Chapter 47, Overheard (I)

After school, Utsunomiya Shuo was pushing his bicycle on his way home.

On the left is Yurina Yamamoto who gave up taking a private car and chose to walk home;

On the right is Kiritani Jin, who didn't join the club but followed along tacitly;
Zhuo was sandwiched between the two of them. After half a year, he once again experienced the lighting experience of a 300-watt LED lamp.

Fortunately, they have entered high school, and the journey home is no longer convenient like it was in junior high school. This light bulb service will soon end, and they can just endure it.

The voices of a man and a woman were chattering, and they looked at each other across the air. The sweetness of love was theirs, and the sourness belonged to Zhuo.

Can't you two just walk on your own? Without the light bulb in the middle, you can hold hands and jump along. How nice!

I have to drag myself along.

This fucked-up feeling of learning something new by reviewing the past made Zhuo want to curse.

If no one holds my hand, then I’ll just put my hands in my pockets.

Zhuo angrily threw the bicycle to Ren to push, and put his hands in his pockets to make himself look cooler.

It seemed as if Keren didn't notice anything. He continued to pick up the car, push the cart and chat. The whole process did not pause at all and he was not disturbed at all.

Zhuo glanced at the street boredly, trying his best to filter out the sour smell of love in his ears.

Although there are not many people at this time, and most of the current JKs stay in school to participate in club activities, there are still some who slip through the net.

For example, those standing in the alley, judging from their attire, are indeed high school students, but their dyed hair, bubble socks, shortened skirts, and jackets tied around their waists or left open all indicate that these JKs are part of the group of hot girls who are involved in society.

Also called Shibuya-pai.

U1S1, great figure.

Of course, it's not just girls. In this kind of small group, there are usually a few hooligans leading the group. They either sit on stone piers, lean against the wall, or squat on the ground... with white cigarettes in their hands.

"Glasses brother?"

Zhuo recognized an acquaintance—the guy with glasses who had blocked him in the alley that day and was the only one of the three giants of Demacia who had some brains.

He subconsciously glanced at the other person's feet.

Well, he changed into a new pair of AJs. It turns out that he is not an ordinary gangster... He is a rich gangster.

"Zhuo, let's go away." Yurina tugged at his sleeve, looking scared.

Although Ren didn't say anything, he meant the same thing.

Students in school are always afraid of these gangs of hooligans and will subconsciously avoid them. This is indeed the right thing to do, because compared with adults, these half-grown children are too young and mentally incomplete, and they will not pay attention to the degree of their actions, and sometimes they may make irreparable mistakes when their brains are hot.

It's right to go around.

However, this time Zhuo wanted to listen to what they were talking about, not because he was so narcissistic that he had been blocked once and everything went smoothly, so the two sides had developed feelings for each other... but because he had vaguely heard the words "our young master" before.

In the Japanese underworld, there are many people who can be called young masters.

But in the dragon clan's underworld, when this word is mentioned, a figure will immediately pop up in the mind.

Zhuo didn't say anything.
At this moment, they were very close to the alley. If they continued walking at this speed, they would pass the intersection in three or four seconds, and their conversation might be heard by them. If they lowered their voices and whispered, they might be thought that they and the others were talking about them.

So just slow down, but don't talk.

Yurina pulled him twice but failed, so she knew what he was thinking. If she tried to avoid him at this time, it would only cause more trouble, so she had to follow him silently and just kept her mouth shut.

The same is true for benevolence.

……

"……What are you doing?"

After Zhuo returned home and ate the dinner that Ling brought himself, he finally took the initiative to clean up the garbage and pushed the three-no loli back to the chair, not letting her go back immediately.

After packing the rubbish and putting it in the garbage bag outside the door, he came back and sat upright, face to face, looking up at Zero across the table.

They were silent for a few minutes before Zero asked the question.

"Comrade Zero Razumovskaya Romanov," Zhuo solemnly called out Zero's full name, "I have a lifelong request that requires your help, but this matter may be contrary to your purpose."

Zero was stunned.

This was the first time that Utsunomiya Shuo spoke to her like this, and the first time that she took the initiative to make a request to him.

If considered from the perspective of the mission, this should have been a good thing, because having needs and requests meant that Utsunomiya Shuo had begun to accept them... but the other party pointed out that this would be contrary to her mission.

She hesitated.

Zero looked into Utsunomiya Shuo's eyes and knew that he was serious.

"……What's up."

Hearing Ling ask this, Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Ling was not the kind of woman who would flatter others. This girl was very straightforward. Since she asked, she would most likely agree.

This was a bit like taking advantage of Zero, and it also caused trouble for her.

But thinking about what he heard on the way home from school, Zhuo made up his mind.

"I want to know whether Yuan Zhisheng, the head of the Yuan family, one of the top three families of the eight Neon hybrid Snake families, has any retainers now." Zhuo said solemnly.

Although it was very blurry and only fragments, Zhuo did hear words like 'The young master will be back soon to lead them' from those people.

Those thugs are naturally not Crow Yakshas, ​​or people from the main family. People from the main family will not be street thugs. The members of the Eight Snake Families are even more organized than the Neon Police Department. Except for those with special identities and action teams, the rest of them work in the headquarters building.

It’s easy to imagine that these people definitely don’t really know Yuan Zhisheng, but this doesn’t stop them from using this identity to elevate themselves... After all, Yuan Zhisheng is still an international student in name only.

Maybe these people don’t even know what Yuan Zhi looks like.

"..." Ling pursed his lower lip, which was rare, and looked at him without saying a word.

Maybe Zero was waiting for him to explain the reason. After all, no matter how you looked at it, Zero didn't seem like the kind of person who would take the initiative to inquire about these things.

With her staring at me, time seemed to slow down.

Actually, there is nothing wrong in telling the reason. This matter may be very important to him, but not necessarily to Zero.

——He wants to steal Sakura’s girl in advance!
He wanted to get ahead of Sakura and prevent her from meeting Gen Chisei.

The Sakura who bowed to the night sky from the Tokyo Tower, left behind the words "Aricado ta da ei si" and then jumped down, should not have ended up like that.

He couldn't save Eri, and he knew it.

The game was too big, the whole world was playing chess around her, and it was not something that could be resolved by simply killing Herzog.

Because the White King must be reborn as Eri, otherwise the White King's Dragon Bone Cross will be missing! Those Dragon Kings will not agree.

　Thanks to brother 20230421333 for the monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)