Chapter 445, Arrival, Scene

Ling looked down at the sleeping Zhuo and sighed softly.

Zhuozheng rested his head on Ling's thighs. If Ling hadn't caught him and laid him down in time, he would have woken up immediately and continued to unconsciously tense his nerves. He showed a tough attitude, as if he wanted to prove something or to prevent himself from hitting a wall.

(…You clearly told me to rely on you.)
Zhuo would pamper him and he had seen her vulnerable side, but he was trying to be strong and didn't want to show that he couldn't do it. Ling felt that was a bit unfair.

(If you rely on me, I will accept it.)
Zero also knew that it would be difficult for him to do so.

Zhuo had his own troubles and secrets that he didn't want her to tell. She knew that he was not alienated from her, but that it was more suitable for her to work hard alone.

My own personality is another aspect. I am very clear that my past experiences are different from those of ordinary people. I will not be touched by everything like other people, nor will I feel that anything can stump me.

Precisely because she saw through his thoughts, Ling wanted to avoid directly helping Zhuo do these things, and let Zhuo arrange things like a real little girl.

Therefore, Zero did not ask about the details, but adopted the best way of contact that could make the man feel healed - even though it was embarrassing when there were people next to him. I hope that Zhuo can be healed to some extent.

When this method was successful, Zhuo really managed to hold on until the moment before boarding. When he finally fell asleep, he still managed to hold on and refused to fall down. And every time Ling met those tired eyes, his eyes would quickly become clear and cheerful. Maybe he really didn't want to make himself worry.

Although it took a little more effort to get him to fall asleep, she would be the winner once he fell asleep like this.

"…Really, you have no right to say that others are showing off."

Zhuo slept peacefully, and did not wake up even when Ling combed his hair, which also showed how much he trusted him. Although Ling felt very happy, he still held the helpless feeling of "I hope he can rely on me earlier". However, Ling also knew that this was probably the vanity of men, who wanted to show him that he was reliable, so Ling did not intend to force anything.

Ling poked Zhuo's cheek and thought helplessly, "I really can't stand you." He saw him move his body slightly, but there was no sign of waking up.

Ling stroked Zhuo, who had completely relaxed his vigilance because he was sleeping, and stared at his sleeping face, which looked a little childish.

(…I just love to show off.)
Zero poked his cheek, which was slightly harder than his own, in dissatisfaction, then lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"...If you wish, I will accept this with you."

If Zhuo is willing to rely on herself more, act like a spoiled child to herself, and say "I'm so tired" to herself, Ling will accept his hard work. Although she can't solve all of this as easily as in the past, she will always support and accompany him until Zhuo's inner fatigue is healed.

Just like what Zhuo would do for himself when he had a stomachache.

(Alas, it seems that it is not so easy to make him act like a spoiled child anymore.)
After all, he is an honest and serious person who doesn't like to talk about his own affairs, but he cares too much about his own feelings. I feel like he will be able to fool me by being careless.

But it is undeniable that Ling likes Zhuo like that, so he plans to accompany him silently in this way until he is willing to speak.

"...You and I are very similar. We both have difficult personalities."

Ling continued to poke Zhuo's cheek, watching him move his eyebrows and turn over as if he felt itchy... Then he casually pushed away the hand of another person who wanted to touch the other side and try, and poked his nose again as if nothing had happened.

...

...

After eating the airplane meal, the flight attendant gave each person an entry card.

Zhuo and Ling finished filling out the form and then continued to close their eyes and rest.

Because the two people next to him were very beautiful, the little boy next to him kept looking at them secretly. It was not until his eyes met with Eri Uesugi's that he hurriedly put the book on his face.

Uesugi Erii withdrew her gaze and poked Zhuo's shoulder with the black pen given to her by the flight attendant.

He opened his eyes, looked at her, thought for a moment, and apologized before Uesugi Eri finished writing.

"Sorry, I'll write it with you."

I almost forgot that the little mute is a lifelong homebody, even more of a homebody than myself.

