Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 184

Chapter 184. An Awkward Encounter in a Public Washroom. (4/9)

“Does Rosa know about the other won?”

“Yes.”

“She’s okay with them?”

“What she’s okay with doesn’t change what I am.”

“Certainly, you’d still be viewed as a cheater by society even if she was the one who pushed other won into a relationship with you.”

“Exactly.”

“You know~ I told another lie before~”

“What lie?”

“I don’t despise all cheaters. Just the ones who do it without feeling anything about it. What turns on is when the guy wants to resist, but can’t control his body and loses himself in pleasure. That sort of cheater really gets off~ they’re actually my ideal type~”

“Just kill , I’m not interested.”

“Heheh, even if you’re not interested I already am.”

I felt her hand dig into my pocket. When I felt her retrieve sothing my eyes shot open.

She had my phone in her hands.

“What are you doing with my phone?”

“Obediently unlock it for or I’ll kill you~”

“Then kill .”

“Fine, I’ll rape you then.”

My lips and eyes twitched. I was in a helpless situation where I couldn’t resist.

I raised my thumb up to my phone’s ho button and used the fingerprint scanner to unlock it. It shook and said it required the password. This sotis happened when it was in my pants pocket as a result of the heat from my body.

“Just enter pi, 42 digits after the decimal point, forget the decimal. That’s the passcode to unlock it.”

“Hah? Are you trying to make an unfunny joke in this sort of situation?”

“What? You don’t know that many digits of pi?”

“Of course not, who would bother to rember that or use it as their password? Are you going to try pulling sothing like you don’t rember it because you’re under stress? Or get it wrong a certain number of tis so you have to wait a really long ti to enter another password? Are you trying to stall for ti, hoping soone will show up to interrupt us?”

“That might not be such a bad idea, but I’ve got to get to work. I don’t have ti for this shit. I’m in hot enough water as it is at work. I’ve at least got to call in to let them know I’m running late.”

“I see. You’re quite calm to still be thinking about work when you might die.”

“I wouldn’t want to worry my co-worker after all.”

“Fine, I’ll allow you to notify them that you will be late.”

“Thanks.”

“But you can only send a text and I need to approve it before you send it.”

“Haaaaaah. Sure.”

“So, what’s the real passcode?”

“I told you, that was it.”

“What the hell?”

“You can search it up online if you want or I can recite it for you if you don’t trust .”

“I’ll do both then.”

She put my phone down on the counter to our side and pulled out her own phone and searched up digits of pi.

“Go ahead.”

“3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169.” I recited it in just under seven seconds. I was so used to entering it on my phone that it was effectively muscle mory for the mind.

“Hah? Sorry, what was that? It sounded like you were just mumbling to .”

“Sorry if I went a bit too fast, it’s just easier for to not ss up when I go fast since it’s sort of like a song to . 3.1415 - 926535 - 8979 - 323 - 84626 - 43383 - 27950 - 28841 - 97169.” I recited them much slower in the groups of numbers I’d morized them in.

“What the hell? They’re all right. You’re a total nerd, why does Rosa like such a nerd who morized so many digits of pi for his passcode?”

“Who knows? I’d really like to ask her that as well. Like, aren't her tastes just weird.”

“Yeah, yeah. Totally.” She completely agreed with .

“Oh no, not good, I shouldn’t be having such a casual conversation with you when I have a knife to your throat. This is a serious situation.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with you? Do your job properly and stop slacking or the person you’re holding up with a knife will look down on your professionalism as an assassin.”

“Haha, my bad, my bad. Ahem. Annnnyway, where were we? Oh, right, I’ve got to unlock your phone still and make sure you weren’t lying.”

She entered the passcode but frowned when it didn’t unlock.

“Hey, what the heck? It’s not working.”

“You probably just ssed up when you entered it. Aren't you a bit careless?”

“Ugh. Give a sec, I’ve got it this ti.”

A second failure.

“You definitely lied. I’m sure I got it that ti.”

“You entered an extra number by accident this ti. The difficulty of the passcode is not from what it actually is, but rather the ability to patiently input it correctly by hand even under pressure when only given a few attempts before you will get locked out by a ti gate.”

“You’re saying I’m careless?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s no way I can accept this.”

She tried three more tis but failed.

“I refuse to accept I didn’t enter it correctly even when I know what it is.”

She’d taken several minutes just entering it slowly to make sure but she still found a way to ss it up.

I could help but let out a small laugh, “Hahah, your little bit of clumsiness is actually kind of cute.”

“I-I’m not clumsy, your passcode is the problem, not . If it was sothing normal? I’d definitely have gotten it right by now. Hey, you’re actually lying to about what it is just so you can make fun of , aren’t you?”

“If you don’t believe , hand my phone over.”

“Then prove it.”

“Alright.

I received my phone and held it in front of my chest. She leaned in a bit closer to watch enter it.

My fingers moved about rapidly and in six seconds the phone unlocked.

“What the hell was that? I’m an assassin and I consider my eyesight to be pretty good, but all I saw was a blur. Is this considered a standard skill to possess among normal civilians?”

“Well, I don’t think so. This is the only number I can enter so fast and it’s only because I’ve entered it so many tis that it’s pure muscle mory by this point. If you change the size of the keypad up on enough, I wouldn’t be able to enter it nearly as fast with such accuracy. I’d definitely make so mistakes. I don’t even really think at this point when entering this number on my phone.”

“Did you really even enter pi just now?”

“Yeah, I did. I can do it again but go slower if you want.”

“Yeah, please do.”

I did it again at a quarter the speed, a very leisurely pace.

When the phone unlocked she removed the knife from my throat and clapped and exclaid, “Ohhhh! So you weren’t lying. It’s kind of cool how fast you can enter it.”

“Is it? Don't you think it’s a pointless little gimmick?”

“Well, it is, but sohow it’s interesting to watch. You have entertained.”

“Aren’t you a bit too easy to entertain for an assassin? By the way, is it alright for you to not keep that knife to my throat?”

“Ah! Sorry, sorry. We keep getting distracted.” She pressed the knife up against my neck again.

“Pass your phone again. I want to get in myself.”

“Sure.”

I locked it and handed it back over to her.

She sat down on the counter and had do the sa.

With one hand she tried entering the passcode again while casually holding the knife against my throat. It felt like a rather comical scene.

She failed five more tis and looked at with a troubled expression, ‘Why can’t I do it? Why is it so hard to enter this stupid number accurately?’ That was what her eyes conveyed?

I sighed and took the phone back from her. I unlocked it on the sixth attempt to avoid the ti gate for the next failed attempt. When I handed it back to her, she smiled and took another crack at it.

On her fourteenth attempt, she finally entered it correctly.

“Yes! I finally did it.”

“Oh! Good job, good job.” I instinctively congratulated her, forgetting about the knife at my throat.

“Heheh, thanks.” She smiled happily and rubbed the back of her head embarrassedly when she suddenly froze up.

“What the hell am I doing getting all chummy with you? Ah, not good, I got caught up in your pace.”

“I thought we were starting to get along pretty well though.”

“Are you trying to make develop Lima Syndro or sothing?”

“Not at all, if you felt anything positive toward that’s definitely not my intention. I don’t need more troubleso won in my life. I’ve already got my hands full.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t want ? How cruel~ and here I am coming onto you so hard~”

She leaned her body against . If it wasn’t for the knife at my neck, I might completely forget the sort of situation I was in.