I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Chiho kicked off her shoes and deliberately placed her feet on Natsumi's legs.

He even gave Xia Wuzhao a smile on purpose.

—Perhaps, it's revenge for him not saying a word earlier.

The cubicle was small, only able to fit two sofas and a table. A large screen on the wall was quite eye-catching, and two microphones were on the table.

Chiho held the remote control, selecting the song she would sing later.

"Summer Mist, what can you sing?"

Pointing at the screen, she asked this question deliberately.

"Can't do anything."

Xia Wuzhao felt there was no need to hide it.

Girls are like deer, very clever creatures. Even if you try to appear calm and boast about yourself, girls will still see through you.

Moreover, Xia Wuzhao felt that she didn't need to do that.

There's no need to deliberately try to please Chiho.

"Ugh, I really regret asking you." Chiho sighed, covering her head with a mournful expression: "You know absolutely nothing about romantic things."

"So romantic?"

"Boys who can sing always have a more romantic vibe," Chiho teased Natsume, stretching her arms vigorously.

"So what songs can you sing?"

"I'm very good at this," Chiho said smugly, quickly selecting a few songs.

After taking a quick look, Xia Wuzhao realized that they were all old songs, and many young people didn't even recognize them.

I don't really know Xia Wuzhao, and can only roughly guess its era from the blurry and nostalgic music video.

"Cough-cough-"

Chiho coughed dramatically, and as the music started, she looked at the lyrics and began to sing.

—Well, to put it simply, it was terrible.

You could even say he's tone-deaf.

"So this is how you sing?" Xia Wuzhao glanced at Qianhui calmly, which infuriated Qianhui: "Of course I can sing!"

However, she is tone-deaf and sings terribly.

"It sounds awful."

Xia Wuzhao's blunt remark made Chiho sullen.

“I just haven’t practiced before,” she explained. “I’ve never taken a class like this before.”

"If I were to play the piano, I would definitely play it very well."

Xia Wuzhao didn't look at her, but just stared at the flickering image on the screen: "Then I think singing is better."

Chiho was taken aback, and her eyes softened a little.

She twirled the end of her hair with her fingers and said casually, "It's okay."

—What exactly is the connection?

Perhaps, he will use the piano skills he was forced to practice under his mother's pressure to improve to please others.

And to treat it as something to brag about, that's what it means to have connections.

Do you really think so?

Xia Wuzhao asked Chiho in a very calm manner.

Chiho smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of you at all. I don't think there's any problem."

She fiddled with her long hair, swinging her toes back and forth.

"Because if it's deliberate avoidance, then it means you care too much."

That's what Chiho said.

But Xia Wuzhao said, "Can we really just turn a blind eye?"

If you really turn a blind eye, you can pretend you can't see anything.

Go show it off, go flaunt it.

—So, doesn't that mean we've lost?

The other side has already won, hasn't they?

Xia Wuzhao remained silent, the cramped and dimly lit cubicle filled with a somber atmosphere.

The colorful balls overhead projected many dazzling colored lights, making people feel dissatisfied.

"Chichi-"

Chiho tilted her head, looking at Natsugiri Kai sitting in the darkness.

She chuckled softly, but the laughter grew louder and louder until it finally broke into unrestrained, boisterous laughter.

"How gentle you are, Natsugiri."

“Gentle? Me?” Xia Wuzhao frowned. “It feels like when you can’t find any good qualities in others, you can only use the word ‘gentle’ to fool people.”

"Hey!"

Chiho let out a soft cry and sat up with a thud.

She stood on the sofa, exuding a precarious and unsteady aura.

Her long, crimson hair flowed like a sunset, and colorful beams of light cast dappled patterns on her fair skin.

She slowly walked to Xia Wuzhao's side, then turned around and sat on Xia Wuzhao's lap.

She stood face to face with Xia Wuzhao like that.

A composed smile graced her delicate face, her long eyelashes trembled, and her crimson eyes revealed a startling brilliance.

