Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 3.3. How could fate be like this?

New...New...

New life!
"Yahoo!"

Two hours later, standing in the hotel's private room, He Ye shouted excitedly, bending over and clenching his fist in celebration, just like the excitement he felt in his previous life when he saw his team score a goal in the football cup!
With Yugiri settled and Mark settled, almost all ties between CORE and himself have been severed. All that's left is to embrace a wonderful new life!
Although it will take some time to completely sever ties and for time to bury the traces of He Ye's past, right now, it can truly be said that I feel carefree and relaxed!
I didn't expect it to be this simple...

No, it should be said that after hardship comes happiness!

He Ye felt more cheerful than ever before. After showering in the hotel bathroom and changing into clean clothes, he looked at himself in the mirror and wished he could hug him.

"Goodbye, Leon."

He patted the mirror and said in a senior's tone:

"Whether it's spies, CORE, or those people and things, they're all saying goodbye to you!"

"From now on, I am He Ye."

"You'll find a good job, like being a teacher at an orphanage, then marry a beautiful young woman, go on your honeymoon watching the sunset, like Elsa from the bakery, tsk tsk tsk, you're going to drown in a sea of ​​happiness, you bastard!"

He got more and more excited as he talked, and finally decided to head out to the bakery right away—he was dressed smartly and brightly, and as an intelligence agent, his appearance had always been outstanding.

Although this was very much against the profession of espionage, he frankly didn't like it either. If he could, he would much rather be a peacekeeper and help others.

Perhaps I shouldn't have accepted that invitation six years ago, instead switching to this spy squad midway through my career.

But now we've finally escaped this sinkhole!

Before starting his new life, he still needs to settle down with a job and a place to live... He doesn't plan to move too far away; he'll stay in Gladys until he gets engaged to Elsa from the bakery.

Let's stay near Narcissus Street. It just so happens that the orphanage there is recruiting general education teachers, and He Ye is no longer qualified.

With that thought in mind, He Ye left the hotel.

"Have a safe journey, sir, and have a pleasant day." The maid wiping the windows in front of the hotel bowed.

"You too, beautiful girl." He Ye bowed with her hat off.

I have never had such a positive and uplifting day in my life.

Full of hope, full of sunshine.

Even when passing by his favorite Big Bird Spinning Bar, He Ye's face showed disdain.

From tonight onwards, he absolutely, positively will never fall into depravity again! This damn bar emptied his wallet and damaged his health, to hell with it!

"Pooh!"

Now, he is He Ye, embracing a bright future!

It's absolutely impossible for him to be completely drunk!

……

"jingle."

20 minute later.

— Lane 10, Narcissus Street.

He Ye stopped his leisurely pace, adjusting his hat like an English gentleman—he looked up at the sign that read "Elsa Sweet Bakery," a bakery that seemed no different from other shops, with people coming and going around it.

The sun was shining brightly, and the wind was gentle and the clouds were light.

In He Ye's eyes, this place was as sacred as a church.

He Ye doesn't covet the Mona Lisa, because he already met his own Mona Lisa two years ago that afternoon.

It was a winter morning, but unusually bright.

He Ye pushed open the door of the bakery to buy breakfast. His face was sallow and thin because he had just escaped the remnants of the National Security Bureau and was in a hurry to find disinfectant medicine for Xi Wu. He was exhausted both physically and mentally.

His tense nerves made him unable to distinguish the amount of money. When he bought three slices of cheese-filled toast, he even underpaid by 5 yuan at the counter.

But instead of aggressive questioning, he was met with gentle concern.

"You underpaid by 5 yuan."

"Ah...uh, sorry, let me look for it..."

"Hmm, never mind, no need. I just remembered that today was the event day on Narcissus Street, so you didn't pay less."

Her gentle smile was like a sunflower, and she exuded a sweet, creamy scent from her apron. The stubble-faced He Ye immediately understood that she was kindly helping him out after he fumbled in his pockets for a while without managing to pull out his coins.

He was probably mistaken for a down-on-his-luck drunkard.

That day wasn't a celebration on Narcissus Street, but He Ye remembered that heartwarming day.

After that, He Ye would come to the bakery from time to time, and the topics of conversation were mostly related to the weather. It was hard to say whether it was love at first sight or love that grew over time, but he did like Elsa from the bakery.

Let's bring our attention back to the present.

"jingle--"

The bakery's silver bells rang crisply. He Ye, a customer, looked up and surveyed the quiet shop. The shop, filled with the aroma of cream and honey, felt familiar.

However, a male waiter appeared out of nowhere.

A dark-skinned, stocky male waiter with a short, black haircut and a cheerful smile.

"Welcome, sir."

He Ye simply nodded to him and didn't offer any further attention, because he was going to find his Mona Lisa.

As I entered the store, I pretended to look at the bread shelves, but through the gaps, I noticed that my favorite blonde figure with a curvaceous figure was standing in front of the counter.

He Ye felt like that loser who had a crush on the class monitor back in middle school.

Yay! Great!
It was definitely worth the trip!
Controlling his facial expression, He Ye had already rehearsed his pickup line several times in his mind—he picked up two expensive hot dog buns and walked to the checkout counter.

"Hello, beautiful Miss Elsa," He Ye smiled.

“It’s a pleasure to see you today, Mr. Leon.”

Aisha said gently, putting the two hot dog buns into the bag, while casually chatting about the weather and recent interesting events.

This is the result of He Ye's efforts over the past two months. He has upgraded the relationship to that of an acquaintance through daily purchases, because he knows that dating is not a call to arms, but a notification letter.

"Speaking of which, there's something I forgot to tell Mr. Leon. I really appreciate your kindness all this time," Aisha said softly after a moment's hesitation.

"What's wrong?" He Ye asked curiously.

"Because of my wedding next month, the bakery will be closed for a week, so I was thinking of making some extra bread in advance to give to Mr. Leon, since you really like the desserts here."

Elsa said shyly, her voice full of apology.

But for He Ye, it was like a bolt from the blue—

"What? -- What? Marry? Get married?" He Ye stammered, her eyes wide.

“Yes,” Miss Elsa nodded.

"Who's getting married? Your brother? Your sister?..." He Ye gestured with difficulty, still unable to believe it.

"No, it's me. I recently met someone special, and he's really good to me, so I've decided to marry him," Miss Aisha said shyly, resting her chin on her hand.

No way! And don't give me that shy look, you jerk!

He Ye nearly lost his balance at the counter, staggering and grabbing the countertop for support. He tried his best to control his expression, making sure he didn't break down.

"That's really exciting news... By the way, would you mind telling me who your fiancé is?"

“Oh, this one…” Miss Elsa became even more shy.

Following the line of sight, one could see a male waiter standing not far away, scratching his head with a simple and honest expression.

He Ye couldn't hold back anymore, he completely lost it. His inner voice screamed, "What?! This kind of trash is worthy of my Mona Lisa?! Holy crap, is God trying to be ridiculous?!"
But all the emotions churning inside her, when the words reached her lips, He Ye could only manage a smile that was more like a grimace:

"They really are... a perfect match..."

"Thank you for the compliment. Mr. Leon will find the right person someday."

"(Pfft)...Thank you." He Ye clutched his chest, wishing he could die.

A moment later, the silver bell rang again, and the figure left like a stray dog.

He Ye left dejectedly, holding two hot dog buns. The bread that buried his beautiful expectations seemed like it would never come back, but in reality, it still had to come back.

Because he now had an invitation card in his hand.

(End of this chapter)