Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Celery is good for your health, please don’t pick on it…
Meeting that cold and mocking gaze, Zhu Fujingguang turned his gaze away without changing his expression, as if it was just an unintentional glance.
"Is there a standard for favorability? How do you convert emotions into numerical values?" Zhu Fujingguang asked 1207, as if he didn't notice the dull pain in his heart.
The system stated that the specific evaluation criteria were set by the central system, and it did not know them. "And the change in favorability comes from the moment of emotional fluctuation."
That is to say, there may be delays. For example, Bourbon has already developed a dislike for Scotland, but this negative emotion only emerges and is captured and analyzed by the system the moment he sees Scotland.
Zhu Fu Jingguang seemed to be thinking about something.
Lei took them around most of the city, and on the way, he asked Zhu Fujingguang to buy a few days' worth of food at an imported supermarket before returning to their safe house.
After Zhu Fujingguang threw the ingredients onto the cooking table, he went back to his room like the other two.
After changing into a clean set of clothes and disassembling the sniper rifle and putting it back into the box, the cat-eyed young man began to thoroughly check his room.
I found half a box of grape oolong tea bags on the table, which was probably the source of the smell that had been lingering in the room.
Three powerful inhibitors within their validity period and a stack of daily barrier patches in the drawer's interlayer were found.
Zhu Fujingguang touched the place on the back of his neck that was said to be the gland, and as expected, he felt the same round shape.
He remembered the popular science knowledge that 1207 had given him, picked up the calendar card at the bottom, looked through it and calculated that the next estrus period would be in half a month.
There were very few things in Scotland's room, even fewer than in Zhu Fujingguang's safe house at the time. It was almost impossible to tell the man's daily life trajectory, so he finished the search quickly without any surveillance or listening equipment.
After all, if he really found something, the only suspects would be the other two residents of this safe house.
"Ahem, even though we started off badly, this is a matter of life and death. You don't want to give up easily, right?" 1207 cautiously popped his head out.
Zhu Fujingguang paused for two seconds before answering: "Of course not."
1207 breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good. Then let's make a step-by-step plan. Look, if we want to proceed steadily, now that you're all living under the same roof and often go on missions together, it's very likely you'll develop feelings for each other over time! And you're a good cook, too. Just feed him more, and don't feed him that disgusting celery like Lei said!"
Zhu Fujingguang smiled, his cat eyes sparkling under the light: "No, Zero likes celery, very much."
1207's endless stream of theoretical discussions came to a halt. "Huh? Then why does he always look gloomy when he eats celery sandwiches?"
If it was the Rei Furuya from the original world, Morobushi Kagemitsu could answer with certainty that it was Zero who did it to avoid suspicion and not let Lei see that Scotland favored him.
But this bourbon now...
He recalled what Ley had said about Scotland's tolerance for Bourbon—although the objectivity of this statement was questionable given Ley and Bourbon's relationship. He also recalled how Bourbon's favorability had plummeted when they met this time, and how he had given him that predictable, cold look on the way back.
Zhu Fujingguang's pupils shrank slightly, and these details finally came together into a conclusion in his mind.
Scotland loves bourbon.
Or rather, Bourbon thought Scotland liked him.
Judging from 1207's enthusiasm for the strategy mission, if it knew that Scotland had had an emotional dispute with Bourbon, it would definitely tell him.
So, either 1207 didn't see this happening.
Or maybe Bourbon just found out, but for some reason, he doesn't intend to completely break up with her for the time being.
When ordinary people find out that someone likes them, they will not burst out with such strong negative emotions unless the other person has done something to make them unhappy in the past.
According to Zhu Fujingguang's observations after coming here, Scotland should be a person with a very simple daily life. Unlike him, he doesn't even have to work hard to provide organizational intelligence to the public security and be vigilant about the exposure of his undercover identity because of his undercover identity.
From Ley's words, we can also know that at least Ley did not find any emotional turmoil between Bourbon and Scotland. Therefore, it can be inferred that Scotland did not do anything extraordinary because of this, and may not even have made any obvious expression.
Under such circumstances, the fact that it can still cause such great negative emotions in Bourbon can only mean one thing.
Scotland's position is completely opposite to his.
As an undercover public security agent, it is understandable that Rei Furuya would feel disgusted when he finds that he is liked by a code-named member of an organization with a lot of evil deeds.
The smile on his face was no longer so pure: "The difficulty of this task continues to increase."
He was disappointed that Rei Furuya and he had the opposite stance, but he was also glad that Rei Furuya and he had the opposite stance.
1207: “?”
Zhu Fujingguang briefly answered 1207's questions and walked out of the room.
As soon as I left the room, the striking blonde hair caught my eye.
The cat-eyed young man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head slightly and gave the other person a gentle smile.
