Chapter 76, The Day Before Christmas

On the contrary, he really admired those guys who never said a word to Zero before Christmas but could invite him with "Don't come near me" written on their faces.

Although it may sound a bit self-boasting to say this.

But Zhuo believes that compared to other people, the distance between Zhuo and Ling is probably the closest.

But as soon as he mentioned the hint of an invitation, he was immediately given an icy stare by the princess.

Presumably, those boys who had hoped to invite Zero would have an even more tragic ending and would have to accept defeat in tears.

This is not bad.

After all, he was just an adolescent boy who was attracted by Zero's appearance.

If you really like Zero, you will truly understand the meaning of the phrase "broken head and bloodied".

That was the thick wall that Lu Mingze used his body to resist the Rhine. If ordinary people bumped into it, they would be crushed into dust...

and so.

Even though he and Ling have been together day and night for nearly half a year, from feeding him before the summer vacation to cooking and cleaning for him under the same roof now... and so on, as long as Zhuo opens his mouth, Ling will definitely respond to his requests; there are even some things that he doesn't even need to ask, as long as Zero sees it, he will do it.

Even so,

Zhuo would tell himself every day not to like her, and not to like her. No matter what, he couldn't...

That would definitely be hard.

absolute.

——Don’t assume that others like you without authorization, and don’t like others without authorization.

So, "How about we spend the night together?" Zhuo said with a smile, his head still resting on the armrest, looking lazy and nonchalant like a decadent thirty-year-old uncle.

Zero stared into his eyes.

quite a while,

"Why?" she frowned.

"Of course I want to date you."

"..." Ling paused, "You are lying."

"I know you still look at me like that!"

Zhuo glared at her.

Although Zhuo had thought more than once that Ling was adorable, awesome and virtuous, and that marrying her would save him 50 years of hard work, etc., he was always sober and had no intention of actually paying any price.

To be honest, these mixed-bloods are more pretentious than each other.

Even though they say they don't fit in with the world and are lonely, they still look down on others and think they are superior to others! And even if they are not mixed-blood, who doesn't live alone?
After all, the world will continue to turn around even if no one is missing.

Even if Lu Mingfei is killed, the sun will still rise tomorrow.

No one is an exception!
Back to the point.

"I'm sorry." Zero apologized frankly.

"Forgive me," Zhuo didn't take it to heart at all, and immediately waved his hand and said, "...So, what are your plans for Christmas Eve?"

"There was nothing to do that day."

"So are we going to the Christmas party? After school on the 24th, we'll gather at Yamamoto Yurina's house. There should be a lot of people there, and we'll anonymously exchange gifts or something."

“……”Zero didn’t say anything.

"I see. Then I'll take this as a notice to you. I won't bother you to cook on Christmas Eve."

"Ah."

The two were silent again.

It was already dark outside, and the remaining light shone on the ground, forming a long streak behind the pedestrians.

He looked out the window and didn't insist.

I just had good intentions and wanted to spend Christmas with Ling. Since she didn't want to, it was fine.

He didn't mean anything else anyway.

Ling sat at the end of the sofa with his head lowered, stealing glances at him from time to time.

Then she stood up,

Zhuo Yuan thought she was leaving and was about to get up to see her off... but Ling walked towards the kitchen.

She opened the closet in the kitchen... The closet was no longer the closet it once was. It was now filled with all kinds of things, and even Zhuo didn't know what was inside... She took something out of the closet, and then took out two white porcelain cups and a tray.

This is the sound of water.

Thirty seconds later,

Ling held a tray in each hand, with tea on the tray that was emitting a faint smell of white smoke.

She placed one of the cups in front of him, neither hurried nor slow. When the tray touched the table, the tea in the cup didn't even ripple.

Then Ling sat back in his seat, sipping his tea without looking at him again.

Zhuo lowered his head and saw the clear black tea in the cup. The aroma was so comfortable that it was a high-end product he had never seen before.

He didn't ask why Ling suddenly made a cup of tea. He just picked up the tray silently, gently blew away the mist above, and took small sips.

"So sweet."

"With sugar."

"I like."

"Ah."

The two of them held their tea and said this without looking at each other.

Zhuo took another sip of the black tea, swallowed it and looked at her.

Ling's posture of drinking tea really is like that of a real princess, dignified and graceful, with her back straight.

He roughly understood what Zero wanted to express.

Before that, that was probably the first time Zero had rejected his request, it had never happened before.

Zero's mission was to win him over, and she said that nothing happened that day...

Although Zhuo felt it was completely unnecessary.

But for Ling, it probably was a waste of Zhuo's kindness.

So pouring a cup of tea is probably equivalent to an awkward and disguised way of saying "don't be angry".

Well, this guy is really awkward.

Zhuo turned his face as if nothing had happened.

……

"You really don't need me to take you there?"

"Please, are you my mother? Please don't do this, please."

"it is good."

So, it was the day before Christmas, December 24th.

The school has started its winter vacation.

On this wonderful holiday that everyone is preparing to spend according to their own plans, Zhuo is also preparing to go on an appointment.

The time is one o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhuo was still standing at the entrance wearing his usual casual clothes, changing his shoes for going out;

Zero, on the other hand, stood on the steps inside the entrance hall, watching him;
There were still dishes on the low table in the living room that had not been cleared away in time. The two of them had just had lunch together.

After all, the focus of the party was Christmas Eve, and it was estimated that they would not be able to eat until the evening, so it would not be possible to skip lunch. So at noon, Ling came to his house as usual to make lunch, and then ate as usual...

…It was supposed to be like this.

But what are you trying to do by sending your husband out like this?
The sense of déjà vu was so strong that Zhuo didn't dare to look into Ling's eyes when he was talking.

He changed his shoes and stood up. Zero was still standing there, looking straight at him.

Ling didn't feel embarrassed at all. He looked him up and down and gave advice in a calm tone: "If it's a party, it would be better to change your clothes."

Fortunately, she didn't tidy up her clothes, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing.

"It's at Yurina's house. I used to go there often." Zhuo straightened his collar.

"Ah."

……

Forty minutes later, Zhuo looked at the two people in front of him, Yurina Yamamoto, who was wearing a spotless white dress, and Jin Kiritani, who was wearing a black and red suit, standing in the wind, disheveled.

(End of this chapter)