Of course, not every otaku girl is like Uesugi Eriya.

"This is used to fill in our entry documents. We have to fill it out again when we return."

【Brother Santa, what is my passport number? 】

"It's in the passport. That's it."

[Ah——this is a little strange.]

After filling in a series of basic information, Uesugi Erii held the pen and pondered over the two columns of last name and first name.

"where."

[Name, my first and last name seem to be rare.] Uesugi Erie spread out the notebook on the table for him to see, while turning her head to look at his face intently, waiting for his answer.

Zhuo continued to answer patiently and nodded.

"Yes."

It is said that the surnames of Japanese people were originally chosen according to the situation at that time. It is said that when the surnames were first registered, many people did not have surnames, so people at that time chose one on the spot according to the situation in front of them. I think the surname Uesugi also came from this.

[Will I be considered an alien if I fill this out? 】

"will not."

【Where is the monster? 】

"If you don't tell me, no one will know."

Uesugi Eri tilted her head for a moment, then nodded and completed filling out the entry card.

By the time the plane landed, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun outside the window is still there, a little hotter than in the morning.

The three of them completed a series of formalities and went to get their luggage.

The temperature in BJ is unimaginable in an island country. Zhuo and Ling were wearing clothes that were quite suitable for the local season in Japan. Although they were not noticeable here, they soon began to sweat.

Only Uesugi Eri's outfit looks a little...appropriate?
The princess dress and princess shoes, paired with her bright hair color, made Zhuo feel a bit like a princess from some country who came to watch the ceremony... although her own status wasn't much different.

But the passers-by who got off the plane with him didn't pay much attention to it, and the people they met at the airport also looked as if they were used to it.

"Maybe they're here for the premiere. Maybe they're cosplayers invited by Bilibili?" a short passerby murmured, "The two people next to them are also, uh, the other girl is pretty too. They must be foreigners who came here together?"

"It seems so. That person seems to be cosplaying as Saber! So realistic!" the tall man next to him answered.

"There will definitely be a lot of people coming to this Olympics. Who is this red-haired girl cosplaying as?" asked the short man.

"Emmm...it's hard to say, but don't call her a little girl. She may be older than you." said the tall man.

"Indeed," the short man nodded in agreement and continued to ask, "Could it be a boy?"

"Is there such a good thing? I will fall at his feet!" The tall man's eyes were shining. The two passers-by have seen many people from all over the world come here recently, including famous artists and senior officials. It is not surprising that cosplayers are invited here or organize themselves. Many people who like the two-dimensional culture will come here to watch the premiere... or to have fun and make friends?
In short, it's very lively.

the other side.

In front of the constantly moving luggage check-in tracks, Uesugi Erii squatted on the ground without saying a word.

The red and white shrine maiden costume she brought was taken away as a matter of course.

The customs officer was still muttering about why someone brought in a whole box of identical clothes.

Zhuo came to Uesugi Eri, squatted down, poked the hairband behind her head with his hand, and spoke to comfort her slowly.

"Don't be too sad."

Uesugi Eri looked at the reflective floor and said nothing.

"Isn't there a box of toys?"

Uesugi Erii reacted and immediately looked up at Zhuo eagerly, seeming to be very worried that the other half of her belongings would also be confiscated.

Although Zhuo has no right to criticize others...but at this moment Zhuo still thought this in his mind: He can obviously dominate the fate of others with just a word, but he is still struggling in these trivial matters.

Afterwards, Ling came over carrying two suitcases that were almost as tall as her, and gently placed them in front of Zhuo. Then he reached out and rubbed Uesugi Eri's head, and spoke without tone or emotion.

"Let's go get some ice cream."

Then I went to the convenience store and bought an ice cream cone.

While Uesugi Eri was eating ice cream, Zero stopped and rested his hands on the handle of the suitcase.

She and Zhuo shared a suitcase, and the other one of the two suitcases belonged to Uesugi Eri.

