Hunter · Petty Citizen and Bandit Leader

If I knew what the old man was thinking, I would absolutely, absolutely lose face and go berserk!What do you mean by 'being suppressed into obedience'! !

But I don't know, so I said tolerantly:

"Forget it, it's the old man anyway..."

When I turned around, instead of looking at the old man exuding a strange aura, my gaze inadvertently swept across the silent other party beside me.

I saw him pressing his elbows on the table, with the back of his hands on the side of his face, looking at me with an indescribably strange feeling.

"What's wrong?" I asked puzzled.

"I just suddenly found that Aze is very gentle." His pupils were dark, and the warmth under the sun seemed to be unable to cover up the dark color.

"Oh~ What are you talking about, sir? It made me blush." ​​I stretched out my hand to cover my flushed cheeks under his gaze, looking like a nympho.

"No matter how gentle I am, I can't compare to Mr.'s addictive gentleness~"

Addiction then seeps into the bone marrow and there is no cure.

"So, there is a difference between the two." He seemed to be talking to me, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Of course, Mr. is very gentle towards others..."

hypocritical!

However, it is indeed addictive, so what should I do?A sudden urge to take a bite.

The eyes are bent, and the smile is as sweet as the corners of the mouth, and the pupils of each other collide.

He smiled, but it was a little different from the previous smile, as if he found something interesting or a little white mouse?

This bad feeling is really bad.

The muscles at the corners of the eyes relaxed, but the curvature of the corners of the mouth was not evened out. This kind of smile seemed to be sneering.

Not far away came the strong voice of the old man, calling me over.

I let go of my hand, and the blush on my face disappeared.

"Then I'll go there first, sir, take your time."

"By the way, I don't know Mr.'s name yet, may I ask?"

I stood up, arranged the chair, and took back the steps I had just taken halfway, and asked over my shoulder.

"Krollo Rushiru." He looked at me and said his name.

"Suoga, then I won't bother you sir."

"how about you?"

the person behind asked.

"...Aze, my name is Aze."

The figure with the girl's back to him froze when he asked this question, a stiffness that hadn't been able to be concealed in the future.

After a slight silence, the answer was so cold and hard.

"Hehe, have you given up already..." He chuckled as if talking to himself, the figure had moved away from his pupils, shrunk and finally disappeared.

Aze, my name is only Aze.

Shenmizawa...is dead.

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I was called by the old man and pulled to the corner.

Inexplicably, he looked around, and his eyes were as weird as those a few minutes ago, with goosebumps.

The old man, who had looked at him enough, smiled like the boss, with his chrysanthemums in full bloom, and asked teasingly, "How do you feel?"

"Huh?" Being suddenly asked such an endless question, I haggled in confusion.

"You girl, I'm serious!" The old man raised his hand and patted me on the head when he heard such a word.

"I'm asking you, how is that black-haired boy?" the old man said, and now I understood.

"He's just a regular visitor to the store..." I explained, before I could finish, the old man interrupted.

"So what about guests? Can't guests have true love?! When will you be more rigid than my old man, Ze!" The old man smashed a bunch of words, and then stared at me with his nose and eyes.

"...No," I looked at the old man with a blank expression, and my ears were filled with the old man's provocative words.

What, my Chinese teacher told me so early in vain, so please don't say such advanced words, I will listen!No!Understand!

There are guests and true love and so on, please stop making trouble!Did you think it was an urban romance novel?What "President Falls in Love with Milk Tea Girl", what "Black-bellied Man Falls in Love with Automatic Artificial Pure Natural Coffee Machine"... Wait, allow me to take a break, I feel like thinking of something unscientific.

"Don't say no! Old man, I just saw you being crazy about that black-haired boy! The old man's eyes are really bright."

Committing, committing a nympho... committing a nympho!Sis, I'm not good at the kind of guy who takes a bite and still has indigestion!I didn't have any expression on my face, but turned the table in my heart to look at the enthusiastic old man and listen to his enthusiastic words.

"That black-haired boy is nice, motivated, gentle, smart and eager to learn. He suits the taste of the old man. A good man like Aze must be caught."

"No, old man, I'm only eighteen, so I have time for my youth..."

"It's because of your youth that you have time to find a boyfriend, you know? You see, old man, I'll do the math for you." The old man interrupted me again, and as he spoke, he stretched out his fingers to make the calculation in front of me. He said while explaining.

