The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"Every time I see the men around me, I can't control my fists."

It's not like she was born with a violent tendency or anything, she just couldn't control herself. One punch could separate life and death or something like that. Hao Shu thought of the warmth and strength of her little hand against his abdomen when he just met her more than half a year ago, and he shuddered.

Perhaps there were other reasons. Shizuka Hiratsuka leaned slightly toward Hiroshi. So close, she could almost smell him. She narrowed her eyes. It was the first month of the year, and finally someone was around to keep her company. Happy New Year!

"You know what? I'll be thirty after this New Year."

There was a hint of madness in Shizuka Hiratsuka's voice. She could not resist the torrent of time at all. She was so powerless and yet wanted to struggle so much.

"So you are thirty years old now. Happy thirty."

Hiroshi repeated it for her twice because he thought it was very important. Isn't it said that important things should be repeated three times?

"You little brat!"

This time she was not angry. Her face under the soft light was like rippling water. There is a saying that goes, "There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart." This is probably what she was thinking.

This surprised Hiroshi. Didn't he say he couldn't control his fists? Why didn't he fight back despite his provocation? Was this still Hiratsuka Shizuka?

"You won't hit me?"

"what?"

"I always feel like you should have hit me for what you said just now."

"Pfft, how can you ask for such a thing, little brat?" She couldn't help but laugh. "Do you really enjoy being ravaged by my fists?"

"No, no, no, don't think too much. I'm just curious. Didn't you say earlier that you couldn't control your fists? Why do I feel like you haven't hit me in a while?"

"The unintentional words hit her heart directly. She slowly raised her head and looked at Haoshu, raised her hand, clenched her fist, and swung it out.

With a click, her fist gently rested on Haoshu's chest in front of Haoshu's stunned eyes, and her eyes were filled with soft light.

"Because you are special."

Chapter 200: No trace of Hiroki Gogen's dream

What did this punch mean? How much meaning did this sentence hold? Hiroshi couldn't hear a trace of hope or joy in his voice; the emotions were very complicated.

After such a posture, he fell into Jiang Chi again. Hao Shu didn't think that these words without any Xixi Haha were nonsense.

He lowered his head and looked at the fist that was lightly pressed against his chest. It was soft and without any strength. Unlike her usual strength, Shizuka Hiratsuka looked a little weak in this posture.

Time has not left any trace on her hands. Her skin glows under the light, as white as ice and snow, and so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

You can tell a person's appearance by looking at his body. At first glance, Hiroshi suddenly realized that the girl in front of him was actually very beautiful, with long eyelashes fluttering and eyes shining brightly under the light.

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Teacher Jing will definitely be very beautiful if she dresses up carefully. She will be the type that is super attractive."

"That's impossible." This was the only aspect in which her answer became inexplicably decisive and straightforward. She withdrew her hand, frowned, and pouting bitterly, she said, "Do you know how long it takes a girl to dress herself up carefully? I could do so many things with that time."

Having said this, she straightened her chest, picked up the wine in front of her and took a big sip.

"If I had that much time, I might as well sleep in a little longer. I could go out and eat as much delicious food as I want. I could watch as much Jump as I want!"

""

Looking at Shizuka Hiratsuka with a righteous look on her face, Hiroshi suddenly understood that there are no ugly women in the world, only lazy women.

And you use reading comics as an excuse to be lazy or something.

"Come to think of it, Teacher Jing, aren't you thirty years old? A thirty-year-old still watches Jump?"

"Can you please stop mentioning turning thirty?" Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyebrows twitched, her eyes glaring with murderous intent. "What does JUMP have to do with age? I've thought about quitting this addiction, but I just can't help it. Every time I pass by a bookstore, I want to go in and browse, and then when I come out, I unconsciously buy the new issue."

"And," she glanced at Hiroshi, "you have a part to play in this as well."

"??? What does it have to do with me? I didn't ask you to read comics, nor did I buy you the comic books. It hurts to say this."

Dazatza, Gulinaza, Malzahar, my friend.

"That's true, but you drew this."

"When will I go?" Hiroshi's mouth twitched. When did he, a writer, mess around with this stuff? But Shizuka Hiratsuka took out her mobile phone, opened the APP and opened a comic in front of Hiroshi. The big words "Five Updates" in front of the flashing screen made him unable to refute.

"What's wrong? You're capable of writing copy and storyboarding, but you're not capable of admitting it? It's because your stories are so brilliant that I can't quit. Every time I wait for your updates, I'm almost dying."

