Chapter 8: The Angry Huiyuan "On the Attack and Defense of Love with Facial Paralysis Attributes..."
Vermouth handed her a stack of tissues, covered her hand, and held the small hand in her palm: "Let me do it."
A textbook example of subtle, almost invisible seduction. The phrase "follow the flow" is perfectly executed, flowing smoothly and seamlessly. "Let me do it" might be one of the most beautiful love phrases of the year.
A gentle fox trap. Apparently offering assistance, but in reality, a handhold. "Following the flow"—what a natural progression. This silky, slippery (crossed out) technique.
About how bad women take every opportunity to make physical contact with their ex-lovers
The warm and slender hands of an adult woman easily covered the fingers of a seven-year-old elementary school student.
The disparity in size caused Huiyuan's mind to go blank. Once upon a time, their hands had been clearly the same size. Once upon a time, she could have returned the hand with the same strength. Once upon a time, her hand... But now...
"Your hands are so small." Vermouth whispered, "As small as a doll's hand."
It sounds like a compliment, but it's actually a comprehensive, no-nonsense reminder: You're a child now, you can't escape. Beilu Modou is truly a master of PUA.
"So what?" She tried to pull her hand back, but was held tighter. "Will this make it easier for you to do it?"
The kitten shows off its claws. Even if it's at a disadvantage, its mouth will never give in.
Translation: I'm so small, wouldn't it be easier for you to kill me? Let me go.
"How could that be?" Vermouth's thumb slowly rubbed circles on the back of her hand, as if to comfort the child. "How could I bear to break such a lovely treasure?"
Bei Jie: I don't cause harm. I'm just nature's carrier, responsible for carrying your heart to me. Killing is impossible. Such a cute Ai-chan is of course to be pampered.
"Put away your crocodile tears." Huiyuan turned away with disdain. "Does the word 'compassion' exist in the vocabulary of people in your organization?"
Organization: I am still taking the blame today. "Your organization" = you scumbag.
Ai-chan is still attacking. She's still being stubborn. She's fighting back (for the second time). She wants to use her organization's position to cut ties.
"For others, I really don't." Vermouth's eyes locked on her, "But for you... it's always an exception, isn't it?"
A straight shot. The ultimate, deadly straight shot. Who could withstand it?
Double standards. The famous naked scene is well-known for its double standards.
"You are my exception" literature arrives late but not late. A declaration of preference.
Translation: The organization is dark, but you are my light (?)... Oh no, my little toy.
The hustle and bustle around suddenly faded away, and even the sound of raindrops outside the window seemed to be isolated in another world.
"Vermouth..."
"Shh..." He pressed his index finger lightly against her lips, interrupting her unfinished words. "Call me Tina. There's no Vermouth here. There's only an ordinary tourist looking at a miniature genius scientist."
Her gaze softened, and the sharpness in it melted away.
She was firing at the whole world, but in front of Huibara, she quietly put the gun back into the marshmallow.
Isn't this the legendary "letting down your defenses for you"? While it might only last a second, and the next second, they might put on eight hundred layers of disguise again, it's this second of "limited-edition tenderness" that's the most deadly. #High-end Players' Extreme Pull#
The warm light of the cafe and the aroma of coffee beans in the air, a woman who just had an aura of 2.8 meters, used a coffee cup as a hidden weapon, and performed high-end martial arts to knock away a pistol, suddenly had a smooth and soft look in her eyes.
"I say, you know what? You're so adorable when you're smaller. You're like a little princess kissed by magic."
The cheesy love talk arrives late but arrives late. Ms. Vermouth, did you just come here straight from the set of some medieval Western fantasy costume drama?
"I think you've read too many fairy tales," Huiyuan retorted unhappily. "I'm not a princess. You're more suitable to play a witch with evil intentions."
A beautiful comeback. Ai-chan's sarcasm skills are always on point. She directly points out the other party's "acting" attributes, and in one sentence, she pulls Vermouth back from the fairy tale set to the spy war set.
Translation: You are like the stepmother who poisoned the princess (but more bitter) #reversefairytaleaesthetics#
"Isn't it romantic that the witch falls in love with the princess?"
Tsk tsk tsk, this Vermouth is climbing up the pole.
This rhetoric is called "concept substitution" plus "reframing." Haibara calls her a "witch with ill intentions," with the emphasis on "ill intentions." Bayonetta simply ignores the attributive, latching onto "witch," and forcibly twisting the script from a thriller into a romance. Master, this is master. #TheArtofLanguage##LesbianGirlSpeaks#
#桔里桔气Script Seminar# It is suggested to change the name to "Leon: The Professional: Both Lolita and Queen Are Toxic, Let Them Fight Poison with Poison"
Vermouth smiled, it was Schrödinger's smile. Before observation, it was in a superposition state of "sincerity" and "acting" at the same time.
Is there something wrong with the black lady suddenly starting to go the yuri route?
In the cafe, the three little ones were still arguing over the role of Kamen Rider, with Genta and Mitsuhiko arguing until their faces were red. To them, the world was as simple as a math problem.
