Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Cunning Zero

Olga believes that whether it is through playing cards or chess, a person's character can be seen in some aspects, and things expressed subconsciously are difficult to conceal.

What kind of person is Rei Furuya?

On the surface, he appears cheerful and sunny, with the youthful vigor and ambition typical of young people. But in reality, he is cunning, treacherous, and arrogant.

"Checkmate." After playing who knows how many games of chess today, Olga threw the chess pieces in her hand onto the table and leaned back in her chair.

Furuya Rei tidied up the messy chessboard and asked, "Still want to play?"

"No more playing, no more playing." Olga shook her head in boredom.

Olga had intended to test Rei Furuya with a game of chess, and Rei had naturally guessed her intentions. Thus, today's countless chess games had become a series of tests and secrets between the two. By the end of the day, even Olga was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Upon hearing this, Fūya Rei put away the chess pieces and chessboard, then looked at his phone. It was already seven o'clock in the evening.

"What do you want to eat? I'll go buy some groceries." He stood up from his chair.

Olga yawned loudly and said in a weak voice, "...Whatever."

Furiya Rei said with some amusement, "Will you get tired after winning all day?"

Olga rolled her eyes at him. "Because winning is tiring, I've been doing math problems all day."

Whether playing cards or chess, the essence is calculable.

Moreover, this guy, Fūya Rei, is very cunning. He hides his weaknesses but is also very clever.

Furiya Rei didn't say anything more, changed his clothes and went out.

Olga was the only one left in the room. She stood up and looked out the window at the bustling night view of Tokyo, with the flickering colorful lights in her eyes.

"Zero...huh?" Olga pressed her hand against the window. In her field of vision, Furuya Rei had already appeared on the road below the apartment building.

When Rei Furuya disappeared from view, Olga sighed softly and slumped back into the recliner. She placed her arm over her forehead, suddenly recalling some distant memories.

*

It's the sound of waves.

The sea.

Mixed with salty and humid sea breeze.

There seemed to be a lot of people around.

Olga walked aimlessly on the sun-baked beach, unable to make out the noisy voices around her.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone.

"Ah, are you okay?" A concerned voice.

"Alsace."

Olga turned around, but even with her head raised, she could only see the white neck and clear jawline of the person behind her.

"Ah~ Isn't this Sharon?" Another unfamiliar, lively female voice came.

The person behind him never paid attention to Olga from beginning to end.

"I'm accompanying a friend's child to the beach." She answered naturally and casually.

Olga had an urge to ask the person behind her who this "friend" of hers was.

Yet, Olga's actions seemed to be detached from her consciousness. Blinking again, all that remained was the sunset and the beach. The blood-red sunset shone on the sea, accompanied by the sound of the rippling waves, as if to turn her heart into a lonely, empty void.

Olga woke up from her dream, but the feeling of emptiness lingered in her for a long time and refused to go away.

She placed her hand on her chest, and soon felt the powerful beating in her palm.

Olga felt her heartbeat and tried to dispel this strange, inexplicable feeling of loneliness, as she had every time before.

She threw back the quilt, got off the sofa, walked to the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain.

The sun has risen, the sky is gradually brightening, and the pink clouds are glowing with golden light.

*

"Eh? You said you wanted to go to the beach today?"

When Rei Furuya was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, Olga followed him.

When Fūya Ling turned around, he saw the child leaning against the kitchen door with his arms folded, his eyes lowered and a deep look on his face.

"As for Tokyo..." Without asking why, Rei Furuya started thinking about the nearby beaches. "If I want to go to the beach, Kanagawa is definitely better."

"Hmm." Olga's voice sounded muffled and a little hoarse, and she looked completely listless.

Olga didn't come back to her senses until the back of a slightly cold hand touched her forehead.

That hand belonged to Rei Furuya. He placed one hand on Olga's forehead and the other on his own.

"Well, I don't think I have a fever."

Olga's facial muscles moved, but she didn't know what expression to put on. She just stared at Furuya Rei without saying a word.

"To be on the safe side, we should use a thermometer to measure it again." As he said that, Fūya Ling let go of his hand and went to the living room to find a thermometer.

Olga didn't know what she was thinking. She suddenly grabbed his wrist, and then suddenly let go when he looked at her.

"You're not really catching a cold, are you?"

Fūya Rei squatted down and wanted to check Olga's forehead temperature again, but she slapped his hand away.

"My brain is fine for now." Olga said this hurriedly, and no one knew to whom she was talking.