At some point, Shizuka Hiratsuka had withdrawn her hand and was looking at him with a resentful expression, which made Hiroshi shudder.

"Alright, I did it. I surrender." Hiroshi has never been good with words. If he had that invincible persuasion, he would have already cleaned up his own backyard, not caused such a mess. If you can't argue with him, why not just surrender? Besides, it's his own doing, why not admit it?

"How about this?" Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyes lit up, as if she had come up with a brilliant idea. "Why don't you just be my husband and move in with me? You'll be responsible for cooking and cleaning for me every day, and then you'll do your best to update the manga I want to read. That way, I won't have to wait so long for updates."

"Are you looking for a husband or a nanny? Even editors don't exploit authors like you do! Don't you know that you're draining the pond to catch fish?"

There were several deep black lines on Haoshu's forehead, and he looked at her speechlessly and said.

This guy is really hopeless, absolutely.

"Hahaha, the rest is just a joke." Shizuka Hiratsuka smiled somewhat exaggeratedly, patted Hiroki's shoulder and said.

Isn’t the front and the back a joke?

What happened before? Hiroshi chose temporary amnesia.

"Hiroshi, have a drink with me."

Shizuka Hiratsuka shook the wine in the glass, kicked her long legs and said with a smile, pretending as if nothing had happened.

The ability to control oneself is probably the greatest advantage that time brings to older women.

They are never hysterical and crazy. What time has given them is deeper sophistication and the ability to control their emotions. The so-called ability to smile in a friendly manner but be very angry, to cry bitterly but be very happy, to smile calmly but be very excited, these kinds of skills are abilities that young people do not have.

But everything has its limits. How long can she suppress herself? What will happen when she explodes? The alcohol continues to numb her mind and eliminate the emotions in her heart. She has already done her best.

"I'm a minor, and drinking is illegal."

"Then you can already be sentenced to life imprisonment, little drunkard."

"Who do you think you blame, old drunkard!"

Haoshu rolled his eyes, poured himself a glass, and swallowed heavily.

He felt a little uneasy. The atmosphere between them tonight was so strange. For some reason, that damned bear store manager had said, "I'm leaving the store to you. Remember to lock the door when you leave." He slipped out wrapped in his down jacket. And he thought, "This is them helping to look after the store, right?" That stupid bear had actually said the wine would be put on their account when he came back the next day. Was it okay to treat guests once in a while? Where had the boldness of the northern man gone?

The atmosphere nowadays is like a powder keg that can explode at any moment.

Looking at the calm-faced woman beside him drinking cup after cup with him, he looked up at the clock. It was half past eight, and the night was long.

Will it be okay if I drink this?

Hiroshi suddenly had a strange premonition that there was something terrifying about sitting next to a 30-year-old unmarried woman.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind is a world of lights and feasting, with an endless stream of cars and moving lights from far to near. The prosperous scene is a world of decadence and extravagance.

Suddenly, there was a weight on my shoulders, and I could smell the aroma of wine mixed with a hint of perfume between my nostrils.

This is Shizuka Hiratsuka's head, Hiroki knows.

It turns out she also wears perfume, it smells really nice.

then

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed of you. Guess what happened between us?"

The voice was slightly panting, as if he couldn't hold on any longer.

what happened?

These tantalizing words reminded Hiroshi of a pangolin that never uttered a word until its death.

What kind of dream did you have that could include me and make you gasp for breath?

Chapter 201 Gokogen Hiroki's Persistent Love

On the first night of the New Year away from home, the lights dimmed, wine flowed, whispers lingered, and the sweet friendship of a beloved woman lingered. The blue sky was filled with the lingering warmth of spring. Gazing out the window, the Milky Way, dotted with stars, its vastness rivaling the moon's brilliance. Just like her resolve at that moment, it burned hotter than a raging fire.

"I used you as a masturbation object."

The night breeze is gentle, letting it rock me into sleep.

Alcohol makes people braver. Shizuka Hiratsuka mustered up the courage to confess to Hiroki. She leaned on his shoulder, her other hand clenched into a fist. She was shy and nervous, looking forward to his response.

""

What kind of expression should I use at this moment? Honestly, Hiroshi was so startled that he missed the moment she expected him to respond.

"Are you startled?"

She didn't raise her head, still leaning lightly on his shoulder. Although she felt a little lost, her words did not show any shyness caused by what she had just said. Instead, she was more calm and at ease with the reality.

