Chapter 887 Does not saying it out loud mean it's not bullying?
Kuno Naya sighed, then suddenly remembered something, turned her head and looked at Kita Ayane beside her with a half-moon eye expression, and raised her hand to pat his shoulder lightly.
The latter, who was touching the Braille in the book, looked at her with a puzzled expression: "?"
Kuno Naya squeezed his shoulder: ...This should be your own business, why am I the one doing it?
Noticing her silence, Kita Ayane paused, then turned to 'look' at Number 311 and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where he is?"
His attitude suggested that he didn't care about the matter at all.
But after spending a month together, everyone realized that this was just his personality, so they mostly focused their attention on number 311.
Upon hearing his question, Number 311 thought for a moment, then shook his head and replied, "I don't know. You can ask Mr. Hoshino."
Everyone: "......"
If they could get the answer by asking directly, they probably wouldn't be waiting here obediently.
But Number 311, who was clueless or rather, completely unable to comprehend the atmosphere, gave them an innocent smile after noticing their gaze.
His sweet and innocent smile makes it impossible to be annoyed with him.
Of course, this does not include those who harbor ill will towards him.
While the Red Team members (interspersed with Gray Team members) were chatting with 311, the Black Team members finally arrived at the harbor and were preparing to board the Tilles ship.
Dressed in champagne white, Petrancy mingled among Gin and the others, who were dressed in black.
He looked up at the red ship, curled his lip slightly in disdain, and turned to look at the group of people who had all disguised themselves to some extent.
"Walk?"
"Let's go."
With one hand in his pocket, Gin responded and immediately lifted Bertrand onto the ship.
Seeker walked beside them, clicking his tongue repeatedly as he looked the ship over.
Vodka followed behind them.
Because Seeker had the invitation that was meant for Vermouth, he didn't fill in his own code name when registering; instead, he used Vermouth's.
After registration, Hoshino Tsukasa led them to the lounge.
On the way, Bertrand looked at him curiously, then leaned closer and asked with an innocent look, "Hey, big brother, what about the others who received invitations? Have they come? Where are they? Can you tell me?"
Hoshino Tsukasa glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a composed, professional smirk. "Yes, most of the guests have already arrived. The guests you're looking for should be those in lounge number 3, right?"
Upon hearing this, Bertrand raised an eyebrow, his eyes darted around, and his smile gradually became sly.
It's obvious to anyone that he's planning to do something bad.
Hoshino Tsukasa led them to the entrance of lounge number 5.
After glancing at lounge number 3 ahead, Bertrand said something to Gin and the others and then ran over there.
So, not long after Number 311 said "Ask Mr. Hoshino," there was a knock on the door.
Everyone turned to look, and before they could guess who was outside the door, Number 311 jumped up, ran to open the door with a smile.
Then he bumped right into Bertrand at the door.
When Bertrand saw him, he was surprised for a moment, then frowned deeply, and after a moment he realized what was happening, followed by disgust.
He didn't hide his emotions; they were all genuinely displayed on his face.
Therefore, everyone in the room could clearly see the change in his expression.
They weren't particularly surprised by this, except for Ran Mouri.
When she saw Bertrand, she was slightly surprised, not expecting him to be there. Then, when she saw the disgust he showed towards Number 311, the cute and innocent filter she had of Kurosawa suddenly shattered.
Xiao Ye's true personality... seems to be different from what she has always seen.
When they suddenly noticed something was wrong, and upon careful reflection, they discovered that there had been clues to this unease all along, but they had simply not noticed them, or rather, had not paid attention to them.
Everyone looked at Bertrand again, while Bertrand was sizing up number 311 with obvious disdain in his eyes.
The latter looked at him blankly, then gave him a smile.
Bertrand's gaze paused, then he frowned, pursed his lips in disdain, and said, "That smile is so ugly."
Number 311 blinked, seemingly oblivious to his disapproval. After a few seconds of serious thought, he nodded with a smug look on his face. "You mean I shouldn't laugh? Okay."
After saying that, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, but he still looked at him with a blank expression.
Seeing his dazed look, Bertrand's already standing-up ahoge stood even straighter, forming an exclamation mark.
He immediately became more interested, his eyes widened, and a smile appeared on his face as he moved closer to number 311.
He spoke to him in a teasing tone, tinged with a hint of malice:
"Oh, you can cry?"
"Cry?" 311 paused in confusion. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Then, tears suddenly welled up in his reddened eyes.
Seeing his tearful face, Bertrand's eyes darkened slightly, but he quickly recovered. He spread his hands and sighed deeply, his spirits dampened. But he still pointed to the kettle on the counter next to him and said, "Go and pour me a glass of 61°C water."
"Okay." 311 nodded, wiped away her tears, and ran over like a happy little penguin.
Everyone frowned, their gazes towards Bertrand being reproachful. "Did you come here just to bully him?"
Bertrand pouted innocently and replied dismissively, "I didn't. How did I bully him? Did he run to you and complain that I bullied him? I didn't see that."
They were speechless at these words and looked at No. 311, who was completely unaware and still happily boiling water.
Seeing their speechless expressions, Bertrand smiled smugly.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the gurgling of the water as its temperature gradually rose.
"Do you think that just because the person involved didn't say they were being bullied, it doesn't count as bullying?"
A warm, gentle voice rang out, flowing like a gentle stream, and even in the quiet room, it didn't feel out of place.
Bertrand's smile faded slightly, but it instantly brightened again when he realized it was Qianzhu who had spoken.
Qianzhu sat on a single sofa some distance from the door, leaning against the corner of the sofa, looking down at his phone. His face was obscured by his cascading black hair, making it impossible to see his expression.
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