I created a foundation

perfect.

She picked up her knife and fork, gracefully rolled up a strand of pasta, put it into her mouth, and savored it carefully.

The taste is ordinary, even a little bad.

But Kasumigaoka Utaha was in a happier mood than ever before.

She raised her eyes, looked across the dining table, and looked at Eriri who was about to pick up the knife and fork.

The show is about to begin.

Chapter 149: Physical Abnormality, a Plan Within a Plan

Dinner officially begins.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely weird.

The crystal chandelier cast a warm and bright light, casting the figures of the three people on the polished dining table, but it could not dispel the cold undercurrent that spread silently in the air.

"You've worked really hard today, Sawamura-kun. I didn't expect that besides drawing, you're also so good at cooking."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice is soft and pleasant, with just the right amount of praise, as if it comes from genuine appreciation.

"No, nothing, just some daily meals."

Ying Lili lowered her head, her golden twintails swaying slightly, and there was a subtle tension in her voice. Her gaze kept drifting towards Lin Qing involuntarily, then quickly retracting like a frightened little rabbit.

The two girls smiled as they engaged in a "friendly" conversation that was as diplomatic as it was witty. Every word was polite, every syllable was flawless, but beneath the politeness lay a razor-sharp hostility that only they could understand.

And Lin Qing, the center of this silent war, seems to be in another dimension.

He leaned back in his chair, his demeanor calm, unfazed by the tense atmosphere at the table. He picked up his knife and fork, gracefully rolled up a handful of pasta, and placed it in his mouth.

"tasty."

He chewed it for a few moments and gave a bland comment that was enough to make someone ecstatic.

"Really, really?"

Eriri's eyes lit up instantly, and the nervousness and guilt on her face were washed away by a surge of joy. She straightened her back and secretly glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha, with a hint of obvious boasting in her eyes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha ignored all of this, just picked up the red wine glass, gently shook the bright red liquid inside, with a meaningful smile on her lips.

Eriri snorted, lowered her head, and began to eat the pasta in front of her in small bites. Her movements were a little anxious, as if she wanted to swallow all the resentment she had accumulated towards Kasumigaoka Utaha along with the tomato and meat sauce.

The table fell into silence for a moment, with only the crisp sound of knives and forks colliding with porcelain plates.

Time passes minute by minute.

Utaha Kasumigaoka savored her dinner leisurely, and her taste buds gave her the sourness of tomatoes, the saltiness of meat sauce, and a slightly harsh texture that was not cooked well.

Extremely mediocre craftsmanship.

But she doesn't care.

All her attention was focused on the blonde girl across from her.

Soon, something strange happened.

The first thing to change is the color.

Eriri's already fair face was slowly stained with a crimson blush, as if by a piece of fine silk. At first, the red was very light, like peach blossoms in early spring, but it soon spread, from her cheeks to her ears, and then to her slender, graceful neck, revealing an abnormal, alluring flush.

Next, breathing.

Her originally steady breathing began to become somewhat rapid, her chest rising and falling slightly, and each breath she took carried a hint of burning sensation. She subconsciously tugged at the collar of her dress, as if there were invisible shackles restraining her.

Then, the eyes.

Those emerald eyes, always tinged with a hint of pride, were now misty. Their gaze began to unfocus, losing its focus, as if looking past the people and objects before them into some distant, blurry void.

Finally, there's action.

The hand holding the knife and fork began to tremble slightly. Her body twisted slightly involuntarily in the chair, as if she was troubled by an inexplicable heat and was desperately looking for a cool outlet.

Everything is exactly as expected.

The medicine is taking effect.

"Sawamura-kun, what's wrong with you?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha finally put down the knife and fork in her hand and asked in a just right tone with a hint of surprise and worry.

Her voice, like a needle, pierced the calmness that Eriri tried hard to maintain.

"what"

Eriri raised her head as if waking up from a dream, and looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha with a blank look. It seemed that it took her several seconds to realize that the other person was talking to her.

"Your face is red, are you feeling unwell?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes were full of "sincere" concern, but deep in her wine-red eyes, there was a flicker of an irrepressible smile of a winner.

"No...nothing..."

