Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Conservative Zero
"Wow! It's creamy pasta!" Olga jumped onto the chair, and the rich aroma of cream kept pouring into her nose.
"Go change your clothes first." Amuro Toru reluctantly moved the plate away before the pasta fell into Olga's clutches, and then began to place the tableware on the table.
"But I'm wearing a towel."
As she said this, Olga was about to reach for the fork.
Amuro Toru took the fork with one hand, raised it to a height that Olga couldn't reach, and touched her slightly wet hair with the other hand: "Be good and change your clothes first."
"But I'm wearing a bath towel!" Olga emphasized again dissatisfiedly.
“Bath towels are different from clothes.” Even if this bath towel is designed like a slip dress.
Toru Amuro turned around first and walked towards the second floor.
"What's the difference?" Olga puffed her cheeks as she followed Amuro Toru up the stairs. She lowered her head and tugged at the towel. "I'm not running around naked. The towel covers everything that clothes should cover."
Toru Amuro: "..."
Amuro Toru tried to reason with him: "Just like you wouldn't go out wearing a bath towel—"
Olga said in a surprised tone, "That's because there are always some people who think that bath towels are different from clothes. I didn't expect Lingling to be such a narrow-minded person!"
Toru Amuro: "..."
Olga jumped up the stairs one step at a time and made a face at Amuro Toru from behind: "When I grow up, I will still go out in a bikini!"
Toru Amuro: "..."
There are indeed many people who dress like this. Every time Amuro Toru takes Olga to go hiking or to an amusement park, you can see a few of them. But imagine Olga...
Amuro Toru decided to give up on reasoning. He pushed open the door of Olga's room and changed his strategy: "The bath towel is a little damp now, and it's uncomfortable to wear."
Olga seemed to have finally accepted what Amuro Toru said.
Amuro Toru opened the wardrobe, picked out a set of home clothes and handed it to Olga: "How about this one?"
Olga looked down at the fluffy pink home clothes in her hands and shrugged: "Anything is fine."
Toru Amuro has always had a good aesthetic sense, and almost all of Olga's clothes now are selected and designed by him.
Toru Amuro rubbed Olga's head again, then closed the door and left the room.
Olga curled her lips, changed into her home clothes, threw the bath towel on the ground, opened the door and ran to the restaurant, like a cat that quickly escaped the scene after knocking over a cup of water.
Amuro Toru looked into the room - as expected.
He shook his head in frustration and amusement, picked up the towel from the floor and put it in the laundry basket.
*
After dinner, Olga stretched out on the sofa like a seal coming ashore, patting her belly and thinking about life.
After Amuro Toru put all the dishes into the dishwasher, he saw Olga still messing around on the sofa and couldn't help but remind her, "Hurry up and do your homework."
"No." Olga's voice was very drifting, as if she was sleepwalking. "I'm so tired. I'll do my homework later..."
Toru Amuro: "..."
"Then go practice for a while and let the piano rest." Amuro Toru said as he had already helped Olga apply rosin to the bow.
Olga: “…”
Olga stared at Amuro Toru, whose movements were becoming more and more skillful, with resentment: "No matter how many times I try, it still seems incredible that you actually treat studying as a break."
Olga still remembered that when she was in Japan last time, Toru Amuro once told her: If you are tired of playing games, go and memorize words and take a break.
Olga didn't understand, but she was shocked.
"Hurry up, it will disturb others if you practice the piano any later." Seeing that Olga had just changed her lying position on the sofa for a long time, Amuro Toru reached out and picked her up, then stuffed the piano and bow into her hands.
Olga, who was dragged to the music stand, said: "..."
Although she couldn't resist, there was one thing Olga had to correct: "How can listening to me practice the piano be considered disturbing?"
Although the houses here were all made of wood and the sound insulation was really mediocre, Olga felt that her piano skills were not enough to disturb others, but at least they were pleasant to the ears and lingering.
"In the middle of the night, even the most beautiful piano music will disturb others." What's more, the sound of the violin is so penetrating.
Amuro Toru helped Olga turn to the page of the music sheet she was going to practice: "Come on, Olya."
Olga pursed her lips and reluctantly picked up the violin to start practicing today.
*
Olga is now in 12th grade, her last year of high school, and she has to start preparing for college applications.
Olga didn't have any dream school in mind. No matter where she graduated from, she would eventually be an employee of the organization. Even if her grades were poor, as long as she wanted, the organization would find a way to send her to a famous university.
Of course, Olga's grades are still very good, although she definitely can't beat the "other people's child" Shiho Miyano whom she has never met.
