dhibooks Chapter 86 5-7
Chapter 86 5-7
After leaving the train, Yu Ling walked slowly along the railway.The railway was blown up by Kajii Keijiro and it was in a mess. It was not open to traffic, but it was still possible to walk.
He was in a good mood.
Or pretty good.
He had rarely been in such a good mood since he was stabbed on his 25th birthday and started "time-traveling".
Very relaxed, very at home.
It's like a flower blooming in my heart, quietly writing what is "beautiful".
It's even easier than being in the world of Atsushi Murasakihara, and getting along with Seijuro Akashi who has become a lover.
Although I don't want to say that - because it would make it appear that he doesn't "care" about Akashi Seijuro - but to be fair, in the world of "Kuroko's Basketball", Yu Ling is Murasakihara Atsushi; and in this world, perhaps It's because Fitzgerald doesn't have any close people around him, or maybe Fitzgerald's personality is similar to Yu Ling's——
In this world, he is just himself.
Yu Ling is good at disguising himself, and he does a good job, but compared to pretending to be someone else, it's easier to be yourself.
I looked at the time, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.Thinking of the date in the early morning, Yu Ling felt that it would be better for him to sleep first, otherwise he would be groggy at night because of lack of energy, how could he play happily with Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye?
He wasn't worried at all about being sent pigeons by the Zhongyuan Zhongye.
——After all, according to the known information, the Central Plains Central Committee also attaches great importance to the port mafia.
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Yokohama at midnight is very quiet.
Although the street lights were on and the neon lights on both sides of the street were still shining brightly, Yokohama at this time was undoubtedly quiet compared to a few hours earlier.
There was no one on the sidewalk.
There are no cars on the road.
Perhaps it is because it is sparsely populated, so it is extraordinarily quiet.
clatter--
clatter--
clatter--
clatter--
In such silence, the sound of cowhide shoes stepping on the red brick street became particularly obvious.
Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.
The warm yellow light shone on him, making the half of his body hidden in the shadow darker and the illuminated half of his body brighter. In the daytime, the dazzling orange-red half-long hair was also highlighted by the yellow light. A little milder.
But his expression was anything but gentle.
The brows were furrowed, the blue eyes were full of impatience, and the corners of the mouth were tightly pursed, showing the owner's unhappy mood.
It's three past three in the morning.
Zhong Yuanzhong has also walked back and forth on this street several times, but the man who made the "meeting request" has not yet appeared.
God knows - how much thought and how many brain cells Zhong Yuanzhong spent before recalling this "first meeting" place.
He was a little annoyed, no matter whether the man named Fitzgerald was late or missed the appointment, it made Nakahara Zhong also feel annoyed.
Thirteen minutes ago—that is, at eleven fifty last night—he had arrived.
He waited a full 13 minutes.
Zhong Yuanzhong is not a good-tempered person, he is not even a patient person - except for tasks.He is impatient and waits for others impatiently. For Chuya Nakahara, 13 minutes is a long, long, long time.
It's so long that he wants to just go back and forget it.
Climbing out of the warm blanket in the middle of the night and wandering in the cold streets of Yokohama is not the way of life Nakahara likes.
Maybe he should go back, he's already been here anyway, Fitzgerald missed the appointment.
Such a thought flashed by, and his sense of responsibility to the port mafia drove him to continue waiting.
"Nakaya-kun came early." A voice with a smile broke the silence of the street.Zhong Yuanzhong also squinted his eyes to follow the prestige, and soon saw a blond man walking towards him from the shadows.
Francis F. Fitzgerald.
The current leader of the North American super power group "Combination".
At the same time, it is also an annoying existence comparable to Osamu Dazai.
"Mr. Fitzgerald came too late, right?" Nakahara raised his eyebrows and said mockingly.
Seeing the energetic appearance of the little man, Yu Ling raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Mr. Zhongye is in good spirits."
While talking, he walked to Nakahara Chuya.
His eyes flicked across the empty hair of the little Mafia, and he asked in feigned surprise, "Why didn't Mr. Zhongye wear a hat today?"
"Thanks to you." Zhongyuan Zhongya twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressing the irritability in his heart - this man always knew how to provoke his anger, it was obvious that this was a provocation, but Zhongyuan Zhongya couldn't deal with Fitz What did Gerald do.
If he used his superpowers, of course he wouldn’t be inferior to the opponent—but his superpowers couldn’t even be controlled by himself, and once activated, he couldn’t stop them. They can only wait for the established outcome of exhaustion and death.
