vrcanaries Chapter 251 I'm afraid you'll find me disgusting
Chapter 251 I'm afraid you'll find me disgusting
The bamboo pole tugged at the hem of its clothes, "No need."
He touched the wine stains on his clothes and said, "I'll wash them when I get home."
Yan Xun had already finished cleaning the wine stains off his clothes and put the slightly damp clothes back on. He glanced at the bamboo pole a few times and said, "Whatever."
Bamboo Pole seemed to sense the displeasure in Yan Xun's tone, and he became slightly anxious, saying, "I'm just not used to this."
"Oh." Yan Xun nodded. "Move aside."
He looked at the bamboo pole blocking the bathroom door and said, "You're in the way."
"Are you angry?" Bamboo Pole asked.
"No," Yan Xun said. "I'm not angry."
"What do I have to be angry about?" He looked at the bamboo pole, his expression somewhat confused, as if he didn't understand why the bamboo pole was asking this question.
"...But I..." Bamboo Pole wanted to say, but he could sense that the other person was a little unhappy.
He remembered that the other person was a new resident who lived in a house with a white roof. Although he didn't get along well with his roommates, he overheard their conversation and knew that they were going to a party that night, a party that would invite everyone who had moved into the community that day.
“It’s my fault,” said Bamboo Pole. “I shouldn’t have been distracted.”
"You've gotten your clothes dirty."
Yan Xun: "..."
"I'm really not angry."
He didn't know how to talk to Zhugan. He asked the other to take off his shirt, which was indeed an attempt to observe him. Unlike his parents and Shuangshuang, Zhugan did not have any obvious NPC characteristics.
Since both of their clothes were dirty, Yan Xun took the opportunity to examine the bamboo pole to see if there were any special markings.
But if the other party is unwilling, he doesn't care.
He couldn't be too forceful and risk arousing unnecessary suspicion from the other party.
The more he insisted that he wasn't angry or losing his temper, the more Zhugan felt that Yan Xun was being sarcastic.
"..." For the first time, Yan Xun felt like he was having a conversation with a human. "I'm really not angry."
"real."
"I just want to get out."
He wondered if he had been too harsh in his tone, so he softened his voice and asked, "Could you please move aside?"
Unexpectedly, his words plunged Zhugan into a state of self-loathing.
"it's all my fault."
I shouldn't have gotten your clothes dirty.
The more Zhugan spoke, the more distressed he became, looking as if he wanted to stab himself. Finally, he glanced at Yan Xun and said, "...I'm just scared."
Yan Xun: ………………………………?
"What are you afraid of?" Yan Xun asked, puzzled. "Afraid I'll hit you?"
Does he look that fierce?
Yan Xun looked at himself in the mirror and thought, "I look great!"
Aside from his dark circles, fierce eyes, and sour expression... he's actually very gentle and kind!
“I’m afraid you’ll find me disgusting too,” Bamboo Pole said quickly.
He didn't even dare to look up at Yan Xun when he spoke.
"It's nothing," Yan Xun said.
Bamboo Pole immediately looked at Yan Xun, feeling slightly moved, when he heard Yan Xun say again—
"I've seen too many disgusting people, one more won't make a difference."
bamboo:"…………"
"Is that so?"
"Mm." Yan Xun nodded.
Zhu Gan was even more worried and saddened. He looked at Yan Xun and finally lifted the hem of his clothes to take off his wine-stained coat.
Upon seeing the upper half of the bamboo pole, Yan Xun raised an eyebrow slightly—
The other person's body was covered with many scars, densely distributed on their thin, bony body, which resembled a stick insect.
“Look at your body…” Yan Xun began.
The bamboo pole looked at him.
"Were you in a car accident?" Yan Xun asked.
The scars on the bamboo pole made him look like a person who had been torn apart and then pieced back together. From a distance, it looked as if countless centipedes were crawling on his body, absorbing its energy.
Seemingly surprised by Yan Xun's words, Zhu Gan was also somewhat dumbfounded.
He looked at the scars on his body, then walked to the pool and scrubbed his shirt, which was stained with alcohol. "Maybe."
"I can't remember."
"Actually, I don't know any of those three people." After hesitating for a long time, Bamboo Pole finally revealed this secret.
"When I woke up, I was standing in front of the villa with the three of them. They said they were my college roommates, but I have no recollection of them at all," Bamboo Pole said slowly.
"And I can sense that they don't like me."
The bamboo pole said again.
“Besides, I feel this place is strange, I don’t like it,” he told Yan Xun.
"And you?" he asked Yan Xun, continuing to scrub with his hands. The wine stain was probably too stubborn, and he scrubbed with more and more force with the bamboo pole—until he tore the clothes.
Bamboo Pole was a little confused, seemingly not understanding why the quality of his clothes was so poor.
He looked at Yan Xun with a pitiful expression, like a stray dog that had been kicked.
—It was still that kind of mongrel, about half a person's height, with a black muzzle and tan fur.
"...I..." Bamboo pole looked down at the clothes he had ruined in his hands, finally turned off the tap, and futilely touched the tears he had torn himself. "How stupid."
“My parents, my sister, and I moved here together,” Yan Xun answered the question Zhu Gan had asked earlier.
"I heard that the environment here is good, and everyone who lives here gets rich and leaves."
"Haven't you heard this rumor?"
Zhu Gan wrung out his wet shirt and then put it on, though the tear was so narrow that the scar on his body was not visible unless you looked closely.
“I’ve heard of it,” said the bamboo pole.
"That's what the butler said."
“But…” Zhu Gan looked at Yan Xun, “I’m just a night shift worker at a supermarket. Getting rich is too far out of my reach.”
"I don't really like this place."
"The rules here feel very strange."
Yan Xun saw that he had changed his clothes, walked over to his side, asked him to move slightly to the side, and then opened the bathroom door.
As soon as the door opened, Yan Xun saw Lou Yanchuan waiting outside.
Lou Yanchuan looked at Yan Xun, then at the bamboo pole behind Yan Xun, and said, "I heard you came to the restroom, so I came to check."
"What are you looking at?"
"You don't trust me that much?"
Yan Xun asked.
He looked at Lou Yanchuan's wheelchair, then at the other side of the corridor, "There's an elevator here too?"
"Isn't that thoughtful?" Lou Yanchuan said.
He then said to Yan Xun, "Shuangshuang is looking for you."
Yan Xun turned to Zhu Gan and said, "Let's talk another day." After saying that, he walked behind Lou Yanchuan's wheelchair and pushed him to leave the second floor.
"Oh, right." Yan Xun pushed the wheelchair a few steps away, then turned back to Zhu Gan and said, "He is my uncle, and he lives with us in the house with the white roof."
He nodded at the bamboo pole, "You can come visit us at the white house anytime you have time."