But Toru Amuro doesn't think so.
Olga always felt that Toru Amuro was much more nervous than she was about her going to college. From the beginning of this semester, Toru Amuro took her to research various universities.
When asked what major she wanted to apply for, Olga thought for a moment and said, "I'd like to study music." She remembered a conversation she had had with Toru Amuro before.
Olga didn't have any special love for music, but Toru Amuro seemed to be looking forward to it, so Olga thought, since she had no interest in any major anyway, she might as well choose one that was easiest for her to learn.
As for the organization?
The organization was very laissez-faire with Olga's studies and did not discriminate against art students. So the organization was not a problem.
*
In the early morning, Olga quietly lifted a corner of the curtain and saw Amuro Toru in the small garden behind the house.
The garden has been carefully cared for by Toru Amuro. The red and white camellias are swaying gently in the autumn night breeze, and the golden osmanthus flowers are falling in the wind under the full moon.
Amuro Toru stood there, one hand on the earphones beside his ear, his head slightly raised. His expression looked very gentle in the moonlight.
He was speaking Japanese, and Olga couldn't tell from his lip movements what he was saying to the person on the other end of the phone.
It's like this again.
Olga clutched the curtains tightly, her expression looking uncertain.
She didn't like seeing Toru Amuro talking to others with that expression, even if it was just a phone call.
But she has already encountered this situation several times...
Olga lowered the curtains and turned around in the dark in the seat by the window.
So annoying.
*
In the early morning, after confirming that Olga was asleep, Toru Amuro went to the small garden with his mobile phone.
It's cold in the early morning in New York in October.
Amuro Toru rubbed his arms and felt a little warmer.
He made a phone call, not to report on his mission, but to talk to an old friend.
…
"Yeah, he's a very good kid."
After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Amuro Toru raised his chin slightly and looked at the full moon in the night sky, with a gentle arc at the corner of his mouth: "Yes."
"I hope she can stay away from that organization... Consider this as a little compassion from me."
After all, she is just a child...
At this moment, Toru Amuro still believes that children who are helpless are innocent.
"Well, I will be careful, and you too." Amuro Toru restrained his already imperceptible expression. He raised his hand to catch a small osmanthus flower that fell down. "I look forward to our meeting, Hiro."
*
Olga's life became busy again.
In addition to her daily studies, Olga also has daily woodworking and combat training. She also has to prepare for the SAT exam, prepare her portfolio and application materials, and recently, an international violin competition...
Olga is busy almost every day, but fortunately, Toru Amuro is always by her side to help her, so that she doesn't give up on herself and give up.
Meanwhile, Olga discovered that since her last encounter with robbers on the way home from school, Amuro Toru had been picking her up every day without fail, making Olga curious about how he would handle the mission assigned to him by the organization. In response, Amuro Toru simply patted her head and told her to focus on her studies and not worry about it.
In November, Olga took a leave of absence and flew to Europe to participate in the finals of the violin competition, and Toru Amuro accompanied her along the way.
At the end of the finals, when Olga was announced as the first place, she rarely looked like a child. She excitedly threw herself on Toru Amuro and jumped around holding his arms amid cheers.
"Zero Zero! I won! I'm first! I won!"
Olga, jumping around in her red and green down jacket, looks like a jolly Christmas elf.
Amuro Toru couldn't help but smile. He lifted Olga up and held her high: "Of course our Olya is the best!"
This was not the first time Olga won first place in an international competition, but it was the first time she won with Toru Amuro by her side, and it was also the happiest time for her.
Olga suppressed her nature and pretended to be a good girl in front of Amuro Toru. Over time, she actually had the illusion that she could live a normal life.
"So what's the reward?"
Amuro Toru felt that if Olga had a tail, it would be raised high at this moment.
"Hmm?" Toru Amuro knew that Olga had already made up her mind, so he just tilted his head and waited for Olga to continue.
Sure enough, he immediately heard Olga say, "Let's go to Hawaii for Thanksgiving!"
"Okay." Toru Amuro agreed without even checking his schedule.
If the organization assigned him a task, he would complete it in advance. He didn't want to be a "parent" who was always busy and disappointed his children. Children needed companionship, and the time he spent with Olga was indeed too little.
*
Unfortunately, Olga was unable to go to Hawaii in the end.
After the game, Olga returned to school to continue her studies. But perhaps because finals week was approaching, or perhaps because Thanksgiving was approaching, the students were becoming more restless. For example, at this moment—
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