Looking at them, Huiyuan wanted to return to the world where she only had to worry about the second dimension. However, she couldn't, because there was a moving "ultimate puzzle" sitting next to her.
Children's cake war vs. mature women's fatal temptation #lens language full marks#
For Huibara, the world is a chess game.
Her life is no longer a multiple-choice question, but a chess game where if she loses, she loses everything.
Her outlook on life was coded piece by piece in the organization's laboratory, in the death of her sister, and in the fear of escape. It is cold, but true.
So when a "player" like Vermouth who doesn't play by the rules and can overturn the chessboard at will appears, her entire worldview will be impacted.
Regarding the serious work I was forced to play love chess with the Thousand Faces Movie Queen
"So what about you? Shiho... is it 'Ai' now?"
Switch name = switch personality save point #Lily save flow #
Huiyuan took a sip of tea and said calmly, "This is the name I chose for myself. At least it's more honest than someone using an identity roulette to decide what personality to play today."
Queenly behavior. A textbook counterattack. Faced with the interrogation of her identity, she not only did not retreat, but instead emphasized the subjectivity of "self-selection" and hit Vermouth right in the backhand: "You change your identity every day, you don't even know who you are, how can you define me?"
Vermouth's vest collection was mercilessly mocked, and it must have been like a dart in the heart. #Kochi quarrel scene##Tea language advanced class#
"On How a 1.2-meter Body Can Store Ten Thousand Tons of Language Nuclear Bombs" #反萌差の极致#
“Touche.” Vermouth raised an eyebrow, clearly having been hit on the point. However, she wasn’t angry, instead she smiled even deeper. “You’re still as sharp as ever. You’re so small, but you can hide a knife at the end of every word.”
"Touche" is a French fencing term meaning "I was stabbed." She not only acknowledged the stabbing, but even showed a little appreciation for it.
She loves them. She loves the kind that can match her and prick her soul. She doesn't like docile kittens; she only likes these prickly, scratchy kittens.
Bayley's feedback after being attacked: A deeper smile = an increase in excitement #危险の慕强心理#
She reached out as if to brush away a strand of wet hair from Huiyuan's forehead.
On the Strategic Position of Hairstyles in Ambiguous Scenarios #FingertipTouchPrepare#
Huiyuan turned her head away, a cold look instantly appeared in her eyes, and her words became even colder: "Don't touch me."
I dodged it. I switched back to combat mode in a second. The moment of shock and tenderness just now was forced to shut down. #Self-protection mechanism activated#
The subtext of this sentence is: "We can play language games, but you can't cross the physical boundary again."
"But I remember you didn't say that before." Vermouth lowered her voice and said almost close to her ear, "That night, you took the initiative—"
"That was eighteen-year-old Shiho, not me." Huiyuan interrupted her, her tone as cold as ice, as if cutting through memories, "Can you distinguish between split personality and growth?"
Sister Bei: I want to be ambiguous.
Ai-chan: No, let’s discuss serious psychology.
The air froze for half a second.
This half second contained shock, astonishment, maybe a little hurt (?) and more curiosity.
This was probably the first time Vermouth met someone who could separate his past so cleanly as if it were a previous life.
When masters clash, victory or defeat comes in a split second. This half-second of silence was Huiyuan's most brutal victory.
Air: I was terrified at that time.jpg
Then Vermouth chuckled, as if responding to some indifferent joke: "Ah, you're so fierce, you'll be regarded as a violent loli."
With such ease and dexterity, she displayed the control of a high-ranking player. Just as the conversation was about to spiral into a slump, she immediately pulled the tension back with a lighthearted joke. She knew when to retreat and when to advance.
"Violent Loli", this label is... both infuriating and funny, and it also has a hint of pampering. What's with that?
Translation: You are so cute when your hair is frizzy (spoiled face)
It was her way of saying, "Okay, okay, let's put aside all the heavy talk and get back to the game."
Tactical retreat. Using jokes to defuse serious topics #貝の情场避#
"You're so slick, you'll be mistaken for a late-night radio host," Huiyuan shot back. Three kills in a row. Today's output MVP.
Mihua's top commentator hits the nail on the head with his precise attack. He perfectly summarizes Vermouth's deliberate yet seductive voice, and accurately criticizes Bayonetta's exaggerated acting skills.
Elementary school students quarrel (X), doctoral students exchange golden quotes (Yes). Every line in these two people's bickering could be included in "High Emotional Intelligence Quotes."
This round is a tie. One is a "violent lolita" and the other is a "greasy anchor." Why not just form a group and debut? Call it "A Song of Ice and Fire."
Vermouth raised her eyebrows, obviously finding this mini version of Shiho Miyano, whose complaining skills were at their peak, particularly amusing.
She wasn't angry at all, and even found it more amusing. This kind of thorny, fresh, and full of vitality resistance was really interesting to Vermouth, who was bored at home on a rainy day.