"Not really." Hiroshi shook his head. "This is just a normal need. Teacher, you should find someone to accompany you, otherwise you will get yourself hurt."

Hearing Hiroshi's serious expression, Shizuka Hiratsuka pursed her lips and smiled bitterly.

"You keep saying this over and over again, don't you really understand?"

She made it clear, and Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't want to hear him evade the question anymore, but could Hiroshi really answer her? Had she really thought about him?

Hiroshi felt that these past few days were really strange. It seemed as if the people around him were stimulated by something and wanted to break the balance he had been trying to maintain, break through the thin layer of window paper and face him.

"He felt his throat was a little dry, so he couldn't help but pick up the wine glass and took a big gulp. The cold wine rushed into his esophagus and his body instantly became hot. A strong smell of alcohol came out of his nose. He had never been good at drinking, so he felt a little dazed. He knew he had drunk too much.

"A few years ago, she was my sister, and after this year, she is my brother?" He muttered bitterly in his heart. He smiled and said to Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"It's okay, even if you use me as a masturbation object or something, I'm actually a little happy."

As if she had endured to the extreme, Shizuka Hiratsuka finally threw a punch. She swung her fist fiercely, powerfully and without restraint, and knocked Hiroshi off the stool with one punch. Hiroshi fainted and fell heavily to the floor. Shizuka Hiratsuka in front of her was gasping for breath, her eyes red and hot tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's you, after all. Such a stupid answer."

"Haha, you finally hit me." After shaking his limp body, Hiroshi tried to stand up but found that he had no strength. He could only smile again and said with a limp tongue. This smile was so dazzling in front of Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"If you don't express your opinions and emotions carelessly, no one will get hurt. After all, we're all adults, right?"

Hasn't he hurt enough people? His love history can now be written into a 450,000-word novel. Every time I think of this, I feel like a bastard.

"Shut up, you little brat!" Shizuka Hiratsuka rushed over and sat directly on him, pulling him up by the collar. "Who do you think you are? Stop being so self-righteous!"

"Do you think I don't know that you're in a relationship with Yuigahama? Do you think I don't know about your complicated relationship with Sawamura, Kasumigaoka, and Kato? Since you're so fickle, why can't you just give in to me, even if it's just a little comfort? You're such a scumbag, you're really terrible! Why don't you just die?"

She really cried. This strong woman, who always liked to smoke and look calm, was the first time Hiroshi saw her tears.

Hot, salty, it dripped onto his face in torrents and slipped into his mouth inadvertently.

What does a drunk person feel like? Their heartbeat quickens, their mind wanders, they break out in cold sweats, their sense of touch becomes sensitive, and their movements become slow.

Jing cried and hugged Haoshu tightly. The warm feeling and the power that seemed to melt him into her body were so hot and strong.

Really, I like him very much.

It’s so great to meet you. Hiroshi stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling her trembling and listening to her crying. He felt more and more heartbroken and more and more determined.

He felt a little regretful and wondered if he should not have agreed to come and see her just because he had nothing to do at home. Would she feel better if he didn't come?

Probably not.

Her crying was inevitable. On the contrary, with Hiroshi here, she at least had someone to vent her emotions to.

It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. Not expressing opinions is to prevent her from suffering anymore, so Hiroshi has to persist.

Cry, cry, after you’re done crying we can break up. Don’t cry for someone like me anymore, it’s not worth it.

It seemed like a moment, yet also like it lasted forever. The crying gradually stopped, and Haoshu was quietly held by her.

She is very stubborn. This is the first time I have met such a girl. Even after knowing that she was dumped, she still hugged him so arrogantly and beat him up.

"Hiroshi."

"Ok?"

"Is this all I can say? Is there really no other way?"

Her voice was hoarse from crying. It was hard to imagine that a 30-year-old could express such passionate emotions. This was very precious. If I had met you at the beginning, maybe

A soft light flashed across Hao Shu's eyes, and he responded again in a firm voice.

"Well, that's enough for now."

"Even if your number is still in my address book, if nothing unexpected happens, we won't have any intersection. Anyway, you won't call me or text me on your own initiative anymore. Maybe this is all we can do. All our intersections end here, and all that's left are our intersecting lines that are gradually drifting apart. Is this really all we can do?"

In the end, she showed no intention of giving up, and her voice was trembling.

"Hiroshi was silent. A relationship ended here and there. Everyone knew that this sudden feeling was very unsettling.