Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Happy graduation, Valentine.
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The boy's tone was like a high school student asking for pocket money from his older brother in college. His tone was intimate, and his well-behaved manner was mixed with a hint of boyish cunning, making him very likable.
Mo Shiyu leaned against the wall, didn't say a word, and smiled with lowered eyebrows.
He stood up, slowly and methodically brushed the blond boy's hair with his thumb, and spoke softly, word by word.
"It seems I wasn't clear enough on the plane. Did I make you think I was good-tempered enough to tolerate you repeatedly disrupting my life without paying the price?"
Mo Shiyu's hand placed on Li Shu's neck as if in a warning, and his skin suddenly felt numb. The fingertips on the crook of his neck were very gentle, but it made him feel as if his lifeblood was being strangled.
Including the time on the plane, Li Shu had rarely experienced being attacked by someone with such blunt words.
Still the same person.
But the other person's voice is cold, yet it always carries a lingering undertone that makes people reluctant to get angry, and even creates a sense of excitement in their hearts.
This means that the other party doesn't care about his family background at all and is not afraid of him taking revenge.
Where does this confidence come from?
Li Shu narrowed her eyes and stared at him, "That's too much. Brother, I came here with the purpose of making amends."
His tail was hidden more tightly than last time, and his expression didn't change at all, still smiling.
"I chose to come on the day of my brother's enrollment because I wanted to treat you to a simple meal. It would be even better if my brother would accept my apology."
Li Shu came with nothing in her hands, as if she really just came to say hello.
But he came to the school specifically, and these gentle words clearly hid other meanings.
Mo Shiyu knew it well, and his eyes suddenly became dark.
No one can stop him from living a peaceful college life.
This kid, whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, dares to threaten him with this.
His heart was cold, but a smile appeared on his face.
Mo Shiyu had her hair tied in a ponytail today, and when she lowered her head, it fell down along her shoulders. The tips of her ears, glistening white, peeked through her smoky gray hair. He whispered, "...Lishu, is that right?"
Li Shu was stunned for a moment, her heart actually trembling a few times at the sound of the voice.
He watched the young man approach, his lips curled, and he said in a voice that wasn't particularly enthusiastic, but not as cold as before, "It's not impossible for us to be friends."
"Did brother agree?"
Li Shu suddenly felt her throat dry and spoke a little slower.
Mo Shiyu nodded lightly, "But not now, let's talk about it tonight."
"sure."
When Mo Shiyu pulled away, Li Shu couldn't help but call out again, "Brother."
Seeing him turn around, Li Shu smiled, revealing a shallow dimple at the corner of her lips, "I really want to be friends with brother. Brother, you believe me."
Mo Shiyu snorted noncommittally, "Really? I'm really looking forward to tonight."
Li Shu responded, seeming very happy. She waved to him with a smile on her face and left briskly like a well-fed puppy.
Watching his leaving back, Mo Shiyu's smile hidden under his hair slowly faded until it disappeared completely, becoming expressionless. Then he turned and walked into the school path.
Mo Shiyu thought that today's accidents were over.
Unexpectedly, when he was buying coffee at school, he met a person he had never expected.
"Koren?" Mo Shiyu said softly.
A foreigner wearing goggles and a baseball cap sits at a coffee table, holding a cup of coffee and sipping it with extreme concentration, worthy of the concentration of a sniper.
When he heard Mo Shiyu's voice, Keren seemed to wake up from a dream. He suddenly raised his head, glanced at him lightly, and nodded to Mo Shiyu.
"Valentine," he said softly.
Mo Shiyu ordered an American coffee and sat across from him. He was really surprised at this moment. "Kelun, why are you here?"
"I just happened to be passing by."
Kelun suddenly took out a small package from under his feet. He didn't look at Mo Shiyu, but lowered his head to stare at the coffee, but handed it to him accurately, "Here you go."
"What's this?"
Kelun spoke with the air of an autistic child. He lowered his head, not looking at Mo Shiyu. "Promotion, gifts."
"Me, Chianti, and Calvados, we bought them together."
Mo Shiyu took it in surprise and opened the package.
A pen.
"Valentine, progress in school, and be happy."
Mo Shiyu looked down at the gift and then at the person in front of him.
He leaned over and hugged the autistic sniper.
Mo Shiyu's voice was very soft. "Thank you, Kelun. And Chianti and Calvados, thank them for me."
Colen nodded silently, drank his coffee meticulously, stood up and left.
He came and left quickly, and Mo Shiyu didn't even have time to get the cup of coffee he ordered.
It seemed like he just came to give a gift and left after that.
***
There was an entrance ceremony in the afternoon. The teacher announced that classes would officially start tomorrow, so Mo Shiyu walked out of the school holding the white doll.
