Chapter 54, go home

Of course, he was joking when he said he would bring back an Izu dancer as a gift.

If he really had that ability, he would have kept a hundred beautiful girls at home.

Zhuo felt that it would be difficult to get any conclusion out of Ling if he continued to talk about this, so he might as well just make the decision himself when the time comes.

Anyway, it’s fine as long as it’s what I choose… That’s what she said.

Ling nodded slightly and said "hmm", indicating that this was fine.

Then Ling walked very naturally behind Zhuo and started pushing the suitcase under his butt in circles, and Zhuo's feet were really off the ground.

Zhuo placed his hands on both sides to steady his body, and tucked his legs in to keep his feet from touching the ground. He walked around like a child in a shopping cart, being pushed around by Ling.

"…Well, I'm really not disabled. I can do this kind of thing by myself."

"Ah."

Zero responded softly from behind, but the suitcase continued to spin in circles at a constant speed without stopping.

Zhuo sighed in his heart: "It's always like this. If it were someone else, you would have seduced their soul away."

This is what Zhuo said, Ling's care is too considerate, it is hard for a man not to be moved...even if she always has a cold expression that says "you owe me a million".

"There won't be anyone else." Zero said coldly.

"Here it comes again, sense of boundaries! Be careful." Zhuo once again emphasized that Ling should pay attention to distance.

"Okay. Let's talk about it later."

"Moreover?"

"You don't seem to like me and you have no interest in me."

"If you say so, you can't say that anymore." Zhuo turned his head to look at Ling behind him. The latter was looking at the road instead of looking at him.

Zhuo could only see her fair chin and slender neck. Although it was not the first time he had seen her, Ling's skin still gave him a "cold" feeling, so white that it was almost transparent. If she became the spokesperson for skin care products, she would definitely make a lot of money...

The distance was too close. Zhuo didn't dare to look any further. He quickly retracted his gaze and turned his face away: "I am also a man. I can grind an iron rod into a needle. Besides, don't you have any sense of crisis? What if I have evil intentions and plot something... Forget it, just ignore what I said."

Given the difference in combat power between him and Zero, Zero didn't need to worry about him having any ill intentions.

Ling behind him lowered his head to look at Zhuo, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Then you like me?"

Zero's tone was as flat as if he was asking about 'gender'.

"do not like."

"Ah."

Zero nodded calmly, his movements in pushing the suitcase unchanged.

Later, both of them stopped talking and began to push the suitcase (or ride the suitcase) repeatedly and go around in circles out of boredom.

The little boy on the other side was so envious that he grabbed his father's sleeve eagerly.

It turned out that his father wouldn't let him.

After riding the human-powered suitcase for a while, the tram came and the two stopped and circled.

Wait until the train stops.

Zhuo and Ling went together to put the three suitcases in the storage area. Then Ling watched Zhuo find a seat to sit down before returning and getting off the bus.

There were a lot of people on the bus. When Zero Return got off, he disappeared in the crowd after just two steps.

She is small in stature, and visually it is hard not to worry about whether she will be squeezed down or lost.

Her figure was blocked by other people, so Zhuo couldn't see her, so he turned his head and stared outside through the glass.

It didn't take long before Zero appeared outside. She walked in an orderly manner, as if she was living in her own world.

Zero was still Zero, and even on a crowded Shinkansen, he could come and go freely, and there was no need for a loser like him to worry about him. Suddenly, Zero stopped, and as if he felt his gaze, he turned around and looked at him.

Through the window, Zhuo saw Ling outside the bus slowly turn around and don't move. He just stands there, standing outside the waiting line again... just like before the bus came, except that there were two people before the bus came, but when the bus came, she was the only one.

Ling tilted her head in confusion, as if asking Zhuo why he was looking at her.

Still so sharp, Zhuo thought.

Zhuo naturally had no way of answering. The Shinkansen train was soundproof and the interior was very noisy. No matter how good Zero's hearing was, he would not be able to hear anything.

Besides, he was just worrying about nothing, so there was no need to explain.

The tram was moving and the carriage was shaking slightly.

The carriage door slowly closed, and safety reminders and information about the next stop echoed inside the carriage.

Zero's lips moved slightly.
Zhuo understood.

She said "Lian Xiu Ming けにお会いしましょう" (See you after the holiday).

Japanese is one of the most verbose languages, and many of its words repeat the same meaning. There are several ways to say "good morning" alone...

"Lian Xiu Ming's けにお会 いしましょう." Tsuya moved silently and said.

Zero's figure began to move out of sight, and the carriage slowly moved out of the station.

The sunlight outside shines into the carriage, gently and warmly kissing the cheeks of every passenger.

The scenery outside the window was slightly different from when he came.

When he came, it was the beginning of the school year, it was April, when spring was in the air. The willow branches were just beginning to sprout, but now they have withered hair.

In summer, the summer is at its peak.

Under the blazing sun, the flowers on the hillside were blown open. Some of the branches and leaves were lush, some were yellow, bathing in the light, breathing in the midsummer air, stretching their bodies, and swaying gently in the breeze.

Japan's economy is distorted. Tokyo, which covers an area of ​​only more than 2000 square kilometers, accounts for % of the country's GDP.

Therefore, wealthy families all over the country (except Osaka) hope that their children can come to Tokyo to develop.

The same is true for office workers.

So the people on this train at this moment are basically not locals from Tokyo.

We are all returnees.

Zhuo looked out the window quietly, feeling the passage of time.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived in Izu.

Zhuo got off the tram carrying his suitcase, and the final journey home took another half an hour.

It is really troublesome to push three suitcases by one person. For this reason, Zhuo has begun to miss the time when Ling was around.

…We just parted.

Not long after, Zhuo finally returned home.

The Utsunomiya family's house is a single-family building similar to Nobita Nobi's, but the floor area is obviously two times larger than Nobita Nobi's. It also has a narrow courtyard with apricot trees, toon trees and cypress trees. There is also a parking space with a sunshade on one side, but it is empty now. It seems that Utsunomiya's parents drove out.

There are seven or eight kinds of well-cared-for flowers planted in the grass between the apricot trees and the Chinese toon trees. Half of them are not in bloom, but the ones that are in bloom are particularly gorgeous and very pleasing to the eye.

The small building has four floors in total. The first floor is the kitchen, living room, toilet and bathroom.

The second floor is a Japanese-style tatami bedroom.

The third floor is also a Japanese-style tatami bedroom.

The fourth floor is also... The fourth floor is a study and an open-air balcony.

(End of this chapter)