Chapter 185: The fully automatic refrigeration machine makes its grand debut in high-influence situations...
When approaching the white-haired curse master in a kimono, the other party's undisguised gaze on the player becomes more obvious.
His eyes followed the player, completely ignoring the man next to him who had a strong presence.
There was evaluation, scrutiny, and consideration of the object in those eyes.
There is no malicious intent, but it makes it difficult for the person being watched to feel privileged by this special treatment.
They stopped only a few steps away from each other, and someone pinched the back of the player's neck, indicating that this was the nearest safe range.
Even if they are no longer close, it is enough for people to feel the icy aura radiating from the other person from the inside out.
It was like a young man walking out of the ice and snow, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his posture unchanged, his eyes calm as they fell on the player's face, his eyelashes trembling, and his gaze continued down along his chin and neck.
"Tsk, don't look around." Following the warning, the figure that was paying attention was immediately blocked by the man standing next to her.
The obnoxious guy had no self-awareness at all, and was fully aware of his body. He pointed to his chest and said, "If you want to see, you can look here."
"Of course, it's not free." His tone was as frivolous as usual, and there was no expression on his face that could be called a joke.
The white-haired curse master finally turned his attention to another person present, but with just a glance, he said, "Don't try to guess what I'm thinking."
"Really?" He didn't say whether he believed it or not, but hummed vaguely. "I hope you'll have a reason to explain your stalking later."
"Don't think about denying it. I am still very confident in sensing the existence of the curser." Tian Yu Zhufu said to the curser in front of him whose intentions were unknown.
Still refusing to confess, he didn't mind reporting the time and place where he had appeared around them in the past few days to help the other party recall.
It just so happened that he was getting tired of waiting.
The androgynous young man gathered his sleeves. Even though his stalking was revealed, he showed no sign of panic. He calmly looked at the player and explained his reason for doing so: "She has something I care about."
The player points to himself, her?
The other person's attitude was calm, but he could hear something peculiar in his tone. He looked him over with an offensive look and said with an ambiguous sneer, "...boy, not everyone can eat free food."
Senior Cowherd delivered an important speech.
"Your figure must at least meet the standards, otherwise how can you satisfy the sponsor?" He gestured at the young man's thin figure with his hands, unable to tell whether his expression was more of mockery or feigned sympathy.
The player's gaze slowly shifted from the other person's delicate facial features, which seemed to be carved out of ice, to the tall and straight figure under the kimono, which looked like a green pine.
In fact, I feel like I can eat it.
The hand on the collar suggestedly pressed the small patch of skin on the back of the neck. The player shrank his neck, and the thoughts in his mind were immediately interrupted.
The player turned his head and only saw the man's smooth jawline. He seemed not to notice the player's movements, and his hands rubbed soothingly from time to time until the player felt his skin starting to heat up.
The sorcerer, whose whole body was enveloped by an icy aura, showed no reaction to the provocative tone in the conversation. He was like a jade statue of Bodhisattva, sitting silently above.
The player unreasonably assumed that if no one else disturbed him, he would have stood there as before.
When the player and Shen'er leave, the other party unexpectedly follows.
"What's this?" The cowherd, who seemed to be the most knowledgeable among them, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and look at the strange team formation. "A threesome?"
"Hmm... Although I haven't experienced it, I don't mind." He seemed to be thinking about something.
Is this what being an adult is like?
He could actually say something so morally corrupting with such composure and naturalness, the player thought with admiration.
"What are you daydreaming about?" The man, who had been staring at the player with strange eyes for what seemed like an endless amount of time and had no concept of gentleness, noticed the player was still holding the cup and urged him, "If you don't drink it now, it will turn into a hot drink in the sun."
The player stared blankly at the crooked tip of the ice cream inside: "Ah, it's melted.
Due to the weather, the milkshake I had stuffed into my hand not long ago is now showing signs of dissolving slightly.
"...Tsk." Unable to bear seeing this dejected look, he didn't think there was anything wrong with reaching out, ready to help the player finish it off, "Give it to me, I'll buy a new one later."