He found that one of the advantages of Japanese universities was that they did not require military training and could start classes directly after enrollment. Mo Shiyu was not afraid of the tiring military training, but the group life could easily attract perverts.
Sorry, it’s not that he’s narcissistic, his character card is just so disappointing.
Passing by the mall where he bought clothes before, Mo Shiyu took a look and suddenly remembered the celebrity boy named Xiaoguo whom he had met before.
Although he was shy at first, after spending some time with her, his mischievous and mischievous nature began to emerge.
Just like his stage name "joker", it is hard to tell his true face.
Last time he didn't have time to watch Xiao Guosang's autograph session, and he didn't know if they would have the chance to meet again. He had to apologize to him sincerely.
Just as he was thinking about this, Mo Shiyu suddenly saw a lonely child on the side of the road. He was sitting on the steps swinging his legs, watching the cars coming and going with boredom, holding a chocolate bar in his hand, chewing it bit by bit.
He had blue hair and blue eyes, his right eye was bandaged, he had changed his clothes, and was wearing a pair of small leather boots that covered his slender calves.
But the clothes are still very thin.
Seeing Mo Shiyu, his legs stopped shaking. Instead, he jumped down the stairs and ran over. He looked up at him and pointed at the doll in his arms. "Hello, brother. This is my doll. I lost it. Can you give it back to me?"
Mo Shiyu: “…”
Why is his world full of people, big and small, calling him brother?
Mo Shiyu had just shared Ma Jia's memory perspective and knew that Ma Jia had followed him here, so was this lab buddy in front of him waiting outside the school until now?
This is too tragic. I have to call him a big fool.
Mo Shiyu suddenly smelled a slight smell of blood on the child.
The estimate was wrong. This kid must have just arrived. I don’t know who he killed just now.
Mo Shiyu handed the doll to him and smiled, "Here. Don't lose it again next time."
The child smiled innocently as he looked up, "Okay, thank you!"
"fine."
The white doll was taken in the hands of the blue-haired child, and when Mo Shiyu turned around, he stretched out his hand towards the main body and made the Erkang hand shape.
Mo Shiyu could only pretend not to see it. Staying with this little friend in disguise was the option that would maximize his benefits.
After walking a few steps, the child behind him suddenly spoke softly.
"I said, you're weird."
Mo Shiyu paused.
The blue-haired child stared at Mo Shiyu's back and slowly tilted his head.
"I didn't show up that night on the hotel rooftop, so it's normal that you didn't recognize me. But the doll did show up that day, but you seem to have completely forgotten it now."
"If you were too scared to notice the doll's appearance, that doesn't make sense either."
"Just now I told you this is my doll, and you handed it to me without a doubt. A normal person would at least ask me where I lost it, to make sure it was indeed me."
"You seem to...know who I am."
After he finished speaking, there was silence for a long time.
A truck suddenly passed by, and a long, sharp horn blew in the distance.
The blue-haired child saw the young man with long ash-gray hair turn his head, revealing a pale chin tip and a hint of smile on his red lips.
"Oh, you're not bad." Mo Shiyu said softly.
"Same here." The blue-haired child named Mukuro curled his lips, "It seems that Fujiwara Kiyoshi was doomed to die that night."
"Don't say that." Mo Shiyu said, "I'm not as good as you."
He smiled. "The most I can do is wait for the target to board the plane and have it crash into the Pacific Ocean and die."
The blue-haired kid suddenly raised an eyebrow.
"Target?"
Mo Shiyu turned around and walked a few steps closer, bent down, his hair hanging down, his pale and beautiful cheeks casually curled up his lips.
"Yes, you helped me complete the mission, I owe you a favor. Feel free to contact me if you need anything."
He pulled a piece of paper from his bag, wrote down a number, and handed it to the child. The blue-haired child hesitated for a moment before taking it. "Are you the killer?"
Mo Shiyu expected the other party to accept. After all, he was a rookie, and it was better to make a friend than an enemy. "My work is quite diverse. It also includes the work of a killer."
"My name is Mukuro." The blue-haired boy blinked his beautiful blue eyes and smiled.
"We are destined to be together. I look forward to meeting you next time, my handsome killer brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared like mist.
The people around turned a blind eye to such an unscientific scene.
Mo Shiyu tapped his chin with his finger.
The vest did a great job.
They had a mutual understanding. Ma Jia knew that Mo Shiyu wanted to make friends with this young illusionist who came out of the laboratory, so he deliberately came to the school to find him.
This illusionist unexpectedly values his companions and will definitely come looking for him.
There was no need for Mo Shiyu to pretend to be innocent in front of the little guy who had already been blackened. He was more inclined to form a friendly and mutually beneficial relationship.
Knowing that he had 25 points of favorability, he easily achieved his goal.
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