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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 323.

Chapter 323.

    Chapter 323.<h4><b><strong>Chapter 323. Troubling Developments: An Obnoxious Group of Customers. (4/4)</strong></b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Only when that group exited the store did I let out the sigh of exhaustion I’d held in the entire time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You should… be careful.” Yuna suddenly said that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can tell.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She… really despises and looks down on all guys. She treats them like they only exist for their money.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I got that hint. But what about you? She seems like pretty bad news.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s just how she naturally talks and acts to just about any girl, even ones who are in her inner circle of friends. She’s got what I like to call extreme bitch syndrome. Despite that, she doesn’t actually do anything bad to girls. She just says whateveres to mindpletely uncensored without caring about other people’s feelings.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m honestly shocked you’ve been able to tolerate that type of person for an entire year. You’ve got the tolerance of a Buddha.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. Tell me about it. But who am I to judge? I''m not much better than her. I just think foul-mouthed things instead of voicing them out loud like her. Maybe that’s why I’ve somehow gotten grouped together with them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Or maybe she just rubbed off on you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe. I have to admit, your trantion of what I really wanted to say to her was pretty spot on though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I have read that observation diary of yours after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. That is true I guess. Uh… by the way…”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You have some nerve hugging me like that without warning and making yourself out to be my boyfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They were eyesores, extremely annoying to listen to, and I wanted them to hurry up and leave.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is that all?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. That’s it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you think it’d be bad if Rosa found out?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’d understand.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Girls get jealous easily though.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll keep what happened just now between us and won’t expose you since you were just looking out for me. But… you better not try anything funny like that again. I’ll get mad next time, you got that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. Hey, that dream you had. Don’t you think it’s strangely simr to what happened just now? In that dream of yours, did I hug you from behind?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Haha, wouldn’t you like to know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not really.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, since you helped me out just now I suppose I don’t mind telling you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She moved her mouth right beside my ear and whispered with her left hand obstructing the view of her lips from the side, “Sex was the correct answer.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My heart stopped for a second and my body stiffened up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She blew into my ear as she teased, “Just kidding~ you only hugged me the way you did just now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned toward her and stumbled back a short distance as I scrutinized the uncharacteristic expression on her face. The tip of her fingers covered the front of her mouth, but I could see the corners of a rare natural smile peeking out from behind them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you get excited for a second?” She tilted her head to one side and asked with a tinge of innocent curiosity visible in her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I just had a micro heart attack. Are you picking up some bad habits from Rosa or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, the reason you were so opposed to Rosa at the start, was it because you associated her as being simr to that girl from just now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… maybe. That dream I had would certainly lead one to believe that is the case.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. You didn’t want Alicia to get stuck associating with someone like that the way you are now.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">I see. It started to make sense.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You really need to be careful now though. That girl is… bad news.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I admit, that was definitely a bit too impulsive of me. I’ve gotten toox these days.” Considering how my girlfriend was an assassin, it was to be expected. I’d already gotten entangled with my fair share of women I considered dangerous. My danger instincts had grown a bit numb to them by now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dangerous women aside, had I unknowingly developed a case of white knight syndrome? Ugh, I can’t believe I pulled a stunt like that. The old me would have outright ignored it. I was starting to drown in regret when I seriously reflected on my actions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’m definitely not going to do anything like that again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us returned to facing the counter side by side when I opened my mouth and made a request, “Hey, please remind me to never do what I just did again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, sure. But I’ll be sure to use it as material for a story.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can you not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way, there are people who eat up cheesy stuff like what you just pulled.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I won’t. I’ll write all about it down to the finest detail. Consider itpensation for me letting you hug me, not exposing your lie when you called me your girlfriend, and not bbing about it to Rosa.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’d frame it like that even when you benefited from it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Benefited? Now I’m going to have to deal with those girls badgering me about it. I’ll have to exin that we broke up when I start seeing them again next semester and I’ll have to listen to them making fun of me for it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. Well, I guess you’re right. My bad, I didn’t really consider that far ahead. Keeping the lie going in front of them would be bothersome.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey…” she hesitated for a moment and didn’t immediately continue with what she wanted to say.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uhh… this is just purely out of curiosity… but if you were to rank me among those four, who would you really rank the highest?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If we’re going by appearance alone, it’d definitely be that annoying girl.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, I figured as much.” She didn’t sound the slightest bit surprised.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“However, if we factor in both personality and appearance, then go by overall scores across the board, you’de out on top by a mile.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… what’s with that evaluation? You’re just biased, aren’t you?” She didn’t sound even remotely convinced.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you a bit of a cop-out? Going by appearance, you didn’t say where I would rank among them. You’re probably just giving personality some unreasonable weight in your ranking instead of valuing them equally.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you’re actually only 0.000001% behind first and currently in second ce looks-wise among the group.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Liar.” She was truly a woman hard to please.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. Am I? If I said you were first in my books, appearance-wise, you wouldn’t have believed me and thought it was just some lip service, right? You, yourself, don’t think youpare to them, but I think you’re much more attractive than them. Ten times out of ten, I’d pick you to work with over any of those useless-looking girls.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Work with? That sounds like some cheap constion prize. Who’d you rather have as a girlfriend?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As a girlfriend? Well, I think you’d be preferable to guys.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“To guys? I asked who you’d prefer, not guys.” She was persistent and as peculiar as ever when it came to wording.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I already have a girlfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you didn’t have a girlfriend though.” She really wasn’t letting me off the hook.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d prefer the girl I rated as being number one in appearance.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. Like girls are any better. If you had to pick between me and those two guys with money, don’t you think you’d pick the person with the greatest odds of sess in life?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wouldn’t even hesitate on who I’d pick.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Who would you pick then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The most responsible guy who wouldn’t be easily deceived by any old random woman who bats an eye their way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who would that be?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“None of the above.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you a cop-out now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what? We’re both cop-outs.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you had to pick out of the three though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The guy I’ve been with the longest out of the three.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? That’s pretty vague though. I don’t know whether you know either of the two those girls were with.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She lightly elbowed me on the gut, “What happened to your ‘I already have a girlfriend?’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s purely in the interest of scientific research purposes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Scientific research purposes? Sounds like a load of bull to me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s the truth though, I’m conducting a very serious study that requires an answer to this question.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? What’s the thesis statement for your research paper?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My coworker can’t possibly be crushing on a younger guy who already has a girlfriend, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, that’s quite the thesis statement. But sorry to inform you, I’m not crushing on you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Says the girl who jokes about <i><span style="font-weight:400">that</i><span style="font-weight:400"> in a dream.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re still caught up on that? It was just a little prank.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then consider my fictitious thesis statement payback for your little prank.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re so petty.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you for thepliment.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, you''re wee.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">With that, she returned to reading her book signaling the end of our little conversation.
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