Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"Let's go, Chihiro."

"Well, let's go."

The two had never had such high hopes for the future.

They used to only think about surviving; they didn't dare to think about anything else.

Although he would occasionally say, "Want to go take a look at the top floor?"

But in truth, both of them had some suspicions in their hearts.

It's just that no one wants to shatter this last hope.

It's best to leave expectations as they are.

Returning our focus to Luo Zhen, he arrived at the research institute early this morning because it was Sunday.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Asukai Kiki, holding a teacup in her hand, walked over and said.

She's been quite busy these past few days and hasn't been spending much time at the research institute.

However, I have heard some things about Luo Zhen.

"It seems like you've been through a lot lately."

"Is that a lot? Actually, it's not that bad?"

Luo Zhen said after putting down the documents in his hand.

Although I didn't count them carefully, it seems like there are quite a lot.

First, the wasp appeared and chose Sakamoto, and then Gabriel came to this world.

Gabriel's situation is relatively stable, but things will get more complicated later on.

First, a group of monsters wanted to find someone whose name was written as 'Monster Princess' but read as 'scapegoat'.

Then another dim-witted Regulus Corneas appeared, and he came with Gojo Satoru, the white-haired guy.

Other things also happened during this period.

For example, two small plant spirits numbered AO-279.

There are also the knights who use Luo Zhen's location to beat up a bunch of unscrupulous editors.

I hope everyone is alright. I'm praying.

"Ah!"

Inoue Toshiki, who was writing a script, suddenly sneezed.

Just now, he suddenly couldn't control himself from writing and decided to return to his old ways.

But before you could even begin, a sneeze interrupted you.

"Who's talking about me?"

Rubbing his nose, Inoue Toshiki looked up and muttered.

The well-maintained razor blades on the desk gleamed coldly.

The cold blade was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over Inoue Toshiki's head.

They forcefully cut off all his bad thoughts.

"Forget it."

Shaking his head, Toshiki Inoue finally gave up on those tempting ideas.

While writing it might feel great, getting beaten up can be quite embarrassing.

Soon, Toshiki Inoue's debut work was born.

The differences in his work styles were so great that people once suspected he had used a ghostwriter.

"Right?"

Seeing Luo Zhen deep in thought, Asukai Kiki said.

Who would have thought he had a hidden workaholic side?

She had noticed this when she teamed up with Luo Zhen to complete missions before; Luo Zhen was usually fine.

But once they get into the zone, they prioritize their work goals.

The focus shifts to Joseph's side—

"His mouth was cut open, that's really something."

Squatting on the ground, Joseph looked at the dead man's wounds thoughtfully.

If it were anywhere else, he might have hesitated for a while, but the deceased was in Japan.

Japan has countless urban legends, and it's hard to say which one is the most famous.

But the more famous ones definitely have a certain legend behind them.

"The Slit-Mouthed Woman."

Joseph sighed as he covered the deceased with the white sheet again.

It is said to be a woman wearing a mask.

She would ask single people if she was pretty.

Am I pretty?

The woman wearing a mask asked the young boy in a school uniform behind her.

The boy being questioned had a slight flush on his face and looked expectant, his eyes revealing a longing for adulthood.

Gripping his phone tightly, he slowly began to speak:

"Pretty!"

"is it?"

With a gentle touch, the woman turned around, removed her mask, and asked:

"now what?"

Her once beautiful face was marred by gruesome wounds, and through the gash, one could vaguely see a tongue that did not resemble that of a human.

Chapter 194 What is the spirit of a gentleman? (Leaning back)

Makoto Itō's grades were not ideal.

Although I got into a decent high school, it's still quite different from the best local high school, Zongwu High School.

At school, Makoto Ito was a good student and worked very hard in his studies.

However, the guys around him were not very willing to get too close to Makoto Ito, because this guy always had an inexplicable charm with women.

This makes many boys very unhappy.

This morning, as usual, Makoto Ito prepared a lunchbox for himself.

Although he himself believed that his various skills were merely the minimum skills he had acquired out of necessity for making a living.

But in fact, his skills surpass those of many girls.

He even acquired additional skills such as carpentry.

In his words, this was a skill he acquired because his mother was away from home for many years, so there was nothing strange about it.

After preparing the bento, Makoto Ito stood in front of the mirror and tidied his makeup.

I'm still a handsome young man today.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Makoto Ito couldn't help but smile.

Sitting on the tram, Makoto Ito habitually put on his headphones and listened to music.

This is one of his little hobbies; he likes to listen to music on the tram.

In addition to that, there is one more thing...

Makoto Ito's eyes unconsciously drifted to a girl sitting not far from him.

She has a devilish figure and an angelic face, as well as an introverted personality that is completely opposite to her appearance.

Even without formal contact with Makoto Ito, it's clear that this girl is actually a very gentle girl, but also easily impulsive in matters of the heart.

It's strange, since Makoto Ito has never been in a serious relationship.

However, he has a great grasp of women's psychology, which is why he is always able to attract women.

After all, a guy who can always handle the conversation perfectly will always make a girl like him.

'How adorable!'

Looking at the girl who was sitting rather stiffly, Makoto Ito thought to himself.

Judging from the girl's uniform, she should be a student from the same school as him.

If there's a chance, maybe we could try exchanging ideas?

But she seems to have some aversion to boys?

Seeing the girl unconsciously adjusting her posture to try and get further away from the boy, Makoto Ito seemed to understand something.

"Hey."

Just then, a soft cry came.

A girl wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts looked at her shoes with some distress, clutching the handle.

These shoes seem a bit uncomfortable.

Maybe it's rubbing my feet?

Ito Makoto thought to himself indifferently.

He sometimes encounters this situation himself: the shoes fit well when first worn, but become uncomfortable when walking.

Ito Makoto didn't pay much attention to the girl whose face he couldn't see.

He's unlikely to have much interaction with a girl like that; he'd be better off looking at the girl from his school.

"Um, do you mind if I sit here, buddy?"

Just as Makoto Ito was about to continue his 'appreciation', a somewhat familiar voice came from behind him.

"Eh?"

Makoto Ito stared blankly at the girl.

This time he saw the girl's face clearly. Although she was wearing a thick mask, it was still obvious that she was a great beauty with a top-notch figure.

Although she wasn't his type of girl, he preferred athletic girls.

Her fair skin showed no signs of makeup.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She's a naturally beautiful woman.

Makoto Ito could almost certainly conclude that the girl had not undergone any plastic surgery.

Don't ask him how he knew.

The answer is talent.

"Ah, sure, that's fine."

Realizing what was happening, Makoto Ito quickly spoke up and moved to the side.

'That's strange, why does she insist on sitting here?'

Thinking this, Makoto Ito looked around the carriage with some confusion.

Although it was rush hour, there weren't too many people on the bus.

There weren't many empty seats, but there were still some.