Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 91.7. Nitil's Summer Romance Strategy
—Seagull Street Coffee Shop—

May 10th, noon.

Oh, what a bright and sunny day! Even the white petals of the Endless Summer shimmer with light.

People were coming and going along the sidewalk of Seagull Street; their eyes were focused on the sign of a coffee shop.

This is a coffee shop that is only open on Saturdays and Sundays, and it is called "Underwater Princess" - it is famous not only for its unique service hours, but also for its delicious desserts and coffee.

“Welcome~”

"Wang Wang!"

A moment later, two young girls sat down at the table by the window. They were dressed in casual clothes and looked pretty and young.

Without a doubt, this is Nytil and Loris.

With her chestnut-colored twin ponytails swaying gently, Nitil was looking at the menu with great interest, as if she could imagine the taste just from the name "Citrus Gardenia Coffee".

Sitting opposite her, Loris simply stared at the leash in her hand, patiently training the golden retriever.

"Brook, don't shout."

"Wang!"

"Didn't I tell you not to bark..." Loris sighed and flicked its forehead. "Quiet—"

"Ouch..."

The golden retriever immediately whimpered and lowered its head, seemingly understanding the meaning, and obediently lay down beside her, licking her toes in submission.

The coffee shop has a relaxed atmosphere.

On a rare day off, the two bumped into each other in the park not long ago, and Nitil happily invited Lorris to have lunch at a coffee shop, which led to the scene before them.

"Here, what would you like to eat?" Nitil handed over the menu.

"It will be all right."

“Then I’ll order for you, hehe~ two milk coffees, two hot chocolates, then apple rolls and croissants, plus a butter sandwich!” Nitil said, her eyes shining.

"Won't you gain weight from eating so much?" Loris gave her a subtle look, because when she bumped into Nitil in the park earlier, Nitil had mentioned that she was running to lose weight...

Wouldn't that mean we'd made a wasted trip?
Nitil shook her finger solemnly: "I'll just come back from my workout this afternoon. I can't miss out on good food."

Loris was speechless: "..."

Actually, she didn't really understand the troubles of gaining weight, because no matter how much she ate over the years, she had the same figure. However, when she said such things in middle school, she was severely 'retaliated' by Nitilna with a long face. So, she avoided eye contact and finally patted Brooke's head and remained silent.

After a four or five-minute wait—

Waiters wearing aprons brought out delicious light snacks and warm coffee.

Please enjoy your meal.

"Ohhhhhhh!" If Nitil had a cell phone, she would definitely take it out and take a picture!
Croissants, butter sandwiches, hot chocolate!
The food looks so sweet and tempting on the table!
In contrast to Nytil's fluttering heart, Loris was slowly taking small bites, casually breaking off a piece of bread to feed Brooke.

This large dog is incredibly happy, consuming anything offered to it and wagging its tail rapidly.

"anyway--"

As Nitil ate her dessert, she didn't forget to ask, "How have you all been lately?"

Loris's face stiffened, and she looked up, feigning silence.

"What happened?"

“That’s it—” Nytil swallowed her bread and laughed, pointing to the ceiling, “Cupid’s prank~ Haha, could it be that nothing happened after that banquet? You know, I’ve heard Felicity, Kira and the others tell me so many gossips.”

(Note: Those two are ladies from other families and are friends with Nitil.)

"How dare you say that..." Loris was furious and muttered angrily in a low voice.

"So what happened next?"

Nitil's eyes lit up as she pressed on, looking at Loris. After all, lunch shouldn't just be about eating; there should be some interesting conversation too.

Loris remained silent, lost in her memories.

She and He Ye hadn't been in contact for two weeks, so she couldn't give an accurate answer. After reporting to the Public Security Bureau, he was said to have made many contributions and became a formal police officer in half a month. He was supposed to choose where to stay, but he chose to stay in the Public Security Bureau, which caught Loris a little off guard.

But that rainy night is still vivid in my mind, as if it happened just yesterday.

and so--

“He confessed his feelings to me.” Loris’s ears turned red, and she feigned indifference with a light hum. “But I rejected him.”

"Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay?!"

Nitil seemed to have heard some earth-shattering gossip; she nearly knocked over her coffee cup, stood up, slammed her hand on the table, and exclaimed repeatedly:

"I told you so! And then what? You really didn't keep in touch? You didn't like him either?!"