Eriri's voice had become somewhat softer, losing its usual crispness, and carrying a kind of coquettishness that she herself hadn't noticed. She subconsciously pressed the back of her hand against her burning cheek, and the touch startled her.

"Maybe... maybe it's a little hot in the kitchen..."

She gave a lame excuse that even she couldn't convince herself.

"Really?" Kasumigaoka Utaha's smile became even gentler. "Would you like some water? Or get some fresh air? You seem to be sweating a lot."

As she spoke, she elegantly wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, and her eyes seemed to accidentally sweep across Eriri's smooth forehead, where a fine layer of fragrant sweat had indeed seeped out.

Eat your own fruit.

There are no more beautiful words than these four words.

Looking at Eriri's awkward state of being restless, with a dazed look in her eyes, yet trying to remain calm, Kasumigaoka Utaha felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure rising from the depths of her heart.

This feeling is even more satisfying than writing a million-selling masterpiece.

This was how she wanted to, step by step, drive this foolish, ignorant, blond loser into a corner. Make her taste the bittersweet defeat of her most cherished plan. Let her experience firsthand the ridiculous and shameful consequences of her despicable tactics.

Kasumigaoka Utaha elegantly picked up the wine glass and drank the remaining red wine in it.

The crimson liquid slid down his throat, bringing with it a hint of sweetness.

She was ready to sit back and enjoy the show that was about to begin.

She could even imagine that soon this blond idiot would completely lose his mind, behave in a disgraceful manner, and then be politely "invited" out by her in the name of a "friend."

From beginning to end, Lin Qing only saw a frail and sickly Sawamura who left halfway, and a considerate, generous and understanding self.

perfect.

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her eyes and looked at Lin Qing who was sitting on the main seat.

He had put down his knife and fork and was leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, his eyes watching everything calmly.

His eyes were still as deep as the sea, showing no emotion.

It was as if a god who was detached from the matter was watching indifferently a farce directed and performed by mortals.

For some reason, being stared at like this by him, Kasumigaoka Utaha felt a subtle strangeness in her heart.

But this strangeness was soon overwhelmed by the pleasure of victory.

She turned her gaze back to Eriri, who was almost collapsing, and the corners of her mouth formed a cold and gorgeous smile.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was about to say a few more sarcastic words.

She intended to use the most gentle and considerate tone to "care" for this blonde girl who was in trouble and was about to make a fool of herself.

Pour the poison called "goodwill" into the other person's ears drop by drop.

But just as she was about to speak, she met Eriri's eyes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's smile froze on her face in an instant.

She saw that although Ying Lili's pretty face was flushed and her body was hot, she looked dazed as if she was completely controlled by the drugs.

But deep within those emerald eyes, there was no trace of pain, confusion, or embarrassment.

What is burning there is the flame of victory.

It was undisguised, naked, directed at her, provocative and complacent.

It seems to be saying: You've been fooled.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The elegant classical music in the restaurant, the crisp sound of knives and forks clashing, the dazzling night view of Tokyo outside the window, in Kasumigaoka Utaha's world, all colors and sounds instantly faded away, leaving only a dead black and white.

A terrifying thought that chilled her entire body was like a dark bolt of lightning, tearing through her thoughts and striking her brain fiercely.

wrong.

Something is wrong.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze suddenly turned to Lin Qing who was sitting on the main seat.

He was still leaning back in his chair, his expression indifferent, his fingers tapping the table intermittently, as if he was indifferent to everything happening before his eyes.

But his body, his existence itself, is an absolute premise that cannot be ignored.

It was a monstrous body that could tear the Deep Sea King apart with bare hands, withstand the impact of Sea Kings, and disregard the laws of physics.

How could this little medicine from the secular world, something that even a street thug could easily get, have any effect on him?

Not to mention being effective, I'm afraid it can't even raise his body temperature by 0.1 degree or speed up his heartbeat by once.

This is not a question of poison and antidote at all.

This is like using a drop of water to shake a mountain.

Ridiculous.

Eriri... there's no way she doesn't know this.

She had followed Lin Qing for no less time than herself, and she had witnessed the actions of the foundation with her own eyes. She knew better than anyone that the man sitting there had long since gone beyond the scope of "humanity."

and so……