102: Chapter 19 You Misunderstood_2 102: Chapter 19 You Misunderstood_2 （…）
（Mr.
Shiyu, you say you won’t take the initiative to attack and just stand there staring.
Even if our No-War God appears, can’t he only stand behind you as a background extra shouting ‘quack—’ ‘yum—’?）
The person at the other end of the telepathy sighed deeply.
（I understand…
Thanks, Gongsun.）
The distressed young man ended the telepathy call, presumably to go admire so photographs.
With no one sending him pictures and no romantic troubles, he slumped onto his desk, more lancholic than his friends.
The more he thought, the angrier he beca.
Why, oh why?
Everyone is the sa age, so why do so handso n get to enjoy beautiful girls in maid outfits late at night, while he has to stare at a letter, deep in thought?
“Unbelievable, just unbelievable!”
People often say the moon’s glow can bewilder, and this ancient superstition was about to be validated once more.
Perhaps because he had been bathed in moonlight on the rooftop for too long, the traumatized young man with gray hair decided to take action.
Miss Qin usually had a healthy routine, and by the ti Qiluo ca ho, she was ready to go to bed.
But rembering that a temporary guest had arrived at her ho today, she planned to delay her bedti until after he had washed up and then carefully lock the front door.
Thus, Qin Qianbai, now in her pajamas and nightcap, was playing on her phone on the couch.
Thump thump thump.
There was a knock on the door again.
Qiluo peeked out from the washroom with a toothbrush in her mouth.
“Qin Qianbai, soone’s at the door~”
“Mm.”
Miss Qin approached the door, her neighbor’s gray-haired visage reflected in the peephole.
“?”
The girl opened the door.
Moonlight spilled into the hallway, casting everything in a dreamy, hazy light, dressing the young man outside in a gauzy veil of white.
Her bespectacled neighbor unusually wore a somber expression.
He remained silent, gazing at her intently from the doorway.
What was wrong with him?
Visiting again in the dead of night, did he want to say sothing…?
For a mont, many thoughts raced through Qin Qianbai’s mind.
She realized she was nervous, even a bit panicked.
As her thoughts deepened, the indescribable emotions in her heart grew stronger.
It seed he had chosen this mont to finally speak.
“Miss…”
He was a young man of decent appearance, his gray hair not of a cheap dye-job, but seemingly natural and soft.
His rectangular glasses gave his face an intellectual look, as if a poet naturally bearing a lancholic aura stood before her.
When he was serious, he was actually quite charming, even though he usually seed like a fool when joking around.
—What, do you want to tell ?
Thump thump, thump thump.
Her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened, a mont feeling as long as a year.
Finally, she heard the young man’s next words.
The poet-like lancholic man collapsed to the ground.
He raised his head in sorrow, like an athlete still unwilling to give up on his dreams after a major setback, and said passionately.
“I…
I want to see cat-eared maids!”
Ah.
It was an illusion.
What was always there, was rely, a fool.
“Look, this is a face mixed with 3 parts pity, 7 parts sympathy, and 190 parts anger.”
“Such a complicated expression is too hard to decipher, besides why be angry?!”
Miss Qin stood with one hand on her hip, her gaze like that on rotting wood in a mud pit.
“At this late hour, you knock on a girl’s door wanting to see cat-eared maids – as the one being asked, I have to she asked, not angrily, why I shouldn’t be upset.”
Gongsun Ce said mournfully, “You can’t imagine the shock I just experienced.”
“As a substitute, Ah Ce could imagine how much of a shock you’re gonna physically experience.”
The gray-haired youth collapsed to the ground, resembling a squirming, noise-making blob of sli.
“Mr.
Gongsun, I’ve also been running around all day.
Why don’t I get that kind of treatnt?
Go ahead!
Hit !
After all, my heart’s been ruthlessly shattered by previous attacks of ruthless affection, now all I’m doing is seeking unattainable solace!”
The young man started to make unearthly screams.
From his inability to produce human sounds, he seed to have devolved from a sli monster to a real ss of sludge.
In a way, this could be considered a superior self-protection technique since few people have the urge to hit a pile of sludge.
Miss Qin looked down at the gray-haired ss of mud from above.
After seeing that it barely moved, she raised her right hand to her ear.
“ow.”
The sludge jerked like an electrocuted fish.
“Well, good night.”
The young lady closed the door and went back inside.
The Superpower User stood still, clutching his chest, his eyes filled with confusion, wonder, doubt, and a whopping 240 percent disbelief.
“Am I hallucinating due to too much stress lately… But no, I’ve been alright these past days…”
Calm down, Gongsun Ce.
Take a deep breath.
Look at the moon above, and with a calm and rational view, reflect on everything that just happened.
Clickety-clack, the video tape in his mind began to rewind.
Gongsun Ce thought back carefully and sincerely sighed.
“Am I an idiot?”
Now alone in the corridor, without anyone to remind him or a mirror to show him, the young man didn’t notice his foolish smile.
He cheerfully headed back to his room, lay down on his bed, feeling pretty good about his day.
Suddenly, he felt that there was nothing he couldn’t handle.
Both foreseeable and unforeseen problems now seed as light as clouds before this sudden good mood.
With such a pleasant fra of mind, the Superpower User ended his sowhat eventful day.
·
In places unseen by the Superpower User, just like every city, tonight in the sky-filled capital, other people’s stories were unfolding.
For instance, Director Liu visited a hilltop villa.
For instance, a leader of the Superpower Organization lost his beloved Walkman due to a weirdo.
For instance, the downhearted leader received a strange request to find soone.
For instance, a girl anxious for losing sothing important didn’t know what to do.
For instance, a group of naive students found it hard to sleep due to a hastily made escape plan.
None of these events currently had anything to do with the slumbering gray-haired youth.
The only event that would connect him to these events had to do with a garden residential complex in the Fixed Wing District.
Yuankai tapped on his keyboard for a while before stopping.
He leaned back in his gaming chair, muttering puzzledly.
“What’s going on?”
·
The next day.
Getting up, unexpectedly notified to go to work, attending classes, rushing to work again during the lunch break, attending more classes… Setting aside such mundane trivialities, it was 3:30 PM as the second afternoon class session began.
In the urgently applied for club room, acting deputy club leader Gongsun Ce slamd his hand on the table and announced the day’s club activity.
“The first club eting and Mr.
Shiyu’s love strategy eting, starts now!”
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