“Uh…” Loris looked around, then turned her head away awkwardly.

Nitil quickly regained her composure. A little embarrassed, she lowered her head and rubbed her chestnut hair to regain her ladylike composure—even if only a little.

"Ahem... So what happens after that? It's not over, is it?" Nitil asked, coughing with her hand to her mouth.

“He really hasn’t contacted me again,” Loris said after a moment of silence, taking a small bite of her croissant.

Nitil frowned: "Not even once?"

Loris: "Mm."

"That's not good news!"

Nitil's face turned worried, and she became incredibly gossipy! She began to analyze:

"I guess you rejected him, so he knows there's no future for you, and that's why he won't come looking for you anymore. Hmm, he didn't pester you, so he's still a good man!"

Nitil said firmly that, after all, she had encountered many men who were persistent and clingy in her life.

The upper class believes in favoritism. Everyone grows up in a sweet environment, so they don't understand what "something unattainable" means, hence their tendency to be persistent and clingy.

Loris remained silent for a while before continuing to bite into her croissant.

She had nothing to say, while the golden retriever beside her was hungry—it panted with its tongue out for a long time but no food fell, clearly its owner was preoccupied with something.

"Sigh, why did you refuse back then?"

"You don't like him?" Nytil asked, her eyes fixed on her best friend, with a tone of disappointment.

Loris blushed: "Of course!"

"Hey, hey, hey—it's just the two of us here."

Knowing Lorice's personality, Nitil pretended to poke her forehead with her finger from a distance, while resting her chin on her other hand in a gesture of helplessness.

After a moment, Loris took a deep breath, regained her composure, and quietly turned her head away, saying, "That's not the issue."

"what is that?"

“He’s too frivolous,” Loris said after a long silence.

Nitil rested her chin on her hand, recalling the image of the man named Leon in her mind. Indeed, with his handsome appearance and ease at banquets, it was normal for him to have such frivolous worries.

Unexpectedly, Lorice's next words shocked Nytil.

It was completely different from what she understood as frivolity.

"Shouldn't we at least know each other for at least a year before talking about confessing? And what kind of nonsense is that?" Loris complained. "At least ten love letters should be written, enough to tie them together with ribbon. He should ask me out at nine in the morning, wearing a smart suit and holding flowers, then we should plan where to go for breakfast and lunch, and finally, on the beach at sunset, he should take out a ring and confess..."

"Ah, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!—"

Nitil, holding her forehead with one hand, couldn't take it anymore. The rambling, like a chanting choir, was so full of formalities. Was her best friend some old-fashioned girl from the Victorian era? "This has nothing to do with frivolity..." Nitil retorted, "This-is-antique."

Loris lowered her eyes, stroking the white porcelain cup as she muttered, "I just don't want to..."

Before she could finish speaking, Nitil's mind was filled with a mix of emotions. She remembered her aunt's face and felt that she had touched on an awkward spot, so she quickly took a deep breath to dispel the dark cloud that was about to hang over the place.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll give you a tip then! I'll give you some advice from someone with experience."

"..."

"First do this, then do this..."

Nitil: "%#..."

A few minutes later.

Inside the lovely coffee shop, the golden retriever watched as its owner's face visibly flushed red, while Neytil, who had stood up, leaned over the table, and whispered in his ear, wore a Cupid-like blissful smile.

“Perfect timing! Didn’t you say he’d be coming to the intelligence department tomorrow?” Nitil raised an eyebrow and clenched her fist triumphantly. “Do as I say!”

After she finished speaking, Loris, whose mood was unpredictable, finally chose to speak:

"It's not what you think."

"Alright, alright—by the way, the coffee's getting cold." Nitil calmly saw through it all without saying a word. "And Roserose, your face is so red."

"Enough with the nagging!" Loris said in a low voice, both ashamed and indignant.

……

"Lang li ge lang er lang li ge lang"

The camera turned.

The next day arrived.

Oh, the morning sun is still shining brightly and colorful. The breeze carries the restlessness of mid-May. Cicadas are chirping annoyingly on the trees, and newsboys walking through the streets are holding up their newspapers to cover their heads.

Downtown Glenley, in front of the Spy Department building.

Wearing casual clothes, He Ye arrived at the entrance of the spy department after half a month, strolling around in a relaxed mood—because he was off today.

It just so happens that the person in charge of guarding the gate is his former colleague, Rayleigh, with whom he has worked on many missions.

