What if the lord is too popular

Ubuyashiki House

Not long after Yaozai left, the sky began to darken.

Lantang went back to the guest room to sleep, while Mori Ogai sat on the edge of the bedroom bed in a daze.

He stroked the sheets that were still warm, and within an hour, everything changed.

Human beings are indeed fast-changing animals.

Alice tiptoed in and stood beside him:

"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lured Lan Tang over."

Mori Ogai raised his head and looked straight into the girl's eyes without hesitation.

"Because I sent you back to bed last night, you're jealous of him, aren't you?"

The girl was speechless.

The ugliest emotions are made public, and even Alice is ashamed.

She pursed her lips, her face pale.

Seeing this, Mori Ogai sighed deeply:

"Forget it, it's none of your business, it's between us."

The voltage line reserved in advance will always explode.

He said "we," with a deliberate understatement.

Like somewhere in the bottom of my heart, I'm still secretly delighted by the connection between him and Yaoya.

Alice bowed her head and cried.

Perhaps it is empathy for Mori Ogai's powerlessness.Or maybe, she finally understood the world of Mori Ogai and Ubuyashiki Yoya, and no one could enter.

Not even if she was created by Mori Ogai himself.

When love is extremely exclusive, even jealousy is meaningless.

But she apologized carefully and tirelessly.

"There must be some way..."

"It's all over, don't worry about it." Mori Ogai interrupted her hastily, and patted her on the shoulder.

The man got up to tidy up Yaozai's bedroom, and remembered how the other party ran away a while ago, he couldn't help but smile.

We are all adults, even if we parted ways, we should be decent.

That guy didn't seem to understand this truth, anyone could see through the embarrassment of his back.

just like-

He really liked himself.

He's really good at acting.

Mori Ou was ridiculing inwardly, but the actions of his subordinates were extremely gentle.

Click.

There was a slight sound, but the leader who was immersed in his thoughts did not hear it.

Alice, who followed behind him, caught him.

She followed the prestige, and what caught her eyes was a small black square object.

Accompanied by the leader all year round, the girl's intuition is very keen.

She bent down to pick it up, hesitated for a while and spoke to Mori Ogai:

"... Rintaro, what is this?"

Mori Ogai straightened up, looked at her outstretched palm, his expression changed:

"Where did you find out?"

Seeing that the man was willing to pay attention to her, Alice wished she could tell the whole story:

"You were making the bed just now. I heard a sound and found it on the ground." She paused and asked again, "What is this?"

After all, it is the nature of a child, curiosity prevailing.

Sen Ou retracted his eyes: "Yes..."

Before the words fell, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

thump thump—

At this moment, there are only him and Lantang in the Ubuyashiki family.

The identity of the visitor is beyond his consideration.

Surprise flashed across Mori Ogai's eyes—doesn't this vampire even need to sleep?

He quickly took something from Alice's hand and stuffed it into his pocket, and opened the door as if nothing had happened.

pat—

"Is there a problem?"

Mori Ogai supported the door frame with one hand, his eyes were cold.

Lan Tang was taken aback by his serious expression, and swallowed:

"Did you really just quarrel yesterday?"

The young man dodged his eyes and hesitated.

His intentions were clear.

Mori Ogai snorted lightly: "We really didn't do anything exciting after that."

The man again denied it categorically, while lying to the vampire, he also lied to himself.

He could even imagine Lan Tang tossing and turning in the dark environment next door.

After all, when you are young, you will be entangled in such boring things.

But Mori Ogai refused to stop there.

Strictly speaking, he and this Lan Tang are rivals in love.

How can a man give his rival a good face?

He bluntly said: "Mr. Lantang, you like Miyashiki, right? Are you going to give up what I did with him?"

He deliberately paused, admiring the fleeting panic in the vampire's eyes, and cast a heavy blow:

"If so, with all due respect, your liking is really shallow."

"..."

