The Red Wall of the Net King

"Ah la, go ahead." No one taught me how to deal with someone who always sees me as an enemy.

"Can I talk to you?" Yukimura lowered his face slightly, but his smile remained the same.

"What's the matter?" I suddenly felt dangerous.Although the person in front of him smiled harmlessly.

"Can I ask you to let Xue Ying go?" His tone was extremely kind.

"Are you talking about now or in the future?" I also laughed suddenly, but maybe it was because I had acted too much, my smile was always the annoying villain's smile.

Otherwise it's a mocking smile.

"You know what I mean." His smile deepened.

"There is always a price to be paid for entrusting someone to do things." I looked at the proud young man in front of me happily.

"What do you need me to do?" I can understand that this is a kind of cliché?

"What I want, no one can do it for me. What's more, I don't want what others give me." I said proudly.

"She...at least your sister." I suddenly found him very strange.

"Your style has changed a lot, why did you fall in love with Fengji Xueying?" I boldly guessed.

"No, I just had an illness a year ago, and suddenly found out that there are many things, so why bother to obsess over them." His eyes were faintly sad.

"You are not me. If you have experienced everything about me, then you are qualified to persuade me." I suddenly found myself wanting to laugh.

Whether it's people who grew up together, or people who know a little about the truth, or bystanders who don't know the truth, they can easily question me for what they know.

"A year ago, when you lost your memory, I thought you finally let go." He suddenly exposed my scar.

"I thought I could let go of it a year ago, but she...wouldn't let me go even if I lost my memory." It probably reminded me of what that woman did to control my body, an indescribable and inexplicable sadness. hit.

"Why do you always like to push the blame on others?" He is very beautiful, so his smile is also very beautiful.

So - extra annoying.

"Of course I'm at fault, but why do you want to blame me for all the crimes?" I'm afraid that I won't be able to pretend to be innocent all my life, and I'm only fit to play a bad woman.

We're clearly not fit to talk.

"Sooner or later, everyone will know the truth." My shoddy smile slowly widened, and I checked out and left.

"Ah, is it okay for a woman who is not gorgeous?" Atobe saw that I reported to the student union on time, and it was rare for him to be concerned.

"Thanks to you, sir, it will be ready soon." I smiled and used the word "quick", which was extraordinarily precise.

Because my hands always change when I think they are getting better.

"Not gorgeous woman, put away the thorns all over your body, and be careful not to stab yourself." Atobe probably had a lot of free time, but he happily meddled in my business.

"Master, do you know why roses are red?" I was rarely in a good mood, so I dared to chat with my uncle.

"The blood of Cupid?" Atobe loved roses so much, how could he not know the legend about roses.

"That's it. Without thorns, how can roses be so beautiful." I pointed to the large bouquet of roses in the vase, showing an intoxicated expression.

It was the sharp thorns that pierced into the fingers of Venus, which made the roses beautiful red like blood.

"A non-gorgeous woman, are you still a rose?" The uncle used a disgusted expression, as if I had spoiled his favorite flower.

"I like roses very much, because it is the flower that belongs to hell." I actually really like roses.

But everyone likes something for different reasons.

For example, how many girls in the Atobe support team praised roses because they liked them?Mostly because Atobe likes roses.

I lightly caressed the freshly picked roses on the desk of Atobe, with its delicate figure and sharp thorns.

If you are not careful, your fingers can be easily cut.

"Tell me, do you know the taste of love only after being pierced by a rose like this?" I mocked lightly.

The hands were torn apart.

"Well, not gorgeous woman, next time, don't get hurt in front of my uncle."

The tone is still raised, the tone is still commanding, and it still looks like a respectful obedience.

"Why?" But it seemed that he couldn't promise something that he couldn't do. It seemed that... a person who was used to lying suddenly didn't want to lie in front of a certain person.

"Do you dare to question my words?" The boy carrying the first aid kit suddenly and deftly took out a small band-aid.He pulled it over my hand, circled it around, and fixed it.

"The packaging is very artistic." My voice is hoarse.

"Well, I've never seen a woman who is more stupid than you." The uncle looked disgusted.

But I know he doesn't really hate it.

Being watched by such eyes since I was a child, I seem to know very well which people really hate you.

However, which people are actually concerned.

"Thank you, sir, for your compliment." I smiled modestly.

"Didn't I allow you to call me by my name?" Atobe seemed very disgusted by the way I called him by my uncle.

"So how about Xiaojing?" I smiled maliciously.It suddenly occurred to me that a boy named Fuji in Aigaku always likes to call Atobe that way.

"Atobe, or Jingwu, whatever you want." Unsurprisingly, the uncle's expression was stiff.

Sometimes this boy is like Yushi, looking forward to being complained about?

"These are not as nice as Xiaojing. Otherwise, uncle, don't call me a woman who is not gorgeous, and I won't call you uncle?" I suggested friendlyly.

"You not gorgeous woman, you can call me uncle whatever you want." Obviously, uncle, he doesn't like people threatening him.

Therefore, the title of uncle will occasionally become Xiaojing when I am in a bad mood.

Uncle, he has a lot of air, so I can call him that, but he still calls me a woman who is not gorgeous—as if I am the least gorgeous in the whole world.

How gorgeous am I?