"Hey, isn't this Leon? What brings you back to the intelligence department? That's rare."

Reilly poked his head out of the guardhouse and said that as an auxiliary police officer, he did this kind of odd job when he wasn't on duty.

"I came back to take care of some things," He Ye said.

"Then fill out a form."

Rayleigh handed over the visitor registration form. Normally, unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter places like the intelligence department, but the two of them were just good friends—not to mention that He Ye had returned 50,000 crowns to him last week, making them practically like brothers.

"Give."

After quickly filling out the form, He Ye walked in.

There are still many differences between the spy department and the public security department. For example, the spy department is smaller in size than the public security department, and it occupies an area of ​​about 1000 square meters. However, the buildings are newer than those of the public security department.

Upon entering the building, passing police officers cast their gazes at him, scrutinizing him—after all, dressed in casual clothes, he looked like a lost citizen.

Just when I didn't know where to wait for Loris, my past connections came in handy.

"Leon?"

"Officer Rory?"

As they passed by, 29-year-old Sergeant Rory Albert made a curious sound.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was indeed the familiar newcomer.

Rory knew nothing about the Sheriff's Office—after all, unless you specifically follow that department, you wouldn't know about such a small matter as a single officer's promotion, especially since the two departments don't usually interact—so Rory was curious about his purpose in coming here.

"Are you alright?" he asked vaguely.

"Everything is fine... I mainly came to see Loris," He Ye said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Rory understood and suggested that He Ye could go sit in the lounge over there, and that he would pass on the message to Loris.

Because he wasn't wearing a police uniform, he wasn't considered part of the intelligence unit, so He Ye couldn't go to the office. Now that Officer Rory was offering to help deliver the message, there was no reason for him to refuse.

"Then I'll go to the lounge over there."

"Hmm...she should be here in about ten minutes. She was on vacation yesterday."

"well."

The two ended their conversation.

The spy department building seemed busier than usual. On her way to the lounge, He Ye encountered several agents from the ISAB Executive Bureau.

They wore silver or copper flowers pinned to their chests.

This was unexpected news for He Ye—who had left CORE but was still working undercover, so he was completely unaware of the undercurrents in Greenley City.

Why are the people from the Executive Bureau in the Spy Section?
After thinking about it for a moment, He Ye gave up.

Forget it, I'll just ask Loris directly when the time comes.

Just as He Ye arrived near the rest area, he heard a series of "bang, bang, bang" sounds, like someone hitting a sandbag.

It came from the training room next door.

The door happened to be open, and you could see inside just by turning your head.

That was one-sided ravaging.

Officer David held a padded arm guard in his hand, a fawning smile on his face, but the force of the punch made him look like he was about to cry.
The person who threw the punch quickly opposite him was a young man.

The young man was tall and well-proportioned, with meticulously styled, slightly messy dark brown curly hair. He struck with a nonchalant chuckle, and his peach blossom eyes held a hint of casual teasing when he looked at people.

His undershirt was a shirt and a well-tailored suit, not the uniform of an executive commissioner; a gold flower badge was designed as a collar button, inconspicuous.

They looked like models who had slipped out from backstage at a fashion week show, or like a playboy enjoying life; even their fighting seemed like a performance.

"That guy Lor is bullying honest people again."

"That's just his personality; he loves to show off. He was promoted to the 'Golden Flower' rank just last month, and he doesn't even recognize us anymore this month."

"Hehe, that's true, but he's been showing off way too much lately, hasn't he? Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, I really don't know who he's as close to as his codename."

Two agents from the Executive Bureau walked into the training room, chatting as they went. He Ye, who was standing nearby, overheard this brief gossip, but it wasn't enough to reach the training room.

Although he was just a Golden Flower Specialist and not worth He Ye's attention, he was still very perceptive in his actions.

Since she was bored anyway, He Ye leaned against the wall and stayed outside the training room watching.

The outcome was unexpected.

"Leon!"

Officer David, who was wearing a padded arm guard, suddenly spoke up. As if he had seen a lifeline, he shouted out He Ye's name sharply!
In an instant, the opponent's fist stopped.

Heye: "..."

He didn't even go inside; he just stood by the wall outside the lounge. He was just looking at the training room through the open door.

Was it still discovered in the end?

"..." A subtle exchange of glances.

Perhaps we should say hello?
(End of this chapter)