Lan Tang sensed his hostility, and raised his head suddenly after a few seconds of deliberation:

"So, I have the right to pursue him."

"..."

Mori Ogai didn't expect the youth to declare war blatantly. After a brief moment of stupefaction, he clenched his fists and smiled calmly:

"Of course, I wish you success."

Lan Tang stared at him steadfastly, and after a while, he turned around and left with pride.

"Most definitely."

"Are you OK?"

Alice, who witnessed the whole process, asked timidly.

Mori Ogai looked at her with a pleasant smile, and sighed: "Ah, ah~ young people nowadays are really courageous."

This kind of desperate courage is too long a memory for him.

He closed the door vigilantly, holding the malfunctioning listening device in one hand, and dialing the number of Sanyashiki with the other.

beep beep—

It rang three times, but no one answered.

Mori Ogai was not annoyed, but a little happy.

Because that means—

He had an excuse to see the guy one more time.

After all, having a bugged home matters a lot.He just kindly reminded him for the sake of getting acquainted with Miyashiki.

The sky is overcast and cloudy, and it will rain heavily at any time.

Testing Center

After Yaoya drew his blood, he was listening to his colleague Yamada complaining:

"You don't know how busy I was yesterday. The police said that hundreds of people in Mafia at the port have to step up testing. Hundreds of people! It made me work overtime until 11 o'clock in the evening."

Yamada poured out his complaints like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, and it was only at the end that he suddenly remembered something.

"Uh, little Yaozai. That leader seems to be your friend?" He asked timidly.

Friends, this sparse and common vocabulary is like a sharp arrow piercing Yaozai's heart.

He didn't know how to define the current relationship with Mori Ogai.

Perhaps not as good as two strangers meeting for the first time.

Yaozai smiled self-deprecatingly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yamada is good at observing words and expressions. Seeing that the man is not interested, he quickly changed the subject:

"Anyway, your report is due out in half an hour. How about you just hang around and come back then?"

"Half an hour?" Yaozai raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "Isn't this in compliance with the regulations? There should be other samples before me..."

Yamada waved his hand indifferently: "What's the matter, get the results sooner, so that your kid can come back to help."

He grinned, and poked Yaozai with his elbow: "Besides, what's the matter with giving heroes some preferential treatment?"

He looked confident and confident, as if he was a high-level executive in the management center.

Yaozai laughed, pursed his lips and agreed.

It would be nice to be able to get back to work today.

Because he wasn't sure if he would meet Mori Ogai again when he got home.

"Then I'll come back later." He smiled.

"Okay, see you later."

……

Yaozai went out the door and bumped into the white figure head-on.

When he saw the other party's face clearly, he couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

"Mr. Ubuyashiki is such a coincidence, you also come for a blood test?"

The man's voice was calm and joyful, as if he really felt so.

But they all know that the opposite is true.

Yaozai took a step back, with an indifferent expression: "Mr. Yueyan."

[The brain system reminds at the right time: Master Ubuyashiki, Tsukihiko is the target of your strategy this time, you should be more enthusiastic. ]

[I know. ]

Yoya recalls the morning's argument with Mori Ogai.

"I have a right to know how many more times this will happen?"

"Until I reach my goal."

And Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi, whose pseudonym is "Yueyan", is his "target".

but-

Regardless of mood, now is not a good time to launch a strategy.

He and Wu Mi are still on guard against each other.

Thinking of this, Yaozai raised his lips and showed a smile that was neither far nor near, ready to pass by.

"Then I'll go first."

"it is good."

tap tap —

The distance between the two widened again and again.

Inward and outward, drifting away.

until-

Yue Yan suddenly called out to him:

"Mr. Ubuyashiki..."

Yaozai turned his head, doubts appeared in his eyes.

"If you're free later, how about having breakfast together?"

"..."

The invitation came unexpectedly.

Yaozai wanted to refuse without thinking, but reason told him:

This is a rare good opportunity, and it may be able to achieve the purpose of "breaking the ice".