"Look, it usually takes one or two years, or two or three years for a relationship to start. If you do the math, you will be 20 by then. If nothing else, it will be four or five years, and then the relationship will deepen. Just get married, how old will you be then? 23 years old! Just right! There is a great time and a great opportunity, girl, you should cherish it!"

"... Your old lady is serious." I really don't know what to say other than this sentence.

"It's not good to be a matchmaker indiscriminately, and it's even worse to be a matchmaker indiscriminately." But I still said this.

"Stinky girl! The old man thinks for you! You can see where you are with such a good young man. It saves time and effort to eat close to the grass! Don't you understand this truth?!" The old man once again hated the iron but not the steel He glared at me angrily.

"Old man, if you like it, you can eat it yourself. Anyway, didn't you say that it suits your eyes?"

"..."

'Snapped! ! ! 'A crisp loud noise sounded from that corner, attracting the attention of others.

Then there was the angry sound of the old man.

"I don't care about you, old man!" Finally, there was the sound of angry footsteps, leaving that corner.

I rubbed the forehead that was slapped viciously, it seems that after I came, the tranquility of the library disappeared, alas~ what a sin.

The old man is really playing along, can't he stand on the opposite side like the boss?

I scratched my hair, sat down on the ground, leaned my back on the bookshelf, raised my head slightly, the back of my head was on the hard book cover, put my hands down to cover my mouth and yawned.

She lowered her eyelids, her amber pupils were slightly sleepy.

After blinking a few times, it finally closed as if it was no match for the drowsiness.

When Kuroro passed by with the book, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl sitting on the ground with her fingers clasped in her belly and eyes closed out of the corner of her eyes.

Kissed by the sunshine outside the window, the girl who had lost her smile was calm like a puppet that people can play with freely.

A lifeless stuffed animal doesn't seem like much fun to play with.

Chrollo covered his mouth and thought about it.

"This world is black..." The girl sitting in the sun suddenly said such a sentence.

Eyes still closed, no movement.

Sleep talk?It doesn't look like it.Kuroro looked at the girl with interest in his eyes.

"Aze." He called the girl with closed eyes by her name.

"Hmm..." There was a low and clear response.

It really wasn't a dream, so why would you say such a thing?

The corners of his lips curled up slightly under the cover, and he took a few steps towards her with the book in his hand, but did not approach her, stopped, and asked in a slow, clear voice like running water, "Ah Ze, how do you see this world. "

"Black and red, there is no white..." It's like talking to yourself, whispering in sleep.

Black, red, no white?What a fun.

Kuroro's smile deepened, and his black pupils stared at the girl who still hadn't opened her eyes, as if the words didn't sound like what she said.

"Why?" he continued.

Why do you think so?Seems like an interesting experience.

"Because...you are too noisy, don't ask weird questions when people are going to sleep." I opened my eyes, and my amber pupils were full of displeasure staring up at Kuroro.

"Ah, that's really rude," he apologized.

The expression of apology is also very sincere.

I glanced at him, twitched the corner of my mouth slightly at his sincerity, and didn't pay attention to his apology. I stretched out my hand, pointed to the floor beside me, and said to him, "Sit."

He glanced at the place where my finger was pointing, but didn't refuse, walked over and sat down.

There was a gap of ten centimeters between the two.

I didn't seem to care too much, so I reached out and groped through the neat row of books on the bookshelf behind me, then pulled out a random book and threw it to him.

He caught it and turned it to the front. The title of the book written on it was "On the Life of Man", a book full of philosophy.

He didn't quite understand, and set his eyes on the girl who closed her eyes again.

When he was puzzled, the girl kindly said: "I almost fell asleep, but you woke me up. Since an apology must be sincere, a bare face and words are not enough."

"So, what does Aze want me to do?" Kuroro held the thrown book and flipped it left and right, but he didn't see any mystery.

"I think your voice is very nice, with a hypnosis book, if you tell me, I will definitely fall asleep."

"..." Although the other party was praising his voice for being nice, it sounded different. He didn't expect his voice to have a hypnotic effect.

"Hurry up ~ black-haired boy." I imitated the old man and called that nickname.

"Well, girl." In return, Kuroro was not polite, and said those two ridiculous words with a smile.

I slightly opened my eyes and glanced at his itchy smiling face