Chapter 664: Chapter 4 Scheming (3)
“Sorry to disturb you.”
After the doorbell had rung twice symbolically, Gongsun Ce entered Qiluo’s ho with breakfast he’d bought on the way.
Qiluo’s ho was located in the northern part of the central district, a duplex residence connecting the 35th and 36th floors of the luxury apartnt complex “Rainbow Cloud.” After removing his shoes at the entrance, what Gongsun Ce saw was a surprisingly normal living room: marble floors, carved glass lamps, large windows that let in plenty of light, and a formal long couch with wooden chairs. The first floor of this house hardly bore the hallmarks of youthful style, let alone any trace of the “second dinsion,” resembling more the apartnt of a business elite than that of a female university student.
“Coming~~ Just a mont~~”
Pitter-patter, the sound of descending stairs drew closer to the entrance, and his friend, wearing pink cat slippers, ran down from the second floor. Qiluo rushed over with sparkling eyes: “Good morning, Gongsun Ce~”
Perhaps because she had just woken up, Qiluo, who ca running down the stairs, was still in her howear pajamas. Unlike her usual extravagant stage costus, Qiluo’s pajamas were plain, grey short-sleeved shirts and shorts suitable for the hot sumr. Her twin ponytails were also uncombed, with her pink hair naturally draped behind her, fluttering slightly with the girl’s movents.
“Morning. That’s a very… cute set of pajamas.”
Even though the clothes were very normal, Gongsun Ce still politely looked away. It’s always awkward when a well-built girl bounces energetically down the stairs, not knowing where to look.
“Gongsun Ce ant to say they’re very ordinary, right?”
“For your standards, they are ordinary clothes, but you in this look are anything but ordinary.”
Qiluo (pajama outfit).
In a mobile ga, that would be a limited event SSR for sure.
“Hehe~” Qiluo with long-hair took the breakfast bag, asking expectantly, “Decided to stay?”
Gongsun Ce curved his finger and gave the idol a solid thump on the head.
“Ow!” Qiluo clutched her head in pain.
“How could I, you defenseless girl, only scumbags would accept such an invitation!”
“Gongsun Ce, you’re already a scumbag.”
“That’s exactly why I need to avoid taking a giant leap forward on a scumbag’s thorny path to beco the kind of man with a particularly unseemly title!”
Naturally. The proposal to stay at Qiluo’s place was rejected by Gongsun Ce right from the start. He had co here for another reason.
——Since Gongsun Ce is holess and has nothing to do at the mont, co play gas with ~
Both emotionally and logically, Gongsun Ce couldn’t refuse the suggestion of the girl who had just saved his life. Hence, the superpower user, while on guard for any possible assassins, brought the breakfast (hot coffee and sandwiches) he’d bought on the road and headed for Qiluo’s residence.
“Follow upstairs, Gongsun Ce. Just grab any pair of slippers.”
“Not eating in the dining room?”
“I like to eat takeout in my room.”
From that sentence alone, one could guess that the second floor of Qiluo’s house was probably entirely different from the first floor.
This guess was confird upon entering the room.
“Wow…”
Next to the big-screen TV was a specialized gaming cabinet, with all sorts of new and old consoles and ga discs stacked neatly inside; posters of ani and pop bands adorned the walls; one-third of the room was taken up by a transparent cabinet displaying an array of delicate figurines; and the three large monitors side by side on the desk loudly announced to any visitor just how imrsed the host was in the online world.
Incredible.
In this happy otaku den, the ssy bed was practically a touch of normalcy. If this was Qiluo’s separate ga room, one could only wonder how terrifying her actual bedroom must be…
Qiluo sat on the bed with a cheerful expression, “Just sit anywhere you like, Gongsun Ce~”
“Pardon my boldness, Mr. Gongsun, but I don’t seem to have found a good place to sit. That chair, cramd full of model boxes and books, doesn’t seem like it’s ant for sitting.”
“Ah, sorry, I usually sit on the bed to play gas.”
Qiluo thought for a mont and patted the space next to her on the bed.
“Sit here?”
“Taking a seat there would lead to even more severe problems!”
Gongsun Ce angrily conjured a white chair and found a spot to sit.
“Oooh, Gongsun Ce always worries about strange things,” Qiluo said with a sandwich in her mouth, “even though you are already the light novel protagonist toggling between two girls.”
Gongsun Ce covered his heart, bending over in mock pain, “Qiluo… weren’t you the one who called over to play gas…”
“Execution! Demon Gongsun Ce on sale today~”
“No one would buy that kind of ga!”
Aorus from Light Core ordered 4000 copies.
“Does that rich young master have too much money to waste?”
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And so, fifteen minutes later.
Seeing that their mutual lady friends hadn’t arrived with murderous intent, Gongsun Ce slightly relaxed. He and Miss Qiluo, who had finished their breakfast, sat side by side at the computer desk, selecting how to while away the morning.
“Do you want to play a co-op ga, Gongsun Ce?”
“I usually play those gas controlling two controllers with telekinesis.”
“It feels weird that you’ve grasped such a reclusive, otaku way to play gas despite having several close friends.”
“It’s also a hassle to invite soone over just to play a ga.”
This way of playing was actually a holdover from his past social customs in Cangdu. He no longer consciously maintains a distance but the remnants of his past lifestyle still linger.
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