Final diagnosis: The Thousand Faces of the Film Queen is probably the limited edition of Huiyuan. Tucao enthusiasts #Orange Studies New Topic#
Q: When Vermouth heard the complaint about the “female anchor of the late-night radio station,” which of the following options was closest to her true thoughts?
A. "Damn it! You actually called me greasy! I'm going to go home tonight and come up with a fresher character." (An actor's self-cultivation)
B. "She's right. My voice is indeed well-suited for late-night shows. Perhaps I could consider developing a side hustle?" (The Career Queen's Thoughts)
C. "Oh? She's actually paying attention to my voice... Does she find it sexy too? She's definitely interested in me." (The narcissistic version of the love-brained self-strategy)
D. "Touche. She stabbed me again. That was awesome. Next time I'm going to use even more 'oily' tactics until she breaks down." (The masochistic and fighter's desire to win)
"Take back your tone. This is simply horrible harassment." Huiyuan frowned. "If the purpose of your trip is to 'collect samples,' then let me be clear. I don't have the final antidote for APTX4869."
The three-piece set of tsundere defense: frowning, pouting, and speaking harshly.
Regarding the antidote: Don't ask. If you ask, there's none. If you ask again, get out. (From "Miyano Shiho's Work Manual," Article 1)
Huiyuan: Beware of this new type of organized scam. Sample antidotes, young and old, are deceiving everyone.
Vermouth chuckled. "Oh, you don't really think that the organization's goal is just drugs, do you?" She gracefully rested her elbows on the table, closing the distance between them. "Sometimes..."
Chinese translation: I am not interested in medicine, I am more interested in you who makes pharmaceuticals.
Danger. Sister Bei activated her "Close Distance" skill. Ai-chan's absolute domain is being invaded.
The Black Organization's goals aren't just about drugs, of course. They also want to cause trouble. Big trouble.
Organization: We have many goals, such as destroying the Japanese economy, blowing up several Tokyo landmarks, and... uh, providing material for Vermouth's personal love life?
Just at this moment, a uniformed shop assistant came over with a white porcelain plate with a few golden almond cookies on it. He said that the plate was a gift from the store to calm the foreign friends who were accidentally involved in the case.
Beikacho waiter, a job that requires more understanding of the atmosphere than Bourbon.
Vermouth picked up one with her slender fingertips, her posture was elegant and charming. It was reasonable to suspect that Sister Bayonet had worked part-time as an etiquette trainer in the organization. Her movements were even smoother than Dove's.
Then, he brought it to Huibara's lips.
Feeding play. Is the lesbian circle's sweetheart really so straightforward?
This image... a beautiful older sister feeding a cool loli, what kind of classic orange literature is this?
"Elegant Poisoning" Sister Bei's Hand: SSS-level lethal weapon, uses include but are not limited to shooting/disguise/delivering poisoned cookies/teasing legal loli.
Haibara's Lips: Danger. Level 1 combat readiness activated.
"Try it? It's almond flavored, your favorite."
How did she know that? Is Vermouth's intelligence network already this sophisticated? Or... (A meaningful look)
Details, all details. A woman who holds grudges is scary, but a woman who can remember your favorite food is even scarier.
It's scary to think about it. The taste of death in Miwa Town is worth having.
You must know that almond flavor in rice krispie can be very dangerous.
Science review: If you smell almonds, stop breathing and memorize the phone number of the nearest detective.
Trivia: The consumption of cyanide in Beika Town may be higher than that of sugar. This fear is ingrained into Beika Town residents' DNA.
Amuro Toru's Poirot Café strongly condemns this stereotype. (But the almond cake is definitely not selling well.)
At this moment, in the newly opened coffee shop, the death cookies from Beika Town arrived late.
Shop assistant: Don't cue me, I'm just an emotionless almond delivery person.JPG
How to Eat Almond Products Safely in the Scientific World - The answer is to let Miss Bayonet hand it to you (?)
Huiyuan stared at the dessert so close to her and said coldly, word by word, "Is there cyanide in it?"
My occupational disease has kicked in. Everything looks like a tool for committing a crime.
Such vigilance. As expected of a former core member of the organization. Perfect score on the rice flower survival rules.
Regarding the incident where a former colleague of the organization fed me a potentially poisonous biscuit in a cafe
"To take your life, a silver bullet is enough. Why go through so much trouble, right?" Vermouth's smiling peach blossom eyes curved.
Bei Jie: Kill you? No, I just want to see you fall in love with me and then become obsessed with me. (bushi)
Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? Why use cyanide to kill Shirley? I can do it myself (physical or magical).
"What a bad taste." Shiho snorted in response. Her small fingertips finally reached out and took the thin, crispy biscuit from Vermouth's hand.
Humph, classic example of saying one thing and doing another.
Translation: "You're smart." (Then eat it silently)
When he caught it, what he caught was not a cookie, but ambiguity.
Huiyuan's OS: This woman is poisonous...but the cookies look really delicious...(body is out of control)
How the Tsundere Scientist's Last Line of Defense Was Broken by an Almond Cookie
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