Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

Thomas finished speaking, and the front desk fell into a long silence.

Across the corner, the skirmishers who followed him crossed their chests with their hands folded, feeling mixed emotions.

Nanke will never understand some things if he doesn't speak them outright.

Thanks to this talkative housekeeper with a dog tag, Naganmu finally knew that Ayato Kamisato had evil intentions towards her.

hateful.

His mind turned around for just a moment. The skirmisher looked sideways at Kamisato Ayato, who was listening in the corner like him, and raised his eyes mockingly: "It's amazing, a competitor? Ha, it turns out you were just playing the piano to a cow."

"There is no way, my ability is limited, I can't seduce you," Kamisato Ayato said calmly, using his height to find a psychological advantage, looking down at the stragglers and asking, "Can it be said that you have been honest with Miss Nanke?"

The skirmisher sneered: "Then..."

Half a syllable was stuck in the skirmisher's throat, and he couldn't say the words naturally.

No.

The skirmishers suddenly remembered.

He didn't express his love to Nanke.

I never said anything like "I like it" once.

...He actually never said that?

Kamisato Ayato saw the surprise of the stragglers and said with a smile: "It seems that we are all on the same starting line, so I'm relieved."

Who is starting from the same starting line as you?

The skirmisher clicked his tongue, glanced in the direction of the front desk, and walked out: "Have you said enough?"

Thomas was vigorously promoting his master to the bewildered Nanke, when he suddenly heard the warning from the stragglers who were so cold that he shivered reflexively.

Two hours ago, Thomas had just been beaten by this dark and beautiful boy.

Also beaten was Taromaru.

"Woof woof woof!" Taromaru shrank into Nanke's arms while baring his ferocious canine teeth and growling at the skirmishers.

A beast that relies on human power.

The skirmisher calmed his expression and stopped at a distance: "It's not safe to stay here."

Nanke lowered his head and touched Taromaru's head, remaining silent.

The skirmisher looked at her calm side face, clenched his fingers, then loosened them for a moment, and asked, "Aren't you going to say a word to me?"

Nanke still ignored him.

After a while, Nanke heard the skirmisher say "ok" in a calm voice.

Nanke suppressed his gaze and didn't look over. After a while, Taro Maru calmed down, lying on Nanke's knees and staring around the corner warily.

The skirmishers neither left nor made a sound.

Nanke glanced over secretly and saw the skirmisher leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring at his toes expressionlessly.

Like a cat that just quietly lies in a corner when it doesn't get attention.

For a moment, Nanke thought.

Although he almost hurt someone, the broken wall of the tea room was still in front of him.

But he actually had a good sense of proportion, and he had already made such a rare compromise and concession.

Could she call his name and walk towards him?

What she wanted was nothing more than the change he was willing to make for her.

Already, enough.

……

Thoughts like that.

Ups and downs, gradually taking on the color of self-deprecation and self-hatred.

Nanke's fingers followed the thick hair on Taromaru's neck and combed it down mechanically over and over again.

Just realized it now.

Her bottom line.

Especially for skirmishers.

It’s really incredibly low.

the other side.

The skirmisher also bit his cheek, repeating extremely familiar words in his mind.

Kamisato Ayato is right about one thing.

He really couldn't call her name.

He pursed his lips tightly and held his breath attentively. The pronunciation of those two words emerged in his ears through imagination.

Just like this, an inexplicable heat spread along the internal organs and rose up to the throat.

The skirmisher rolled up the tip of his tongue and pressed it against the roof of his mouth, tightened his arms crossed in front of his chest, and suppressed the unspeakable reaction silently.

How embarrassing.

Occasionally witnessing Nanke's shame, he felt disdainful.

It turns out that it's almost the same if you put it on yourself.

A person who can't even pronounce the other person's name.

Even if you want to reconcile, how should you apologize?

The air was very quiet, and the two people had their own thoughts.

Toma, who was forced to participate in this scene, felt like there were countless Taro Maru crawling around his body.

I really envy Taromaru, who can't read the air, and has forgotten his hatred and fell asleep under the gentle touch of the young lady.

But he could only be blocked at the back of the front desk, counting the water drops dripping from the tips of his hair on the table from one to ninety-nine, not even daring to move a finger without permission.

What is the master doing?

Come out and save me!

The silent shouting failed, and the deadlock was broken by Miss Shao, the real salesperson of Mulao Teahouse who came back from outside.

He is probably a member of the final team. He is highly regarded for his shrewdness and ability. He is usually responsible for meeting people from all walks of life and passing on information at the Mu Le Tea House.

"The lady and the traveler have entered the city, Toma..." Sui held hands with Zaoyou who was in a daze, and as he spoke, he opened the curtain at the door of the tea room and was stunned for a moment when he saw three living people.

The rebels should all be hiding in the dark room. What is the situation with the two extra people?

Nan Ke raised his head following the sound, and Suo looked at each other and immediately recognized each other.

They met each other the last time they came to Mu Le Teahouse.

He then automatically added Nanke and the skirmishers to his group: "Go in quickly, don't let the travelers discover the clues. Also, tell General Wulang that you can start taking action."

Nanke hesitated and put down Taro Wan: "Okay."

On the way over, he passed by the private room where he had played chess before, and Nan Ke took a look inside.

A few screens temporarily covered the mess of broken doors and windows. In the gap that was only large enough for one person to pass, Ayato Kamisato was dozing off with half of his head propped up.

Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes and looked over.

Nanke turned his eyes away in time and passed by at a faster speed.

"I thought you would do the same to Mitsuyo." The skirmisher followed her two steps behind, speaking without distinguishing happiness or anger.

Nanke ignored him and raised his hand to knock on the door: "Wanye? Goro?"

No one responded and the door was closed. Nanke knocked twice more and pushed the door open tentatively.

The room was empty, not a soul was to be seen.

They were obviously resting in this room.

Nanke looked around in confusion, walked in, followed by the skirmishers, closed the paper door with a bang, and then asked: "Do you want to continue to be his housekeeping officer?"

Nanke looked at the seams on the floor that seemed to be a secret door, squatted down and tapped it with the back of his knuckles.

Sure enough, there was a hollow echo from under the floor.

The skirmisher stood behind her, with his back straight, and bit his lip as he watched her black hair fall on both sides of her neck, revealing a white arc in the middle.

this woman.

Everyone knew what Kamisato Ayato had planned for her.

Haven't looked back yet.

Even if...he really plans to fall into the arms of someone else.

at least.

It's okay to have a word with him.

The rouge color at the end of the eyes gradually becomes thicker.

Her feigned indifference was more hurtful than Ayato Kamisato's sweet words.

Nanke knocked on the floor a few more times, and finally a response came from below: "Who?"

Nanke stepped back half a step to make it easier for the other party to come out and check: "I am Nanke."

There was silence in the dark room for a moment, and the wooden floor was lifted up from below by a hand wearing an iron gauntlet.

Suddenly, another hand pressed down from above without saying hello.

Using too much force, the resistance soldier who was about to reveal his head hit his head and let out an "ouch" in pain.

The skirmisher pressed on Nanke's back, holding her shoulder with restraint with one hand, and stretched his other hand across her side to suppress the upward force under the wooden board.

"No."

The breath against the butterfly bone behind his back was low and trembling.

The hair falling on the back of the neck is cold.

Nanke looked at the skirmisher's hand pressing the floor hard.

The knuckles were long and flawless, and the joints had a bluish-white bone color due to exertion.