Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 187 Jinx's Gift
"Weird, you're back!"

Jinx finally noticed Marcos at the door, she threw down the mop overjoyed, and hung on Marcos after a few jumps, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and said excitedly: "I have prepared a big gift for you! "

"..."

Marcus looked at the room comparable to the gangster's quarters in Dicheng, his eyelids twitched wildly: "This is the gift you gave me?! It's really... big enough!"

He gritted his teeth for this sentence, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

The room was rented by him, and he has lived in it for many years. Seeing that the dormitory at the Hex Research Institute can be checked out after being renovated, it was ruined by Jinx like this.

Based on the few times Marcus had contact with the landlord, he knew that the other party was a very pure old Piltover man, who was proud of himself, and seeing the room like this, he would inevitably spread some gossip in the aristocratic circle.

Although Marcos doesn't care, people always have a good face...

Of course, the most important thing is to redecorate the room before checking out, not to mention the trouble.

Although Marcos also doesn't care about this small amount of money, the money that should have been saved was spent for nothing because of Jinx. It always made Marcos feel like he went out for a stroll and came home to find that his wallet was lost. depression.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Jinx said with a playful smile as if asking for credit, "It's a pity that I accidentally knocked over the paint just now, otherwise it would be perfect."

The matter has come to this point, Marcus knows that even if he blames Jinx, it will be irreparable, so he can only force a smile: "I... like... shit! Didn't I say it several times, you are not allowed to enter my room casually?!"

Find some drudgery for Milo later and let him enjoy it!

Jinx can come and go in and out of her room at will, and Melo has an unshirkable responsibility.

If he didn't come up with a master key that could open most of the door locks on the market, and he himself didn't think Jinx would get it, how could she get in and out of her house so easily?
Well, Mellow has cultivated his shame over the years, so it shouldn't be a problem to take the blame.

Seeing Marcus's expression was unkind, Jinx got down from him, drooping her face: "I just think your previous room was too monotonous, so I want to give you a colorful living environment..."

"I should have told you, this room is rented, right?" Marcus took a deep breath and walked into the room. The smell of paint in the room was strong and a bit pungent.

He went to open the window to ventilate, only to find that the window was also graffitied with flowers, the paint was not dry, and his hands were stained all over.

"I thought you would like it." Jinx lowered her head and walked behind Marcos. She just wanted to share her favorite graffiti with Marcos, without considering how much trouble it would cause him.

Marcus opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything too serious, but said earnestly: "But this room is not our own after all. We can't do whatever we want in someone else's territory."

If he bought a house by himself in the future, Marcus would not mind leaving a wall for Jinx to let her graffiti.

After all, although Jinx's graffiti style is curious, but after a long time, it will feel a little cute.

Marcus turned his head, looked at the wall facing his bed, and wrote a sentence crookedly at an angle that could just be seen when lying on the bed: weirdo, the best weirdo in the world!

There is also a line of small words below: Jinx who likes weirdos the most.

Around and in the gaps between the fonts are full of Jinx-style hunting graffiti.

There are her best little monkeys, as well as her best little rhinos and little sharks.

In the corner, two letters that were not completely covered by the graffiti were exposed, and they could be discerned vaguely. The letter that was covered by more than half of the graffiti read: VI.
Jinx is really creating with her heart, leaving all her favorite and proudest works on this wall.

She is not making trouble, she is just expressing her emotions in this way.

"I'm sorry." Jinx bowed her head and apologized, "I'll try to exercise restraint in the future."

"It's okay. By the way..." Marcos looked at the sound of the music: "Where did this record player come from?"

There was an extra record player in the corner of the room at some point. Marcus was sure that before he went to the Shurima desert, there was absolutely no such piece of furniture in his home, and the money he left for Jinx and Melo was far from enough to buy one. such a machine.

"The pink-haired girl's father sent it yesterday." Jinx explained.

"Yesterday..." Marcus's face darkened: "So you stayed with me all these days when I left?"

Jinx realized that she had revealed another secret, and her expression panicked: "No! I definitely didn't sleep here!"

Marcos' forehead was bulging with blue veins: "Are you still sleeping in my bed!?"

"This...that..." Jinx talked about him from left to right, and slowly stepped back: "Wei is back, she must have missed me these days, I'll slip away first, no, I'll go back first! Bye, weirdo! "

"You stop!"

Marcus shouted loudly, Jinx turned around abruptly, rushed out of the room nimbly, and fled.

"Ugh……"

Sighing helplessly, Marcus turned off the record player in the past, and the room finally became quiet.

Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, he turned it on again, but turned down the volume.

Accompanied by restless music, Marcos walked into the bathroom, trying to wash off some of the paint that had just been stained on his hands.

Fortunately, he survived in the bathroom and was not poisoned by Jinx. When he turned on the faucet, Marcus saw a strange box beside the sink.

After washing the paint, he opened the box, and there was a brand new and expensive razor inside.

"This girl actually still remembers this."

When Marcus came back just now, he forgot to buy a new razor, but Jinx still thought about it and prepared one for him early.

Glancing at the emblem on the handle, he recognized that it was from a star brand in Picheng, and it was expensive.

It is estimated that most of the money left to Melo and the others was used to buy this razor. No wonder Jinx was wearing old clothes just now.

Putting the box back, Marcus walked out of the bathroom after washing, and most of the smell of paint in the room had dissipated.

He closed the doors and windows and got into bed.

In the past few days, he slept in the open air, except for the night he spent in the smuggling dock, which was a comfortable sleep, he never had a good night's sleep.

Today I was finally able to completely relax and sleep peacefully.

Accompanied by the music at just the right volume, Marcus tossed and turned, always feeling that something was wrong.

I reached out and touched it under the quilt, and it turned out to be wet!
"..."

"I rely on!"

"How old are you, why do you still wet the bed?"

Marcus cursed and got up to change the bedding.

(End of this chapter)