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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 269.

Chapter 269.

    Chapter 269.


    <strong>Chapter 269. Thearium, Operation Hook Up: Prelude to the Show. (3/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do I look like a dog to you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You look pretty hot if you ask me. This look makes your gloomy expression work. I actually wouldn’t mind being seen together in public with you when you’re looking like this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well I do mind, this is pure humiliation for me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well too bad, you’re the one who suggested this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was no pill for regret, I couldn’t agree more with that sentiment right now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what do we do now?” Izora asked when we got back to the table in the main hall and sat down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We wait for your ss to get here obviously. What else would we do?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We could look around the museum.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way, we’d have to spend more money to get in. The ticket I bought for us is only good for thearium show.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But that’s so boring.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Too bad. Besides, the exhibits are pretty boring anyway. There’s some stupid old wood ship, a historic recreation of an old street from the 1900s during some majorbor strike, some old native tents, an arctic exhibit, grasnds exhibit, earth history exhibit, wildlife exhibit, and a few more. Anyway, none of it is interesting in the slightest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There aren’t any dinosaur fossils or anything?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think there were one or two small ones.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? No big ones?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look, the museum exhibit area above us is pretty nd, the only thing this ce has going for it is that it has the onlyarium in the city. It tries to artificially recreate scenes in nature and history with a bunch of shitty exhibits no one cares about or has any attachment to, but it just feels lifeless and boring.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How this ce is still functioning is a mystery to me. There definitely aren’t enough peopleing for the museum itself. I’m sure if you removed the people who visited the museum as an afterthought of thearium and the students forced to as part of school field trips, they’d have next to no visitors. They definitely don’t make enough to keep this ce running through ticket sales for admission alone. If they didn’t receive funding from the government and charitable donations, this ce would be a sinking ship.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah, the state of the tourism industry in this city is really a joke. The prospects of doing business here are crappy too because of the high taxes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sound like a bitter old man.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am a bitter old man at heart.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please act the part of a spunky teenage goth guy better. You’re killing the image in my head.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? If you ask me, I thought I was doing pretty well. Fuck the establishment, right? Isn’t that the sort of punk mindset?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I mean… I guess… but it just doesn’t feel right.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve got to be more… like… wild.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wild? How exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… for example, put your hands up a bit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Like this?” I raised them straight up in the air over my head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No! Not over your head, you idiot. Elbows down but fist up with the back of your hand facing away from you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay…” I did as she said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now stick your middle fingers out to flip me off.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And stick your tongue out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Stick… my tongue out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can I not? Flipping someone off is fine and all… but sticking my tongue out while looking like this is a bit beyond my level of tolerance.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just do it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Resigned, I did as she requested. The second I stuck my tongue out, she raised her phone up and snapped a picture.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. This is it. You look much better like this.” She nodded to herself contentedly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Delete that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way. It’s pretty good. Besides, no one would even recognize you if they saw it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I would recognize it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what if you recognize it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sure my skin would crawl whenever I see myself in that picture making such a gesture.” My hand shot out to try and snatch the phone out of her hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Too bad, I’m not deleting it.” She stood up and tucked her phone away under her tube top inside an inner pocket.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us fought over her phone to delete the picture she took for the next hour.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You won’t be able to get my phone now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You think I care? Did you forget that I’m ying the part of your boyfriend today?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You… wouldn’t dare.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you remember what happenedst time you said that?” When I stood up from my seat and stretched my arm out, she took a step back away from me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you crazy? Were you seriously trying to get it here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. You didn’t have my permission to take that picture. I’ll do what I have to, to delete it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stepped forward and tried to grab her arm, but she dodged to the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey,e on now. It’s just a picture. What are you getting so serious for?” Strangely enough, she had a smile on her face and appeared amused by my negative reaction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, I’ll choose the hard way then.” I tried to catch her as she turned around and made a run for it but her wrist slipped through my fingers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you can catch me before my ss arrives, I’ll delete it. If you can’t, I won’t delete it.” As she fled she said that whileughing to herself happily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I ran after her as she exited the building. On her tail, as she ran up the stairs, she rounded the corner to the right and ran up the wheelchair ramp at the side. When she rounded the bend in the opposite direction, to the floor above ground level, I followed her up. When I was about to close the distance, she let out a cheerfulugh as she climbed up over the ledge and jumped back down to the ground. She slid a bit down the snowy ramp when shended.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stared at her, troubled as I hesitated whether to follow by jumping down or rounding the corner and descending down the stairs. I mean, the ground was pretty icy, I didn’t want to slip and injure myself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Be careful you idiot. You could hurt yourself.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She turned to me and asked cockily, “Too afraid to jump when it’s riskier?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, it’s different on a t surfacepared to an inclined one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I ran around the corner and descended down the stairs. She’d darted right past me and ran up the right set of stairs to the level above ground again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As I climbed the stairs she stopped at the center point between the two sets of stairs. I thought I’d be able to catch her when I made it to the top, but my eyes shot open when she jumped over the metal railing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked over the edge and saw her grinning up at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You were too slow~” she teased as she ran back inside and broke my line of sight.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I ran back down the stairs and entered the building again. I didn’t see her in the main hall when I got inside. She’d disappeared.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I checked my right down the small corridor with the elevator but didn’t see her there. Had she taken the elevator? No, that was unlikely. Unless it had already been open she wouldn’t have had enough time to get onto it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There wasn’t enough time for her to make it further down the main hall to hide behind the box office counter either. The only ce she had enough time to get to was the coatroom.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As such, I turned to my left and headed into the coatroom.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was definitely hidden among the coats kept within the long open rectangr box-shaped constructs. They were yellow on the exterior but had ck interiors which she could blend in with the clothes she had on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It had suddenly turned into a game of hide-and-seek.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The coatroom was quiterge. Aside from where you could store your coats away, there were also lockers at the back where you could keep any valuables you didn’t feelfortable leaving out in the open with your coat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In terms of size, it stretched about half the length of the main hall. And was about seventy or eight feet wide. There looked to be a second entrance to the coatroom closest to the side near the center of the main hallway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Toward the back, by the lockers, there was a men’s and women’s washroom in addition to a multi-purpose handicap one for both men and women between the gender-segregated washrooms.


    <span style="font-weight:400">No, where could she be hiding? If I tried searching blindly, there was a possibility she’d slip out one of the two exits and my search would be in vain.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The smart thing to do would be to camp the entrance until she gives in. However, I had to catch her before her ss showed up otherwise she wouldn’t delete the picture. It probably wouldn’t be very long before they got here too. I’de an hour earlier than they were supposed to arrive...
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