Chapter 78 I'm talking about your house

Just like the cutest girl in your class. She may not be as beautiful as the stars on TV, but she will always be the pure white shadow without any flaws in your heart.

Like the only outlier among the colorful flowers, it blooms its own white buds stubbornly and reservedly.

Is this really a man?

Zhuo asked himself this question in his heart.

Because the way men bow to him is so 'maid'...

…He took a half step back with his right foot, straightened his back, held up the outer apron and the left and right edges of the skirt with both hands, bent his knees and bowed his head, and saluted him.

At least at this moment, he really had the illusion that he was about to meet a British duke or princess, and the person in front of him was a personal maid who had received professional training since the age of two and served the nobles.

"Nice to meet you, thank you for taking care of me. My name is Renxing Jing. I have to dress like a woman because I am being taken care of by someone. Please forgive me for any disturbance I have caused." The man introduced himself with a smile.

Utsunomiya Shuo's mind was in a mess and he no longer had the time to complain about the weird surname "Rendo".

At this moment, his mind was filled with two words:
That's it.

Seventeen years, he has lived for seventeen years... He was not moved by the joking in the class; he was as calm as Buddha when Yamamoto Yurina hit someone with the ball; even when Zero took care of him like a mother and a wife, he could always stay sober...

But when he saw this face, this smile, in front of this boy who was so beautiful that he looked like a man or a woman, but without the slightest bit of a shemale, and whose smile made the sunshine pale in comparison... his heart actually trembled violently, as if it just made up for the missing years.

Oli Crab! What a ghost!
Zhuo's mind was a mess (no typos), and he couldn't say anything.

So he just said "Oh" blankly, with the meaning of the syllables unclear.

The boy, or rather, the humanoid figure, didn't care about his rudeness.

"Then please excuse me while I take my leave first."

He had a smile on his face from beginning to end, and with his dreamy eyes, he put on a smile and gently turned and left.

The heavy painted wooden door was reopened, and the human figure disappeared behind it.

The changing room became quiet again. The gentle sunlight shone through the glass and hit the back of Utsunomiya Shuo's head, making him feel warm.

There is an old locust tree in the courtyard outside the window. A black cat is lying on the branch of the tree, taking a nap.

Utsunomiya Shuo stood there motionless, his hands and feet stiff, for a long, long time...

……

“Merry Christmas!!!”

"Merry Christmas."

"I'm so depressed. This time doesn't count. Let's try again. Merry Christmas!!!"

As soon as they went out, Yurina stood at the door, yelling and screaming, and tried to pull him to do the same.

Utsunomiya Shuo raised one hand, clenched his palm into a fist, and raised it weakly over his shoulder.

"Merry Christmas."

There was no change in tone.

"Although your pronunciation is standard, I still feel that you are being perfunctory?" Yurina pouted in dissatisfaction.

Zhuo looked down at the girl who was almost pressed against his chest. He felt calm and even wanted to kick her.

Only Japanese people like you would think that my pronunciation is standard.

"Forget it, that kind of thing is not important. I have something more important to ask of you, Yurina. It can be said that I have a lifetime request."

Zhuo's expression was serious.

Yurina was frightened by him and took a step back: "Wha...what."

"We've known each other for a long time, right?" Zhuo looked into her eyes.

"More than two years, that's not that long." Yurina looked a little timid, even though she had been so bold before.

"We are friends."

"...It depends on the situation. It doesn't have to be the case under certain conditions."

"You'll help your friend when he asks for his whole life, right?"

"...I told you that it depends on the situation~ For example, right now, Zhuo, you've been staring at my chest and saying these things, which makes me feel uneasy." Yurina protected her chest with both hands, showing a scared look, but her words were merciless. Zhuo: "..." I can't count on her.

Zhuo did want to do that for a while, to correct his distorted view of love. But Yurina...

Forget it, I can let Ren or Kanda try women's clothing, the effect may be better than Yurina's.

But wouldn’t that still make him a sissy?

What the hell, isn’t this a dead end?

"Idiot." Zhuo shot back with dead eyes.

Then he walked around her and went downstairs.

Yurina suddenly returned to normal, swaying from side to side like a follower, mumbling non-stop.

"What's going on? Did you see Mr. Jing? Do you feel in love?"

"I'm just kidding. It's ok~ as long as you keep it a secret."

"Really, if you tell me how it feels, I'll let you touch it. I'll give you four!"

"I met Mr. Jing on the street. I was also scared at that time. He was walking on the street wearing a kimono and wooden clogs. I almost thought he was a time traveler from the Edo period."

Seeing that she was becoming more and more cheerful the more she spoke, Zhuo had no choice but to keep a straight face and ignore her... Is this woman's intuition so accurate?
The so-called spring refers to people like Yurina.

Pure without losing sexiness, elegant without losing charm; Ouyang lost his radicals, and Murong lost his foundation.

……

Afterwards, the two returned to the lobby downstairs together.

The hall has been almost decorated. The light-colored sofas have been placed in the center of the hall and arranged in a row, forming something like an auditorium.

It was indeed an auditorium, facing a small platform that was just built and was over one meter high.

Christmas music was playing from speakers somewhere, with a cheerful rhythm.

There were not too many guests, and except for the two of them, all of them were present. I don't know if it was intentional, but five men and five women were gathered around the sofa. Some were talking, while others were preparing something...

It seems like they are going to put on a show.

Good thing, he wasn't informed of that either.

Among those who were talking, there was one person who was obviously surrounded and it was obvious that it was the boy who was so beautiful that he could look like both a man and a woman.

Zhuo didn't dare to go to see it because of his own life and his parents' old age.

“It’s so big~”

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your house!" Zhuo glared at Yurina unhappily, "This hall alone is several times larger than my little house, and it's both clean and luxurious."

"Thank you for the compliment. Your house is quite big." Yurina pouted with a bored look on her face.

Those boys who have a crush on Yamamoto Yurina in school will definitely be disillusioned if they find out this is the nature of this girl.

"That's my parents' house, not mine."

“This is also my parents’ house.”

Yurina patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, go help. Let's get ready and start our Patty!"

Zhuo knew what she was referring to—Zhuo had not prepared any program, and he did not have any talent.

He ignored Yurina who was smiling maliciously and walked aside to get the cutlery and cups.

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