Chapter 1141
This is NOT GADAGEMU!!!
Without warning, an excited yet affectionate voice exploded in his mind, brimming with unreserved encouragement: "Brother! Go! Go!!! Take them down! Go for it!"
"..." Cui Ming's eyes instantly became calm and still, but the grip on the steering wheel tightened subtly, his fingertips turning a faint white. He remained silent, offering no response or making any further movements, as if the voice he had just heard was merely his imagination.
But the voice didn't stop at all; instead, it became even more enthusiastic, full of joyful support: "Brother! I will always support you! I'll give you my full morale, and I'll lend you a hand later!"
"..." Cui Ming remained silent, his gaze returning to the road ahead, though the slight furrow between his brows remained. He could clearly discern that this consciousness was not malicious, even carrying a hint of pure excitement, but the intimate address and absurd encouragement left him speechless.
This world's consciousness is a bit too abnormal.
Contrary to expectations of the world's will and aloofness, he was more like a clueless, immature young man who only cared about watching the show, calling him "brother" so casually, his mind filled with nothing but urging him to "take down" Ritsuko, so absurd that he didn't know how to react.
"Hey, Choi, what's wrong? Why did the car slow down a little just now?" Misato noticed the subtle change in the car's speed, put down her phone, looked up at the driver's seat, and asked in confusion. Ritsuko was also startled by this question, and quietly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on Choi Myung's profile, wanting to see if he had encountered any trouble.
Cui Ming pulled his wandering thoughts back, shook his head calmly, and suppressed the noisy voice in his mind: "It's nothing, I'll tell you later." He deliberately ignored the world consciousness that was still muttering encouragement in his mind, and just wanted to turn the page as soon as possible—he would tell Miri about this absurd interaction later.
Meanwhile, the world consciousness at the level of consciousness, seeing that Cui Ming ignored it, was not discouraged. It continued to float by with great interest, occasionally adding a few words in his mind such as "Brother, charge!" or "Be steady!" It brought its nature of enjoying the excitement to the extreme.
Ritsuko, sitting in the back seat, was still trying to calm herself down. Her fingertips repeatedly stroked the hem of her skirt, her mind replaying her earlier attraction to Choi Myung and the secret panic she felt.
A moment of silence filled the car. Ritsuko, as if having made up her mind, took a deep breath and suddenly shouted at Misato, "Miri!"
"What?! What's wrong, Ritsuko?!" Misato was looking down at her phone when she was startled by the sudden shout. She nearly dropped her phone, her face showing shock, and her voice rose several decibels.
Ritsuko met Misato's surprised gaze, her cheeks still flushed, but she forced herself to keep her tone steady and said seriously, "I suddenly feel that it's dangerous for a female college student like me to be out alone. Can I come to your house?" She spoke frankly, but there was a hint of evasion in her eyes—it was less about being worried about danger and more about wanting to use this as an excuse to stay with Choi Myung and Misato a little longer.
"Huh?" Misato was completely stunned, her eyes wide open as she stared at Ritsuko in disbelief, as if she hadn't heard her at all. Ritsuko was always independent and strong-willed, and would never offer to stay at someone else's house, let alone use "danger" as a reason. This was really too abnormal.
Miri opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back. She subconsciously turned to look at Choi Myung in the driver's seat, her eyes filled with a hint of pleading and probing—after all, this matter involved the two of them living together, and it still depended on Choi Myung's attitude.
"Choi, you decide!" Miri simply threw the problem to Choi, acting as if it were none of her business.
Cui Ming stared straight ahead, his tone flat and emotionless, as if he were just an insignificant driver: "I don't care, it's your friend's decision. I'm just a driver." He deliberately avoided the topic, not wanting to get involved in the two girls' thoughts, and also wanting to get rid of the increasingly excited jeers from his mind.
"..." Misato glanced at Choi Myung speechlessly, her eyes clearly saying, "You're really good at shifting blame." This guy, who clearly lived with her, acted like he was completely uninvolved; it was truly exasperating. She looked away, turning to Ritsuko, and seeing the barely concealed expectation in the other's eyes, finally relented. "Fine. Whew." Misato let out a long sigh, gritting her teeth as she squeezed out those two words, her tone tinged with reluctance and compromise—how could she not see through Ritsuko's intentions? It was clearly a case of ulterior motives, but what could she do when Ritsuko was her best friend?
Ritsuko, who was standing to the side, immediately beamed with joy and nodded quickly: "Thank you, Misato!"
Choi Myung parked the car steadily downstairs at the apartment building. The three of them got out one after another, remaining silent but each lost in their own thoughts—Ritsuko harbored secret joy, Misato suppressed a hint of resentment, and Choi Myung was still enduring the incessant clamor from his inner voice. The moment Ritsuko pushed open the apartment door, she saw Zeppelin inside, her face showing no surprise. After all, Misato had mentioned on the way there that there was such a "member" in the family.
However, when her gaze swept over the neat and tidy living room, Ritsuko couldn't help but turn to look at Misato, her tone carrying a hint of confident teasing: "It's so well organized. It's obviously not something you did, Misato." Whether it was the neatly folded cushions or the spotless coffee table, everything was completely different from the carefree Misato she remembered.
Misato was momentarily speechless, glaring at Ritsuko with annoyance, her eyes filled with resentment that said, "Can't you stop bringing up things you don't want to talk about?" She had never been good at housework, and the fact that the house was kept tidy was entirely thanks to Ritsuko.
"Why don't you hurry home?" Misato retorted irritably, trying to overpower the other person's teasing with her imposing manner.
"Excuse me." Ritsuko didn't take the bait at all. Instead, she bowed slightly, her tone frank and with a hint of deliberate obedience, as if to say, "I won't leave even if you chase me away."
"Damn it!" Misato gritted her teeth and stomped her feet in anger at Ritsuko's stubborn attitude, but she was helpless.
After all, she was the one who agreed to let her stay, and she was her best friend, so she couldn't just kick her out. She could only turn around angrily, walk into the living room, sit on the sofa, and deliberately avoid looking at Ritsuko.
Ritsuko suppressed a laugh and followed him inside, casually finding a seat, her gaze unconsciously following Choi Myung's figure. She saw Choi Myung take off his coat and hang it in the entryway, roll up his sleeves, and head towards the kitchen, expertly opening the refrigerator to check the ingredients—clearly preparing dinner.
Ritsuko wasn't surprised at all. After all, Misato was a friend she'd known since childhood, and she knew better than anyone how terrible Misato's cooking was. She could burn an egg to a crisp, forget to add water when boiling noodles—she could never make a decent meal. It seemed that Choi Myung had always been the one taking care of the family's meals. Looking at the busy figure at the kitchen doorway, a strange flutter rose in her heart, and even her gaze towards Misato held a hint of envy.
Misato noticed Ritsuko's gaze, pursed her lips, but didn't complain further. She leaned back on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, silently accepting that Choi Myung was managing the household affairs—over the years, she had long since grown accustomed to this secure care. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Choi Myung, while preparing ingredients, listened to his inner voice urging, "Brother! It's time to show off your culinary skills! Win them over with your stomachs!" He could only shake his head helplessly, his fingertips still moving steadily.
What the hell do you think you are? Are you sick in the head?
Ah, I really want to kill monsters! (End of Chapter)