My appetite is always good, and my stomach is like a kitchen waste bin with no capacity.
The curse master, who had been silent all this time, took a step forward and stretched out his hand hidden in his kimono sleeves. Frost climbed up the wall of the cup along his fingers, and the burst of cold air made the player shudder.
"Thank you?" The player uttered in surprise, still not recovering from the sudden show of goodwill... just treat it as a gesture of goodwill.
After doing this, he calmly withdrew his hand, without making any more sudden movements to arouse the vigilance of the warlock killer beside him.
"Rime," he said.
Is it a name?
The sorcerer, who acts decisively and inaccessibly, reveals his name, but the player still doesn't feel any closer.
What the player feels throughout the whole process is more like they are watching other beings through the player.
so……
"Want to add me on LINE?" the player raised his phone to him.
Otherwise, I have no idea how to contact the curse master.
Li Mei tilted her head to one side, and her short hair tilted in an arc, without moving.
Just when the players were about to give up, they finally heard his voice again.
"Since... I'll leave it with you temporarily." He deliberately blurred some of the sentences, but it was not difficult to infer from the context that the other party should have made some kind of decision.
Li Mei lowered his eyes and looked at the phone that the player held in front of him, then took a step back as a gesture of rejection.
"After you leave the technical college, you can meet me anytime." He said this to the players at the end.
The Warlock Killer, who was leaning against the wall and listening to the conversation between the two, spoke bluntly with the acumen bestowed by his profession: "He's a difficult and dangerous person."
"I guess it's because of the recent rumors about Ryomen Sukuna." As he said this, the player could see a look of worry on his face.
"What's wrong?" Even when the players looked over, they still had the leisure to ask back.
Curse Master!
Besides, he admitted that he was a troublesome person.
"Dangerous? Ha, that's for other people."
He probably rarely had to explain this implicit rule to his employer, and he was too lazy to explain it in a subtle way.
Tian Yu Zhu Fu's perfect body is destined to not reduce the sense of oppression even if he is half-squatting in front of the player. On the contrary, the muscles on his back are more prominent in the almost submissive posture.
He casually adjusted the player's skirt and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "As a wealthy young lady, you only need to act according to your own wishes. With a wave of your hand, people like me who can be sent away with money will continue to work for you."
Irresponsible adults unknowingly instill distorted ideas and are completely unaware of the laissez-faire behavior of their employers.
“Once there are signs of things getting out of control, deal with them.”
…
"Very."
"Um?"
"What should I do about this?"
The player held up the milkshake in his hand—if this frozen lump could be called a milkshake.
Poke it with a straw and you can hear a "crackling" sound.
“You can eat it as shaved ice!”
What a convenient technique!
Gojo Satoru would definitely be envious.
He uttered an "ah," always agreeing to players' suggestions. But as he walked behind, he casually said, "That unexpected dark horse in the field this morning, no one would have been optimistic about it before today."
"Although I don't know how you did it, I won't ask about other people's secrets."
"Why don't you continue playing? Is there anyone who thinks he has too much money?" He said with a cheerful 'ha', his tone full of disbelief.
"Eh—Shin'er can't understand that either?" the player asked sheepishly, a hint of discomfort etched in his demeanor as he spoke of his own ideas. "After all, the money Shin'er earns should far exceed his expenses."
"Do you really feel anything when you see a string of numbers increasing or decreasing?"
On the racecourse map, the [Load Save] function is not prohibited, which means that this operation is allowed in the game.
In theory, players can equip themselves with god-level equipment by betting on horses.
But as an experiential player, I pursue the process of the game more.
So, the player put his fingers together in front of him and sorted out his words: "Defining money as a sign of success, in my opinion, is just an empty life."
"Sometimes your words can be quite stinging." This is a pertinent comment from a guy who has an indifferent attitude towards life.
"sorry?"
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Author's words: Rimei: I just came to see Sukuna-sama
Shen Er (10 seconds of deep thinking): Coming to steal the business
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