Yu Ling didn't know this, he was very curious about Zhongyuan Zhongye's repeated concessions.As a cadre of the port mafia, Zhongya Zhongya's strength is definitely not the only one he has shown.Several times we met, Yu Ling never stopped provoking him, and Yu Ling can also say with certainty that Zhong Yuanzhong has been aroused by him, but he has never activated his super power.
What exactly is Nakahara Chuya's super power?
The clues cannot be discerned from the simple information learned by the group. With the name of the known superpower "Dirty Sorrow", it is even impossible to distinguish the type of Zhongye's superpower.
"What's the matter with asking me to meet so late?" Perhaps it was because Yu Ling hadn't spoken for a long time, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little impatient. The object of negotiation should not be me."
it's a pity.Yu Ling looked at Chuya Zhongyuan who suppressed his anger, and sighed in his heart.
"It's not that the leader of the group has something to negotiate with the port mafia." Yu Ling was a little bored with Zhongyuan Zhongye's behavior of pretending to be stupid, which was similar to "knowledge". Zhong also followed, "It's me, Francis Fitzgerald, who wants to meet you."
"Want to meet me?" Nakahara Chuya's voice was slightly irritated, "What exactly do you want to do? Why are you looking for me?"
Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know where he aroused the other party's interest.
"Don't get me wrong." Yu Ling stopped, turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile, "I'm not interested in you at all—"
Weird.
The empathy effect alone is enough for Yu Ling to have a good impression of Zhong Yuanzhong.
After all, no matter how you say it in the Central Plains, he is the only person Yu Ling has met who looks somewhat similar to Gu Rongshao since he traveled for so long.
His eyes fell on Zhongyuanzhong's obviously dissatisfied face, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
"I just think it's too boring. It just so happens that you are interesting, so I asked you to play..."
Yu Ling sighed lowly, maybe it was because the slightly bleak silence at midnight especially affected his mood, or maybe it was because of that subtle similarity that Yu Ling couldn't control himself.
He suddenly had an idea...to talk to Nakahara Chuya.
For such a long time, everything—whether it’s confusion or danger, let me tell you everything.
Perhaps, a person has been suppressed for too long, and as long as he encounters an opportunity, he will have the desire to express his inner emotions.
"boring."
"The whole world is boring."
He stretched out his hand and gently put it on his forehead, frowning slightly, making a look of "totally unbearable".
"I was bored when I was in America, but I still feel bored in Japan—"
"Oh, of course, Yokohama is lively, and the Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency alone are enough to keep me entertained."
Speaking of this, Yu Ling chuckled slightly mockingly, completely ignoring Zhong Yuan Zhongye's face that became even uglier because of what he said just now.
"But—not enough... not enough."
"Don't you think it's boring? Life—day after day—"
His previous words had always had a slightly exaggerated theatrical tone, but when he said this, his voice became low.
"Loneliness and emptiness are eating me whole."
He bit the word "whole" very hard, very hard, as if trying to convey the horror of being "eaten whole".
"I get a lot."
Martial arts that only appeared in novels.
The yin and yang energy that can communicate with heaven and earth has never been imagined before.
And the pen—the pen.
"But all of this can't fill the hole in my heart."
Not only can it not be filled, but the hole is getting bigger and bigger as time goes by, as if someone is constantly dripping sulfuric acid on the heart, every minute and every second - the hole is getting bigger and bigger.
"Can you understand?"
Rather than asking about Zhongye in the Central Plains, it might be better to say that he was asking about Gu Rongshao from another world.
Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the blond man in front of him, his eyes clearer than crushed ice were filled with a heavy, unresolved sadness, and a deep exhaustion that seemed to fall down at any time.
He even felt that Fitzgerald would cry in a second.
Yu Ling tilted her head, closed her eyes to calm down her excited mood.
After a while, he turned his head and showed a pale smile to Zhong Yuanzhong: "You punch me!"
The head-on fist made Yu Ling take a few steps back by the impact, and a bloody smell radiated from his mouth.
The corners of his mouth were torn, and he tried to raise the corners of his lips into a smile, but failed halfway.
Different.
The angle is different, the strength is different, and the feeling is different.
The man in front of him was different from Gu Rongshao.
What is he looking forward to?
Or to put it another way—what exactly is he longing for in Zhongyuan Zhongye?
The author has something to say:
The second update ~ successfully achieved the double update achievement get√
The next chapter is probably all messy psychological confession, and then Mr. Yu will be further upgraded _(:з"∠)_
No one really reads it lately. Is it too cold for Wenhao Stray Dogs, or is my writing too scumbag? No matter how cold QvQ is, it can’t reach this point, right? Let's go~ [crying and chirping]