Bourbon, who was looking through the ingredients, suddenly seemed to be burned by something and quickly withdrew his hand.
Zhu Fujingguang took out the typing phone and said, "Bourbon, do you want to try cooking? I can teach you."
"No need." The blond, dark-skinned young man raised his chin slightly and pointed to a green vegetable in the bag of ingredients. "I don't like this. Don't put it in."
If Scotland really subconsciously gave in and tolerated Bourbon as Ley said, then the intelligence expert who was eager to climb up the ladder would not let go of anything he could use.
Even the emotions of criminals.
Therefore, if Zhu Fushimizu does not want to be at a disadvantage in his dealings with Bourbon, he cannot let the other party always take the initiative.
He signed in sign language: Celery is good for your health, please don't be picky about it.
Bourbon raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Even intelligence experts aren't omnipotent enough to understand sign language."
The attempt failed.
But the young man with cat eyes did not say it again on the phone. Instead, he turned around and started to process the ingredients directly, telling Bourbon with his own actions, "If you are picky about food, you can choose not to eat it."
After a brief silence, Bourbon turned and walked out of the kitchen.
But at the same time, a pair of eyes were cast on the back of Zhu Fujingguang who started cooking.
He turned around and found Lei looking at him with a blank expression but a relieved look in his eyes.
Zhu Fujingguang: "..." What exactly went wrong with Lei in this world?
The final dinner consisted of goulash with potatoes, grilled fish, mushroom rice, and a cream stew with a lethal dose of celery.
Bourbon looked at the cream stew in front of him with a blank expression.
Lei looked at the beef and potatoes in front of him and ate with relish.
Only the intelligence expert himself knows whether he really resists this cream stew, but the straightforwardness of some people will make him unhappy.
So an argument at the dinner table was about to break out.
Of course, it was mainly Bourbon who was blaming him. Rye refuted him indifferently with drooping eyelids. His movements seemed insignificant, but in fact he quickly finished off the potato stew.
Just as a certain blond youth was about to use his strength to make the cream stew go all over Lei's face, a song that was well-known in Japan reached their ears.
"西焼小焼の/红とんぼnegative(お)われて见たのは/いつの日か..."
The famous nursery rhyme "Red Dragonfly".
Lei's chopsticks that were about to attack the grilled fish and Bourbon's spoon that was about to pry open the cream stew both paused and looked at the source of the singing - Scotland's cell phone.
The smile on the cat-eyed young man's face was so calm and gentle that it was almost ethereal, with a bit of the beautiful mental state of a kindergarten teacher facing a heavyweight naughty child.
After noticing the two gazes cast upon him, Zhu Fu Jingguang pressed the pause button on the music player and switched it to the voice play button: "Don't waste food."
Bourbon made a "tsk" sound, and the spoon that was about to ruin the cream stew began to scoop celery into his own bowl.
1207's voice suddenly rang out cheerfully: "Furugaya Rei's favorability +5!"
It sighed happily, "So he really does like celery, not hate it! Hope is just around the corner, dear host!"
"Just call me Jingguang."
Lei touched his nose and said, "Beef stew with potatoes is delicious."
He paused again, a hint of hope in his eyes. "Will there be Yorkshire pudding for supper tonight?"
Zhu Fujingguang continued to maintain his previous smile and shook his head.
It seems Scotland is still too good to you.
As a cook, it was naturally not Zhu Fujingguang's turn to clean up after the meal.
He returned to his room, put on a random blue hoodie from the wardrobe, took his cell phone and pistol, and simply went out.
Bourbon, who was scrubbing dishes in the sink, looked back at him.
At this time, night had just fallen and the lights were just coming on, which was actually not suitable for some activities in the inner world.
Zhu Fujingguang stood in front of the closed door of an underground bar. After ringing the doorbell five times, a yellow-haired young man yawned and opened the door.
He looked grumpy, and before he could lash out at Zhu Fu Jingguang, he heard a robotic voice on his cell phone ring out in the empty underground alley: "Give me a cup of hot milk, full of sugar."
The yellow-haired young man's expression looked even worse: "Psycho, rejecting minors!"
He was about to turn around and leave when he heard another sentence coming from behind: "Add three more boxes of sugar cubes."
As he followed the yellow-haired young man inside, Zhu Fujingguang thought of the word "minor" and touched his chin in confusion. He was even more puzzled to find that his chin was very smooth.
Where's his precious stubble?
Where is the precious stubble that he had worked so hard to grow for so long?
While thinking absentmindedly, he turned into the corridor he was familiar with.
As a result, I saw two familiar figures walking towards the other end of the corridor, and heard even more familiar voices.
"Xiao Zhenping, there is definitely something you want here~"
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