Abilities are Maths

Silence, silence is the wine table tonight.

The purple-gray haired boy had an offended expression, his slightly parted lips and raised brows were not gorgeous at all.

The red-haired boy with different eyes looked as if his account had been stolen, his eyes showed three points of helplessness, three points of anger, two points of surprise, and two points of interest, just like a fan diagram.He subconsciously glanced at his own buttocks, and felt his soul go out of his body for a moment.

As for Zhongye, Zhongye, who was specially wearing height-enhancing insoles for this dinner, was so angry that he seemed to grow taller visually, and kicked over Grandpa Newton's coffin board. If Luan Shuo didn't stop him, he would have already sharpened his knife up.

The young master of the Igarashi consortium, who was arrogant just now and looked lonely and begging for defeat, heaved a sigh of relief at this moment.

oh?Why don't you praise him?Narcissistic ugly boars don't deserve sincere praise.

"As expected of Miss Kazue." Akashi who quickly adjusted his expression was the first to break the silence. He looked at the black-haired girl who was so nervous that her hands were shaking, and made a wave of sarcasm with appreciation.

Yizhi showed a gentle smile to the other party, and once again responded politely,

"Trust me, you must be the man with the most rounded hips in the whole party."

Unexpectedly, there would be a second injury, the red-haired boy choked briefly, but this time he had already experienced, and an embarrassed but polite smile quickly appeared on his face.

"Heh——" Atobu, who recovered and started to watch the play, took a few vague glances at the buttocks hidden behind the red-haired boy's suit, then glanced at his own, and let out a disdainful sneer.

"Your eyes are really not gorgeous."

[How do you still compare? ]

The glamorous and classical beauty sitting next to Atobe stroked her dark green hair on the temples with her fingers, and looked at the few people in front of her with interest,

"A new lady came here today, let's introduce each other, shall we?"

These words were addressed to Yizhi, the beauty with dark green curly hair stared straight at her, her mezzo-soprano voice as mellow as red wine pierced into the depths of her ears, it was so numb.

Let’s not talk about how embarrassing the train-driving onebyone introduction is, this young lady named Qihai is really flirtatious, enthusiastic, bold and open, with a string of rainbow farts.

Yizhi blushed, feeling the scent of oranges gradually filling the air.

After a while, several people began to chat about some major issues related to society and the company, and Yizhi would intervene at the right time from time to time.However, although the seemingly flamboyant Atobe is the most active and powerful, she feels that the rhythm of the entire chat is controlled by Akashi, and Chuya, who is not very good at this aspect, is completely routine.

So it should be Dazai to deal with this situation now!This little black mud spirit tricked Zhong Ye over again.

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since the banquet started, and Dazai hasn't come back yet.Yizhi looked around again, but he didn't see Xiao A's figure all the time. He didn't seem to be present today.

The representative of the intelligence department, Ango-senpai, did not attend due to work reasons, and Sakunosuke, who is also a port Mafia company animal, was not invited like Kazue, so he will not participate in this level of dinner.

Under the bright golden lights, people in high-end dresses were talking and laughing with fake masks, drinking and drinking. Being in this luxurious and spacious space, they felt unreasonably empty and funny.

The air is full of vanity, interests, and money, and the noise is chilling.

Yizhi instinctively hated this kind of scene that made her feel illusory, she stared at the exquisite wine glass in front of her, lost in thought.

"Miss, can I invite you to dance with me?" A hoarse and weird male voice suddenly exploded in her ears, and the black-haired man who was sitting in the corner before unexpectedly came to her without anyone noticing.

Yizhi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her head, only to find that most of the people were gathered in the center of the dance floor, and she was the only one left at the dinner table.

The music is sometimes soft and lyrical, sometimes cheerful and playful.On the dance floor, couples of men and women in fancy dress danced to the rhythm, and the women's flowing and shining skirts of various colors were almost charming.

Dazai hasn't come back yet, sitting here by himself is too awkward and strange.After a little thought, Yizhi stood up and slowly put his right hand into the rough palm of the man in front of him.

Face to face distance, the complete picture of this stranger is clearly revealed.

Exquisite eyebrows, a tall eagle nose, perfect lips and a beautiful chin, in all fairness, this is an extremely beautiful face.However, it was this perfection that made him look extremely strange.

It's like having countless plastic surgeries and knives, this face is a work completely sculpted by hand.

The two quickly spun on the crowded dance floor, Yizhi's slender waist was tightly held by the man, his strength seemed to break her, and the hand holding her was slightly soaked in sweat, but the other's expression was extremely indifferent.

Yizhi didn't cry out in pain, nor did she push the man away. At this moment, she was about to be overwhelmed by this strong sense of disobedience and strange familiarity.Whether it is the thin body shape, nose, eyes, and skin color, there are huge differences, but the temperature of the palm of this person and the gloomy temperament are almost exactly the same as in the memory.

While thinking wildly, another song ended, and the lively jig made Yizhi lower his head slightly and pant for breath.

Suddenly, her wrist was caught, followed by a burst of hot and humid breath on the thin right shoulder.

"The golden rose I made for you out of precious dust hasn't been given away yet?"

It seemed to be whispers between lovers, but the cold and hoarse voice was like a viscous poisonous snake, slowly and domineeringly climbing to the girl's ears.

"!"

