.

I was wrong to blame those students. Uncle was wrong.

This man's charm is so great that even high school girls can ovulate on the spot if you dig out the old monks who have passed away in a nunnery.

But why is this guy sitting here? I don't know you.

He is not a fool, nor is he a nymphomaniac.

Zhuo increased his vigilance, silently moved back, and carefully held the lunch box in his hand.

Blond man: “…”

The blond man scratched his head, then smiled and said, "I'm not trying to steal your lunch."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo narrowed his eyes and observed him for two seconds to make sure that the other party was not lying.

Then he let go of the lunch box as if nothing had happened and held the Fatty Happy Water placed on the ground in his arms.

"..." The man was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "I'm not trying to steal your Coke."

Zhuo stared into his eyes again and put down the Coke.

It’s not that he believed what the other person said, but he was caught by the pocket watch hanging on the other person’s chest.

The moment he recognized the pocket watch on the other person's chest, Zhuo immediately changed his expression.

He patted his trousers and stood up, straightened his non-existent collar, and with a proper smile, extended his hand to the other party: "Hello, Mr. Henry Graves of Patek Philippe."

Although he didn't know what Utsunomiya Shuo was going to do, as he stood up, the man also stood up and took the hand he extended to him.

He also has a smile on his face, but his smile is more natural, sunny and makes people feel comfortable.

"Hello, Pepsi Cola Chicken Curry Rice classmate."

(End of this chapter)