Because it was around 2 pm, after the deal with Zhuge, there was no ti for Luo Qiu to have the lunch You Ye prepared for him. He then had to hurry back to Professor Qin Fang’s house.
It was a lengthy spiritual journey to Zhuge; yet rely a common conversation to Luo Qiu.
Of course, this conversation would not stop at this level.
They would et later... Luo Qiu’s premonition in this aspect had beco sharper.
The premonition and the sensitive sixth sense probably ca from the increase in the number of transactions.
...
Luo Qiu appeared at the back of the house--- Due to a custor coming in at lunchti, he had to make up an excuse to leave.
Bypassing the old walls covered with the erald Virginia creeper, his look was attracted by the scenery all the ti. This was because he was particularly fond of such landscapes filled with the scent of history.
However, there was a figure at a window on the third floor of the house. Intentionally or not, her look seed to fall onto him.
That should be Qin Chuyu’s room.
She leaned against the sill edge on her arm.
Didn’t the beautiful female painter leave her house early like usual?
Her gaze and Luo Qiu’s t by chance, yet, Qin Chuyu turned about to leave, vanishing from the small angle by the window.
What was she thinking about?
Due to his eyesight becoming better and better, he could easily see a bit of depression and indifference on Qin Chuyu’s face across the window.
The depression and indifference were just like those royal blue eyes of Miss Servant the first ti he t her.
Qin Chuyu, Yu Sanniang... While thinking about these questions, Boss Luo reached out to the gate bell of the house. Unexpectedly, the gate was opened at that mont.
Zhang Qingrui walked out with a handbag and was stunned when she saw Luo Qiu. "Ah, the professor said he has to prepare to et a custor this evening, so today’s work is on hold... Anyway, I thought you wouldn’t co back today."
After all, the exact ti the custor would co was not a predictable matter for the club. Luo Qiu felt he indeed left hurriedly 1 hour ago.
"Yeah." He nodded.
None of his stuff had been left in the house, so Luo Qiu had no desire to enter.
"So you..."
"I’m OK." Luo Qiu said without thinking, "I can go by myself. It’s more convenient for to take a bus."
Maybe it was because she did not need to be buried in the boring assignnts for the remaining half day, Zhang Qingrui looked to be in a good mood, who took a joke breezily, "Let count how many tis you refused my kindness? Honestly, I feel sort of depressed being rejected by you."
"It’s still early to have dinner, don’t worry."
"..."
Zhang Qingrui gaped, then chuckled. Due to such short and simple words, her original jolly mood even got more relaxed.
At best, they were just classmates, not even as close as friends. However fortuitously, they felt more relaxed getting along with each other compared to the ti they spent on others.
There was nothing to care about.
With a shake of her head, Zhang Qingrui went to her car while saying, "See you tomorrow."
"See ya."
Luo Qiu took the last glance at the sill of the third floor. He thought about the inactivity of the soul in the skeleton set today. Zhang Qingrui had no abnormal conditions as well like yesterday and looked much better.
It might verify what You Ye said, that the weak soul had vanished because of Zhang Qingrui’s ‘Yang-Qi’.
It... didn’t manage to express anything in the end.
"Astral lamp..." Luo Qiu thought of an interesting idea. If he changed business and started to defeat demons, would it be enough to retire after winning rit just by standing at the side without peach wood swords or imitating black dog to dance as a sorcerer?
"Master Luo?"
Haha.
Since there were no other things, Luo Qiu went straight back the club. Thinking that there were so things that had been delayed, he picked up the account book that he took out before, reading it slowly.
...
...
"Zhuge’s room is way too ssy, didn’t you clean it up?"
"Er..." Zhuge sat at the edge of the bed nervously, his heartbeat accelerated as ti went by, and he was too anxious to reply the conversation. "... I’m a little busy."
The Nanako in front of him, whether in height or the body proportion, was totally the sa with the role he set at the ti he established the account.
He thought he was dreaming, yet, after giving his belly a hard pinch, the pain had him accept everything in front of his eyes.
Zhuge could talk about everything with Nanako by typing on the internet--- Of course, Nanako could only reply the words using the judgnt of the intelligent program but Zhuge didn’t care about those.
But out of the screen, when the Live 2D character turned into a real figure in the three-dinsional world, Zhuge found he beco stamrer.
Oh, Alexander...
Looking at Nanako bending her waist to clean the untidy objects on the cabinet, Zhuge couldn’t even shift his attention away--- A girl, was cleaning his dirty, disorderly and terrible room, while berating softly, saying blaming words in a mild tone.
This was really a... really a ...
The imagination scared Zhuge; therefore, he drank a bottle of cola made in 2016 to collect himself.
A wonderful girl from the sky?
The script of my goddess?
No matter how he thought about it, this fantastic issue shouldn’t happen on him.
He thought of the magical place he dreamt, checking his pockets unwittingly, then discovered he really fished out a black card.
The soul... trade.
Zhuge’s hand quivered, the black card dropped onto the ground.
"Na, Nanako..." Zhuge raised his head to look at the figure who was cleaning his room.
The one who was set into a sweet style, and now a real sweet girl, turned about gradually, making a gesture that made people feel attracted, moving her head sideways slightly with a ek smile. "Anything I can do for you?"
Zhuge deeply breathed, "Nanako... Will you disappear?"
Nonetheless, Nanako walked to Zhuge, pulling his hands gently, grasping in both her hands, saying softly, "Nanako will always be with Zhuge."
Zhuge might not have touched any female hands throughout the 21 years except holding hands with his mother during his childhood. He got excited all of a sudden.
‘Turns out a girl’s hand is really cool...’
‘But, if she could keep company all the ti...’
‘If so, even if I donated my soul, I...’
‘I am willing."
...
...
"Are... Are you Mr. Luo Qiu?"
This was the second day. Luo Qiu punctually arrived at Professor Qin Fang’s house just as he used to do forrly. When he was about to push a buzzer, he was stopped by soone else.
It was a middle-aged man in a business suit but not stoutly built. Only, the wrinkles between his eyebrows could already be seen.
Luo Qiu gave a start as he didn’t recall any mory of this man. He then nodded. "Yes, I am."
The man went straight to the matter he ca for. "Well, we checked you’re the manager’s friend, so we have a question for you, when was the last ti yesterday you saw our manager?"
"Excuse ?"
"Our manager has been missing since yesterday, without answering or returning our calls back all night. Our Old Mrs. is very afraid," the man said seriously. "So, if Mr. Luo has any information, please tell ."
‘Zhang Qingrui’s missing?’
Reviews
All reviews (0)