As soon as the words fell, the black-haired girl's empty left hand trembled violently uncontrollably, cold sweat stuck in the middle of the right hand held by the man, and she hardly dared to look up at him.

How is he here?

Is his cross-dimension related to him?

What is his purpose?

Why mention that golden rose?

Countless doubts and great uneasiness hit Yizhi, she moved her stiff lips, but she couldn't say a complete word.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

The orange-haired boy jerked away the black-haired man's grip on Yizhi, and at the same time pulled her behind him.

Obviously, I just happened to see this scene in the nearby movie: the man with malicious intentions and the girl with limp and trembling legs.

"Chi—" the black-haired man didn't give the orange-haired boy a look, but stared straight at the branch with his head hanging down, and let out an inexplicable laugh.

"See you soon, Axiu."

With the end of this sentence, an amazing scene appeared.

Without any warning, the black-haired man just disappeared without a trace, and the people around him didn't respond as if they didn't see this scene.

but,

"Master Zhongyuan, you are so short that you can't stop me."

Yizhi, who was wearing high heels of 169cm, looked down lovingly at Nakaya, who was wearing a height-enhancing insole of 163cm.

"!Depend on"

The young man who had been on guard in front of him suddenly staggered, and suddenly opened the distance between himself and the girl, hoping to appear relatively taller.

"You!" If you read correctly, the orange hair hidden in the petite boy's hat had completely exploded, and the other party turned into anger from embarrassment.

"Tsk...forget it. Are you okay? That person just now?"

Seemingly not good at caring for people, Nakaya lowered the brim of his hat a little shyly, but couldn't help but look at the black-haired girl in front of him who was smiling as usual.

Yizhi tilted his head, his tone was very relaxed,

"It's okay. It's just that I owe him ten yuan and he's here to collect the debt"

"what?!!"

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It was very late when the banquet was over, and there was not a single star in the dark sky.

"Little bastard, what kind of century pit are you squatting in, and you came back so late. Could it be constipation?"

Sitting in the car on the way back, Kazue asked Dazai who squeezed into the back row beside him again.This guy returned to the banquet an hour before the end of the banquet, and the fool believed that he went to experience the toilet in the first hall in Japan, and the rest of the time was just fishing.

"Well, there is a stupid puppy in the toilet." The other party's tone was brisk, and there was a trace of imperceptible malice.

Yizhi rolled his eyes, and didn't want to pay attention to the liar who uttered foxy words.

"Huh? Why is there a lip mark on the back of Miss's hand?" A hairy head suddenly approached, and Dazai raised her hand to look carefully at the light.

Yizhi lowered his head, and found that there was indeed a light lip mark on the back of his right hand, which was not very obvious, and he would not notice it unless he looked carefully.

It should be the imprint left by the man who kissed her hand when he invited her to dance.

It is said that it is popular for men to wear some lipstick these days?

Thinking of this, Yizhi's complexion was a little ugly, and he couldn't make up any reason for a while.

The strange thing is, seeing that she didn't answer, Dazai didn't press the question, but just took out a pure white handkerchief from his pocket.

With this handkerchief, the black-brown haired boy lightly cupped Yizhi's right hand with his left hand, and the former held the folded handkerchief in his right hand and slowly and patiently rubbed the lip marks on the back of the girl's hand.

The cabin was very quiet, except for the rustling of cloth against skin.

The boy in front of him lowered his head, and a few witty strands of hair rubbed back and forth on Yizhi's wrist with his movements, and the itching feeling was enlarged to the extreme.

His cheeks were flushed, and he felt a little uncomfortable.She looked down at her right wrist, there were a few obvious red marks there, which were made by the black-haired man before.

[Why isn't Dazai surprised by these conspicuous red marks?Instead, pay attention to that fuzzy lip print. ]

The boy's slightly strange reaction, as if he knew everything, deepened Yizhi's suspicion against him during this period of time. After thinking for a moment, she still spoke,

"Why do you know everything about me so clearly?"

"And the timing is so accurate every time?"

"Did you put a monitor on me?"

A series of questions were thrown at the young man in an instant, and he kept moving his hands, even gently rubbing the girl's slender and soft fingers with the other side of the handkerchief.

"I care about Miss very much, so of course I want to do everything possible to understand your affairs." He raised his iris-colored eyes and looked at Yizhi from bottom to top,

"The exact timing is really due to coincidence and fate." His tone was unprecedentedly sincere,

"I won't install a monitor for Miss. I believe you have searched for it too, right? There is none at all."

The other party had a sincere expression and a serious tone, and following the movements of the boy's hands, Yizhi felt his fingers caressing his knuckles inch by inch through the thin fabric, with infinite heat and itching.

Feeling dizzy and confused, Zhizhi nodded and believed the other party.It's just that she didn't notice that the boy cast a vague glance at the golden hairpin on top of her head.

The golden branch-shaped clip is a gift from Dazai during the New Year, but it can be used for daily or evening parties. Yizhi likes it so much that he carries it almost every day.

After a while, the boy gracefully retracted the handkerchief, looked at the girl's red hand with no lip marks, smiled in satisfaction, and then said suddenly,

"Actually, you're wrong. I prefer the Italian chandelier style."

Yizhi Duxiu:? ? ?

Sao is still you.

Sighing, the girl looked up at him,

"Happy birthday, Dazai."