Chapter 63, Rainy Alley.

After eating the noodles,

Utsunomiya Shuo stood obediently under the wooden cart shed, watching the violent storm outside.

The weather changes so fast. It has been cloudy all day, and now there are suddenly lightning and thunder. It's like being constipated all day and suddenly finding a bottle of enema on the ground.

"Or let's pay the bill and I'll take you home." Master Yue said with a sour face, lying on the kitchen counter in the car.

"I brought an umbrella." Zhuo refused without even looking at him.

He calmly took out a transparent folding umbrella from his pocket, opened it, took a step forward, and walked into the rain.

The rain was so heavy that it seemed to be drowning the city.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be sticking to the ground, the vision was very dark, and the road looked gloomy.

The pole lights on the roadside were already on, but they could only illuminate a small area.

The wind was also very strong, with bean-sized raindrops in the gale, as if they were looking for some target. They formed a line in the light and recklessly fell on the cars on the street, making it almost impossible for them to move.

The only sounds in my ears were the banging of the umbrella top and the sound of the violent raindrops, as if a lunatic had obtained a Gatling gun.

The air was so humid that every breath I took felt suffocating.

In just the time it took to eat a bowl of noodles, the water on the road had risen.

Utsunomiya Shuo held an umbrella in one hand and walked on the small path beside the road with his head lowered, carefully avoiding every puddle on the ground.

He is only in the first year of high school now. Many other students of his age have not yet lost their childishness. They will go home in the rain on rainy days. If they are in the mood, they may jump into the puddles a few times to see the water on the ground beneath their feet.

Zhuo was also one of them in his previous life.
Even now, when I walk in the rain, I don’t want to get wet at all, and I’m not in a very good mood.

So when Zhuo walked, he lifted his foot high with each step, then placed his heel on the ground gently, trying not to splash water on the road.

Despite this, the water droplets falling from the sky still splashed my trouser legs, and the wet trousers stuck to my skin, making me very uncomfortable.

The journey home is not long, only about ten minutes.

He kept his head down, his shoulders slumped, and walked crookedly, as if he was playing a chess game.

Does such a thing as intuition really exist?

Or,

Is there really brain wave communication between people?

For example, when you are walking in a crowd, you suddenly feel someone is staring at you, so you stand on tiptoe, stretch your neck and look around, trying to find him/her... Before you find the person, you already know who is looking at you, and you get goose bumps all over your body.

Does this kind of thing really exist?

Zhuo himself doesn't know either.

When he was halfway back, had already left the road, walked into the alley, and turned into the next intersection, he raised his head inexplicably.

The heavy rain seemed to have added a mosaic to the entire world. Visibility was very low and everything was blurry, as if covered by fog.

On the right is an old red brick wall covered with white lime. It is very easy to peel off a piece of this old wall.

On the left is an old private house with a tall gate and high-rise buildings. The wooden door, which is more than four meters high, is matched with a high threshold, all of which are tightly closed, as if there are monsters hiding in the rain.

There are gaps between the cement slabs under your feet, and water flows into the sewer through the gaps.

On both sides of the cement slab is a muddy ground with weeds growing on it.

At the other end of the cement road, a figure was walking in slippers of different heights. One of her legs was stretched out and dragged on the ground weakly, while the other leg supported her body forward, so she walked with one leg higher and one leg lower. The figure was holding a dark red thermal bag in one hand and a black sealed bag in the other.

Without an umbrella, I was completely exposed to the heavy rain.

Her long, light-blond hair lay flat on her head like freshly washed satin... which is a euphemism; in reality, it looked more like a golden rag.

The blue sweatshirt was also drooping because it was soaked with water. Perhaps it had been in the rain for too long, and the clothes' water absorption capacity had been saturated. Dense drops of water dripped down the corners of the clothes and fell to the ground, forming a continuous silver line.

His body was in tatters, with many parts of it looking like they had been torn by something sharp. It looked like he had just fought a bear with one hand and won a miserable victory.

Hey...hey...

Please don't be like this, can you please not be like this...

Do you mixed-bloods have to be so stubborn in order to show your individuality?

Please - learn from Fingle! Be flexible! Be more agile!
It's just a meal. Even if you don't come, I will go out to eat. Don't you know that I'm a foodie?

Even if I'm too lazy to go out, skipping a meal is not a big deal. There are still many people in the world who don't have enough food! He is not that delicate!
do not do that……

Please, don't do this...

Zhuo slowly stopped, lowered his eyes, held the umbrella with one hand, and let the other hand hang naturally by his leg.

Suddenly I felt a little grateful that humans have eyelashes. As long as I lower my head a little, others won’t be able to see the bottom of my eyes.

The lame Zero in front seemed to have sensed or heard the footsteps behind him stop.
She paused and turned to look in his direction.

There was still no expression on his face, his shoulders were uneven, and there was an obvious wound on his left ankle. It seemed that this leg did not have the strength to support the body, so the body was leaning to the other side, relying on the right leg to exert force... There was no obvious red on the wound, which might have been washed away by the heavy rain. There was only a deep, turned-over granulation tissue where the bone could be seen.

It hurts to look at it.

Zhuo retracted his gaze and did not move.
Zero didn't move either.

Only the violent rain hit the umbrella and Zero's head, creating obvious splashes of water.

How could it rain so heavily? Zhuo looked up at the gray-black sky, and sighed wildly in his heart.

He glanced at Ling, who was standing motionless in the rain, through the gaps between his eyelashes. She was standing in the rain like a statue.

If I had known, I would have eaten another bowl of noodles. With Master Yue sitting on a street in Tokyo, he wouldn't care if he bought one more bowl of noodles on credit. Then I wouldn't have seen this scene. How nice.

Zhuo lowered his head and thought for a while, then held the umbrella with one hand and slowly walked towards Ling's position.

In fact, walking face to face like this is a rather awkward thing, especially when one person is staring at you intently, which makes walking even more awkward.

Zero is like this now. I don’t know if she doesn’t know that this will make people uncomfortable, or if she knows but does it on purpose.

So Zhuo kept his head down the whole time and tried not to look at her.

The alley is not long, and I usually just count the doors on the left and walk past it quickly.

But today suddenly felt very long, and the time taken was also very long, it was like a year.

The rain in the sky was also unromantic, crackling into the muddy puddles, making an annoying sound like firecrackers.

　Thanks to Iridium Flash Brothers for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to my brother "I don't want to get wet in the rain" for the 100-point reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)