Unlike other girls, Rei doesn't wear makeup and often just washes her face before going out. By the way, the same is true for Uesugi Eriya.

The same is true today.

But even so, Ling still has a fresh and refined charm. The sunlight shines on her expressionless face, her skin is white and almost transparent, her soft light golden long hair is tied up behind her head, and from time to time two strands of hair on her forehead cover her eyes, casting a layer of cold and indifferent color. There seems to be a deep sea in her deep blue eyes, which always grab the girls' attention at the first time.

It seems that when a girl passes by, she can always find Zero at first glance.

What? Are you asking if all the boys are dead? Oh, they were peeping at the little mute... maybe it can't be considered peeping.

When a bold girl came up to say hello and asked for contact information, Ling just glanced at her without saying a word. This behavior may make them think that the communication is difficult due to language problems, and thus discourage them.

Zhuo was sitting on the suitcase that Ling was pushing and eating an ice cream cone while saying:

"So we should study more, after all, we can still use English."

【Will Christmas brother come? 】

"will not."

Zhuo responded readily. Compared to this, no one noticed that there was a man sitting on the suitcase in front of the two girls.

"Of course, those who like it will like it more and more, and those who don't like it won't even watch it in the first place." Ling answered lightly while looking at the street in the distance, observing whether there was anyone familiar here.

"thorough."

Then, Zhuo and Ling each held one of Uesugi Eri's hands and carried their luggage to the arcade together.

Outside the railings, there were many people holding various signs with their names on them welcoming guests.

Walking out of the terminal hall, people were coming and going on the street, wearing short-sleeved shirts and shorts that were fresh and beautiful for summer, talking and laughing. There were many more people than usual.

There are many young faces on the street, mostly girls, wearing shorts and short skirts, with their long white legs stretched straight in the sun.

Maybe it’s because of the summer vacation, high school students have free time.

After seeing Zhuo, they all stared at him for a while before looking away.

After all, there are two conspicuous beautiful girls following him.

He opened the suitcase, took out three baseball caps and put one on each of them, then Zhuo took the other two and started walking towards a less crowded place.

Almost at the same time, a large group of people ran over from behind.

What to do when running at the airport.

"Ok?"

Zhuo felt Uesugi Eri pulling at his sleeve. He looked at her and found that she was staring blankly in the direction where the crowd was running.

Soon after, the crowd in the arrival hall began to stir, and many people even ran outside at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, jumping over obstacles and airport security personnel with graceful movements, like professional parkour athletes.

Then a large group of people crossed the railing in the same cool posture and rushed in one direction in unison.

Then, Zhuo looked in that direction with curiosity and confusion.

It was almost five o'clock in the evening. The sun had been working hard all day and was about to go down. It was now drooping weakly in the west, feeling sleepy. Zhuo happened to be looking towards the west, and the afterglow of the sunset made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

Even so, in the distance of the straight and wide asphalt road, he could still clearly see a figure speeding away...

...That bright blood red color is almost exactly the same as the person next to him.

After a moment, the crowd of people in black blocked his view. Zhuo then withdrew his gaze and looked at Ling in bewilderment.

"you know."

"Don't tell me you don't know who it is."

I thought that based on the level of care the nanny team gave to Lu Mingfei, Chen Motong, who could be said to have a prominent family background and excellent bloodline even in the world of mixed-bloods, would be noticed by them in advance. But Zhuo seemed to have been wrong - Ling shook his head.

Zhuo blinked, somewhat confused.

Behind him, in just a few tens of seconds, more than half of the people in the entire arcade were gone.

The first group to run were the well-trained men in black. They had a mission to accomplish, and they all moved in an instant.

The second group is reporters holding cameras. They have been hunting at airports for years, have sharp ears, and have the instantaneous explosive power to participate in the Olympic Games.

The third group was the onlookers who did not know the truth. When they saw that everyone else was running, they started running too.

In short, whether it was a coincidence or deliberate, Zhuo saw this scene the first time he came to plant flowers.

(End of this chapter)