Xia Wuzhao felt a bit hot and wanted to see if she could turn on the air conditioner.

Chiho simply held Natsugiri Kai's head down, preventing him from moving.

"That's just how gentle I am, Natsume."

She smiled faintly and said very seriously, "We have already won, that's beyond doubt. It will never change, no matter what we do now."

"We will not lose again."

Xia Wuzhao looked at Chiho's pink lips and remained silent for a moment.

She added, "You're so heavy, my legs are a little numb."

"what--"

Chiho sighed wearily, punched Natsugiri Kai's shoulder hard, and complained.

"You really can't read the room, Natsume. For a girl, saying 'you're so heavy' is just too cruel."

"Besides, my legs also shared some of the weight just now."

She muttered, this time sitting completely on Xia Wuzhao's lap: "Now this is what it means to sit on your lap!"

Helpless, Chiho sighed again.

Chapter 426 Everything That Happened Like a Sudden Storm [4k]

Chiho glared angrily at Natsugiri.

Suddenly, she gently bumped Xia Wuzhao's forehead: "I just can't do anything with you."

At this moment, their eyes almost met.

Their eyelashes intertwined, their breaths mingling together.

With a soft chuckle, Chiho turned over and sat down on the sofa next to her.

Slapping his thigh: "Are you tired?"

"I'm a little tired." Xia Wuzhao did feel tired, not physically, but mentally.

"Then you can borrow my thigh."

Chiho slapped her thigh and said this in a very friendly manner, as if it were no big deal.

Xia Wuzhao hesitated, but Qianhui pushed his shoulder in dissatisfaction: "Your hesitation is too hurtful to girls."

So he had no choice but to rest his head on the girl's lap.

He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing.

But this sight made Chiho unable to help but laugh.

Playing with Xia Wuzhao's hair, she said, "I did something presumptuous. Actually, this kind of thing should have been done by A-Kui."

"why?"

"Because, compared to me, Aoi is more like your lover, isn't she?"

Chiho laughed, saying this without a care in the world: "I'm a little devil, a very despicable person."

As she said this, Chiho suddenly added, "Natsugiri Kai, you're actually despicable too."

"It's because he's so confident in something that he can handle things so effortlessly."

Chiho looked at Natsugiri Kai, only to find that Natsugiri Kai had already fallen asleep.

She puffed out her cheeks and woke Xia Wuzhao up.

"what happened?"

Xia Wuzhao looked very puzzled.

"I have a question," Chiho said, puffing out her cheeks and shaking her finger. "If you had a beautiful bird, would you choose to let it go or hold it tightly in your hand?"

Xia Wuzhao lowered her eyelids, but said firmly, "I will hold it tightly in my hand."

"Oh? Why?" Chiho asked with a smile as she looked at Natsugiri.

“Because letting things fly is such an arrogant thing,” Xia Wuzhao said. “Why should we assume that kind of thing is right?”

Chiho couldn't help but laugh, but then she asked, "Even if you hold onto that beautiful bird, it struggles, scratches your fingers, breaks free from your grasp, and finally flies away high."

"what would you do?"

"I would probably give my blessings," Xia Wuzhao said calmly.

There was not a trace of falsehood in his tone; it was the sincerity of his feelings.

"What a contradiction, Natsugiri."

Chiho couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"What a contradiction."

That was what Asakawa Yo was thinking when she left school.

As she walked down the stairs and up the ramp, her pace varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

When she walked fast, she felt contempt for herself.

When she walked slowly, she was thinking about other things.

"This is betrayal, a shameful betrayal!"

"How could you do that?"

She gritted her teeth and kicked at the fallen leaves on the road.

Occasionally, I would accidentally step into a puddle, which would soak my socks.

"What bad luck."

The stockings clinging tightly to her skin were so uncomfortable that Asakawa Yo couldn't help but frown.

"We're clearly the same kind of people, aren't we? How could you do that?"

"—It's just like those people who have always lived in happiness."