She turned and left the kitchen anxiously: "By the way, no blueberry jam on your breakfast sandwiches. I hate blueberries."

Olga didn't like anything, but she hated a lot of things.

Fūya Rei stared at the direction Olga left in a daze. After a while, he withdrew his hand which was still frozen in the air, stood up and walked to the stove.

The phone vibrated again. Rei Furuya looked at the screen, where a new text message appeared.

He paused for a moment, then began to prepare breakfast as if nothing had happened, except for the bottle of blueberry jam that was thrown into the trash can.

*

Olga sat in the back seat of the car, supporting her head with one hand and looking out the window, watching the scenery rapidly receding and the clouds leisurely floating across the sky.

She felt like her brain must be broken...

No, it's because this guy named Zero is so good at disguising himself. That must be it!

She approached Rei Furuya because she happened to meet someone she was interested in. And Rei Furuya obviously approached her with some purpose, even if it wasn't that way at first.

If I lose in this kind of interaction, which is what I am best at...

Olga smacked her head vigorously. As expected, acting gets boring after a while, so she probably wants to take a break every now and then.

Olga decided that she was no longer interested in Rei Furuya.

"What happened?" Rei Furuya obviously observed Olga's movements through the rearview mirror.

As if he had noticed something unusual in Olga's attitude, Furiya Rei kept the tone of his questions at a good distance, neither too intimate nor too distant, just like a casual greeting between ordinary friends.

"fine……"

Olga answered sullenly and then stopped talking, seeming to be concentrating on watching the clouds outside the window.

*

Rei Furuya drove very smoothly, at least this time.

About an hour later, the two drove from downtown Tokyo to the Shonan Coast in Kanagawa.

The location was chosen by Furuya Rei.

Maybe because it was a weekday, or maybe because Rei Furuya specifically chose a place with few people, there were not many people on the beach.

When Rei Furuya went to park the car, Olga got out first and walked to the beach.

Even in summer, the breeze at the beach was as cool as Olga remembered it, carrying the unique salty and humid smell of the sea.

She took a few steps toward the beach, and the waves that kept hitting the beach and then receding stopped right in front of the toes of her shoes at their highest point.

The weather in Kanagawa is a bit gloomy today. The blue sky and white clouds in Tokyo city turn into dark gray clouds here, as if they are going to cover the earth directly, making it hard to breathe.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon and sunset was approaching.

Olga turned her head, and the sea breeze blew her loose hair up. She felt that she must look like a madman.

Through the hair blocking her eyes, Olga saw Toru Amuro walking towards her, and - the black Porsche parked in the distance.

Olga had good eyesight and she would never mistake the model of the car - a Porsche 356A.

"It might rain soon." said Rei Furuya.

Olga brushed back her tangled hair. She said, with a touch of willfulness, "But I want to watch the sunset."

How can human ideas change the laws of nature?

But Jiang Gu Ling looked up at the sky for a while, then said, "You can see it."

His voice was so firm that Olga couldn't help but turn her head and stare at him for a long moment.

*

After an unknown amount of time, the sky was dyed a fiery red, and even the sea was coated with a layer of golden red. Against the backdrop of the crimson glow, the sun, like a burning flame, slowly fell into the sea.

The whole world seemed to be reduced to only black and red. Olga squinted her eyes and looked at Mount Fuji in the distance, which was only a black silhouette.

"So you can even read the weather by looking at the clouds."

Fūya Rei smiled and said, "I've learned a little bit."

Olga fell silent again.

After a while, Olga suddenly said, "I'm hungry. I want to eat barbecue."

Furiya Rei looked at Olga in surprise, but she just stared at the sea quietly, her emerald eyes dyed crimson by the sunset.

After a slight hesitation, Furuya Rei stood up and said, "There is indeed a barbecue restaurant nearby, about a ten-minute drive away—"

"Then go buy it for me." Olga interrupted him.

*

After Furuya Rei left, Olga stood up from the beach, slowly brushed off the sand on her clothes, and walked forward aimlessly with her head down.

She felt something strange inside, but couldn't put her finger on it. It was a feeling... something she had never experienced before.

A black piece of clothing suddenly appeared in her field of vision. Olga looked up and saw Gin as expected.

"Good evening." She greeted him listlessly, without giving any other reaction to Gin's cold face and the wooden stick against her forehead.

"Arthas." Gin's voice was as low as ever, like the blurry black horizon after the sunset. "It took us a lot of effort to find you."

"Ah—really?" Olga looked at him with drooping eyelids. "I obviously have a disguise. Could it be that—"