Chapter 394: Interests shared by all boys
Because there is no connection at all, or to be more precise, they have completely opposite meanings, Zhuo had never expected it.

"…I have no idea what this means."

"Nothing special, I just wanted to take a look."

"T-This... can you show me yours?"

"Ah."

Logically speaking, there is no way Zhuo's phone could betray Ling. But after all, Zhuo is a boy, and boys' phones always have some strange, unspeakable secrets. If he had to say it, Zhuo would rather throw his phone into the river than be willing to do so.

So, Ling waited for him to finish speaking before handing him the phone, and then Zhuo's eyes began to wander.

"Okay, okay... You can't use this as a handle... Come on, you have a guide about me, right?"

"Well, the file has a password."

“So what’s the point of looking at your phone?”

Zhuo looked up into the azure blue eyes, saying that he should either give up this behavior or hand over the password. Ling frowned and hesitated for a moment, then handed the phone to Zhuo.

Then, Ling leaned on Zhuo's arm again and unlocked his phone.

The same is true for Zhuo.

Considering privacy, Zhuo usually wouldn't peek at her phone, but this time he had her consent so it was okay.

By the way, the lock screen password and the file password are both Zhuo’s birthday. Zhuo is not sure if it is because Ling missed Zhuo’s birthday once, or because he deliberately ignored Zhuo’s birthday once, so he is particularly concerned and uses the password to remind himself of this - the feeling in his heart is real, and he feels warm, and he can't help but touch Ling's head with one hand.

"……are you angry?"

Ling did not resist, but turned her face to look at him, raised her eyes and asked. Zhuo smiled bitterly and touched her head again.

"I'm not angry. If a boy texted you, I would probably want to read it. I think if you didn't react at all, I might care more, which is actually good."

"is that so."

"I'm not encouraging you... Anyway, let's leave it like this for now."

Although he knew, or had guessed the password of the file from the beginning, Zhuo was too embarrassed to actually look at it, so he just browsed through the phone book which only had a few names: his own name was at the top, followed by Potato Chips, Ma Yi, and a few English names he didn't recognize, less than ten people in total.

Her social circle is clearly visible... although I have no right to say anything about her.

"wash."

"Don't say it!"

"..."

Zhuo tried hard and firmly to stop Ling from continuing speaking, but Ling turned around and paid attention to his expression.

Then, Ling put down the coffee and mobile phone in his hand and placed them on the table, then pressed himself on Zhuo.

Because it was so sudden, and knowing what Ling was about to ask, Zhuo's eyes flickered and he froze. Ling looked down at his eyes.

"Boys all have preferences."

"... I feel like Zhuo, who has this idea, will come secretly. I don't like it."

"In fact, I'm just interested. Well, I definitely won't ask anyone else to come, and I don't want to have anything to do with others."

"Just knowing this, Zhuo has to do this."

Ling's voice was no different from usual, as calm as ever, but she put her hands on both sides of Zhuo's cheeks. Zhuo thought that maybe she was afraid that he would run away - and then she bit Zhuo's lips.

She didn't stop there, probably because of yesterday's experience.

Ling's proactive attack again made Zhuo's head numb with joy.

I don't know if he gradually got used to it, or wanted to surprise Zhuo, or to dilute the content he saw on the phone, Zhuo greedily asked Zhuo for it with clumsy but quickly proficient movements. Zhuo also stopped exerting force on his body, eliminating the space between him and Ling above.

Zhuo once again felt the warmth that he had fully felt yesterday and said in a low voice.

“Zero…”

"I won't tell anyone. If there is a chance in the future..."

"Ok?"

"nothing."

(PS: Let’s wait for the monthly exam to find out what the specifics are.)
……

"Welcome back."

After waiting at home for about twenty minutes, before going to school, Zhuo was greeted by his mother with a smile on her face and his father who also had a smile on his face.

Especially Sa Chieko, her face looked very smooth for some reason, maybe because she was full of fantasy. But this time, only half of it was just fantasy, so Zhuo could only watch it coldly and pretend not to see it.

Ling didn't react much, but the standing collar of his school uniform was a little conspicuous, and Zhuo was a little worried that Sa Chiko had seen through him. There was no doubt that Sa Chiko had done something extreme in her delusion.

"You guys are awake now. Ah, we've already eaten outside, is that okay?"

"It doesn't matter. We didn't do your part anyway."

In contrast to the signature, Shuichi was calm. He might have something in his hand, so he poked his head out of the kitchen and said,

"If you don't eat well, I will buy more. Sa Chiko said this because she thinks Romanov will take good care of you."

"I know, Dad... By the way, if you two are going to stay here for a few days, you need to buy food in advance. It's better to say that we don't have enough food now, so we must go out to buy some. Since we are here..."

"Hey, let's go shopping later. We have a car, too."

"I still have to go to school."

"It's still in time, it's still in time."

Sachiko generally likes her daughter-in-law Zero (tentative name), and she smiles happily when she talks about going shopping together.

"Oh, then Sa Chizi can go and prepare with Romanov. Zhuo and I will clean up first."

"okey~"

"Hey, I don't have anything to collect... to pick up."

Before Zhuo could say anything, Sa Chiko quickly pulled Ling outside and interrupted him.

Xiuyi's smiling eyes made Zhuo feel embarrassed and he looked away.

Although Zhuo said he was packing, there was actually nothing to pack, so his father must have something to say, so he left it there. If it was Sha Qianzi, Zhuo could still think of it, but Zhuo couldn't really think of what his father would say to him.

He couldn't help but look towards Shuichi, but he only saw his father's peaceful smile.

The house suddenly became quiet, and Shuichi returned to the kitchen with a wry smile.

Zhuo stretched out his face to show that he wanted to help, and then Shuichi smiled and said, "Cleaning up is an excuse," and handed over two cups of prepared cold brew coffee. His movements were smooth as if he had expected something in advance.

So, Zhuo muttered softly, obediently took the drinks for two people, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Xiuyi sat aside, his eyes still calm and peaceful, which made Zhuo feel at a loss and scratched his face.

"…What does Dad want to tell me?"

(End of this chapter)