"it is good."

He deliberately hesitated to answer for a few seconds.

"Then I'll wait for you outside."

……

Nearby restaurants

Yaozai sat facing Yueyan after ordering.

From his angle, he could clearly see a sneaky figure outside the window, poking his head.

"That man seems to be following Mr. Tsukihiko."

Yaozai propped his chin with both hands, seemingly casually said.

"Oh, a lowly tabloid reporter."

Yue Yan didn't turn his head back, smiling sarcasticly:

"Maybe you think you can find some hot celebrity news by following me?"

Yaozai teased with a smile: "Can't it be that you are interested in Mr. Yueyan himself?"

"Me?" Tsukihiko stopped rubbing the porcelain cup, "Then it's better to follow Mr. Ubayashiki, you are a famous hero. And I'm just an unlucky producer who was almost killed by a vampire."

Yaoza's smile was slightly suppressed, and he deeply realized that Yueyan in front of him was a man with a strong desire for revenge.

Moreover, he is very keen to turn over old accounts.

"For the sake of our shared suffering, just call me Miyashiki."

He calmly ignored the other party's ridicule.

"..."

Tsukihiko didn't answer, and looked at Yaozai intently.

He seemed to be thinking about some ulterior conspiracy he had.

After a while, the waiter serving coffee and sandwiches broke the weird atmosphere.

Tsukihiko put the napkin on his chest properly, and looked down critically at the food.

"I never get people called by their first names, but—"

He raised his head with bright eyes.

"You can be the first, for our sake."

"My pleasure, Tsukihiko."

Yaozai readily agreed.

Then, they all fell silent in unison, with only the occasional scraping of knives and forks on the table.

Eating without speaking is an essential quality for a gentleman.

Yaozai was stingy with giving the prying eyes a look.

But the man holding the camera and waiting there is more important than anything else.

[Yaozai: Xiao Tong, I want to use the ability "Script Writer"]

[System: OK, please set the role for the host, and press the confirm button.As long as the logic is closed and in line with the character's personality, it can be put into practice. ]

……

Half an hour later

After finishing their meal, the two walked out of the restaurant one after the other.

Yaozai glanced at the reporter's direction without any trace, and the moment Yueyan thoughtfully opened the door for him...

Seeing the timing, he staggered.

"Be careful—"

The man's exclamation resounded in his ears.

No matter how dirty the inside is, as long as you call yourself a "gentleman", you will have to help in public.

Yoya is looking forward to countless opportunities to meet Tsukihiko—

It is a vulgar and effective way to be hyped up by good people.

In the next second, he was hugged by Yue Yan.

When the reporter who had been watching for a long time saw this scene, he immediately ran like a leopard trying to catch his prey, and the camera kept clicking.

Click click.

"Hold... sorry." Yaozai pretended to be guilty, raised his head and said to Yueyan, "You can let me go."

After ensuring that the reporter took a high-resolution photo, he hurriedly wanted to get rid of the physical contact with Yue Yan.

but-

The man obviously had other thoughts, leaned close to his ear, and smiled jokingly:

"What's the matter, Ubuyashiki, you exercised too much last night, your legs are weak and you have no strength, right?"

"!"

A simple sentence made Yaozai blush.

How could this man know?

Yue Yan seemed to intend to ignite the suspicion and fear in Yao Zai's heart, and the goal was achieved, and he let go of him without hesitation.

"Mr. Tsukihiko, what is your relationship with Mr. Ubayashiki?"

The reporter rushed forward and dutifully held up the recording pen to ask questions.

The man put on airs and cleared his throat, before he could speak...

The black car across the street galloped away, the roar of the engine was deafening.

Yaozai followed the sound and looked into the distance, and saw from the half-open window—

Mori Ogai with a livid complexion and tight lips.

The author has something to say: before nine o'clock!

The king of crumbs is in his place hhh