Chapter 42: Our ancestors knew a lot

"Are we talking about the same thing? What the hell is crossing species?" Ren asked in a low voice.

Look at him with empty eyes.

Judging from the fact that Ren keeps talking a lot but doesn't take any action, this guy has already given up, so he is just trying to change the subject and be stubborn.

"Didn't your parents tell you that knowing too much could cost you your life?" Zhuo no longer looked at Ling.

Kiritani Ren also quickly turned around and felt better.

He also gave up inviting Romanov. He could feel the pressure just by watching her, let alone completing the homework with her. It was impossible.

But he still had to be tough: "What is that? Is the Utsunomiya family part of the Self-Defense Forces?"

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Men are from Mars and women are from Venus'?" Zhuo said.

"What do you mean?"

"The implication is that the differences in brain circuits between men and women are greater than those between humans and chimpanzees."

"This can't be considered as crossing species. It's too exaggerated."

"It's a bit exaggerated. Chimpanzees can also dance the gaigai dance, but women may not." Zhuo nodded lightly.

What I was thinking was: I am lying to you. I am actually crossing species. Although the mysterious golden-haired creature looks like a 1.5-meter-tall girl, she actually has half reptile blood in her body. She is not completely human, my friend.

"Are we still going to make croquettes and hamburger patties today?" Ren asked.

"You change the subject so much." Zhuo said.

"If we don't say something else, Romanoff is going to beat the shit out of both of us," Ren warned again, lowering his voice.

Zhuo also felt the vague gaze coming from behind, that familiar coldness, it was just right!

But compared to when we first met, he was no longer afraid.

Maybe the feeding during this period really worked.

Zhuo didn't think much about it, but instead began to encourage his friend, saying, "According to common sense, a girl can't beat two boys of the same grade."

"You actually thought about fighting?" Ren said speechlessly, "And that's Romanov."

You know what, he really thought about it.

But you don’t play it yourself, but watch others play.

Ever since Zhuo learned that the world he was in was not an ordinary world but the world of the dragon clan, it was impossible to say that he had no interest in those supernatural powers.

Who hasn’t imagined the scene of flames rising from the left hand, a hurricane in the right hand, and lightning flashing in the eyes?
When fantasy becomes reality,
He almost couldn't help but exchange [Nothing] for a Word Spirit or Dragon Bloodline for fun.

But I managed to hold it in.

Making a wish is like going to a foot massage parlor. The first time you go, you swear that you are just going there to see the world and never go there again. Then you swear again the second time...

Desire is endless and must be stopped at the source.

"Okay then, I'll let her go this time. I'll give you face." Zhuo said.

"OK." Ren gestured, "So what do we do?"

"How about roast chicken? I'm kind of craving for it." The roast chicken Zhuo was talking about was not roast turkey.

Although Japan also has Chinese food, I'm sorry to say that they haven't learned the essence of Chinese food, or maybe they deliberately didn't learn it... Anyway, it's neither good nor bad, not numbing, not spicy, not fragrant, but all with a little sweetness.

This is also the reason why you can only see Chinatown but not Americantown or Germantown abroad.

The taste of Zhonghuajia can only be made by our own people! ... Of course, only our own people can enjoy it, as Chinatown restaurants are usually only consumed by Chinese people.

"OK, hamburger meat, no problem."

"No, I mean... forget it."

Zhuo's lunch that day was the hamburger meat, vegetable salad, and rice that he brought back from homework class.

So that night. "What is this...?" Zhuo asked in a puzzled tone.

The scene, of course, is still in front of the apartment that Zhuo rented.

Character: Three-No Loli.

"Roasted chicken." Sanwu Loli said as a matter of course.

"Well, I discovered it too."

What Ling was holding in his hand at this moment was a real roast chicken packed in a McDonald's thermal packaging bag.

Zhuo blinked in confusion, but still didn't dare to ask, "How could you eavesdrop on our conversation?"

But come to think of it, maybe Ling didn't care at all whether she would be questioned or not. When she openly took out the roast chicken that Zhuo had said he wanted to eat in the cooking class, it was tantamount to a disguised admission of eavesdropping.

Because he only mentioned it to Ren in cooking class, and Ling's seat was next to him at that time.

Then it was delivered that evening.

You know what, even though he knew that this thoughtfulness had a clear purpose, Zhuo's heart still felt itchy.

"Honestly, I'm very grateful for your care during this period." Zhuo took the thermal bag from Ling's hand as usual.

"I didn't do this just to be thanked by you..."

"I know I know, but these are two different things."

This was probably the longest conversation the two had ever had since Zero started delivering meals.

Maybe because he had started a conversation, Zhuo felt that it was a bit inappropriate to just put away the bag and close the door. He was just like a heartless eating machine.

So he extended an invitation to Zero.

"...Would you like to come in and sit down? There's nothing much to sit on though."

Zero said nothing, looking at him with a puzzled look.

Maybe she didn't expect that I would suddenly invite her into the house, Zhuo thought.

"I don't have any improper thoughts about you!" Zhuo brought up the matter again.

"I didn't think so. Okay." Zero said.

"I'm grateful for your care every time. Please come in. Oh, by the way, it's still the same pair of white slippers. I haven't touched them." Zhuo made way and closed the door after Ling came in.

When he finished all this, he turned around and found that Ling was still standing in front of the entrance, with his head lowered, staring at the pair of pure white slippers with fluffy edges.

"…it really hasn't moved." Zhuo emphasized again.

Zero withdrew his gaze from below, turned his head and looked at him with helpless eyes, as if to say "I didn't mean that."

"I don't..."

"?"

"nothing."

Zero wanted to say something, but quickly stopped the topic. He stretched out his little feet in black socks with an expressionless face and put them into slippers.

This was the first time that Zhuo saw Ling wearing shoes... although they were just slippers.

Her feet are really small. Even though they are wrapped in socks, you can still see the well-proportioned shape of her feet.

His feet were stretched out in the slippers, with his ankles and sock tops exposed. Although the slippers were normal, Zero's ankles and calves were more slender, and the difference in proportion was obvious, as if a child was wearing adult leather shoes. Somehow, as if there was some kind of chemical reaction, he actually felt a little cute.

They always say jade feet, jade feet... Zhuo always thinks that their habits are weird, and saying jade in everything will only harm them.

Now...

No wonder there was always a saying in ancient times that one could identify a beauty by her feet. Our ancestors knew much more than him.

(End of this chapter)