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Nightfall. "Hey... So, why isn't my perfect Ferris wheel plan good enough?" An indignant Millie stomped up the steps, her charming voice ech

Nightfall.

"Hey... So, why isn't my perfect Ferris wheel plan good enough?" An indignant Millie stomped up the steps, her charming voice echoing in the stairwell.

"No good. It's too green, too Japanese-style," Alain advised earnestly.

After leaving the Ferris wheel, they both tacitly avoided mentioning that incident. Alain took the opportunity to reject the so-called "Ferris wheel plan," and instead, they talked and laughed all the way to a location of extreme importance to him and Misha.

"Tch~" Millie looked out curiously, noticing the fragment of night sky at the end of the stairs. "So, this is where you stole your best friend's first kiss?"

She took the stairs two or three at a time, with Alain following closely behind. Before long, the two of them were standing on an open rooftop.

"...." Millie gazed at the starry sky, then looked at the rooftop's railing.

"'Stole her first kiss'... that verb is wrong. It was a mutual thing." Alain was helpless. Although, to be fair, there was a bit of a forced kiss element to it.

Millie, on the other side, didn't reply. She leaned against the railing, looking down. The city's night view and the crystal flower directly below came into view. She could vaguely imagine Alain and her best friend on this rooftop, getting close, snuggling, and then kissing.

Alain also leaned against the railing not far from her, thoughtfully watching Millie's side profile. The girl's profile was like an unglazed porcelain biscuit, the tip of her nose catching a sliver of shattered moonlight, her eyelashes casting a feathery shadow on her cheekbones, her slightly parted lips as if hiding half an unformed poem.

Last time, it was Misha who had accompanied him here. This time, it was Millie.

Returning to this rooftop, Alain wasn't simply scouting locations for the plan. In fact, he also intended to test Millie's attitude. He recounted the story of that time with Misha. Millie listened with rapt attention, the strands of hair stuck to the corner of her mouth trembling slightly with her astonished breaths.

"Tsk tsk tsk... You two are too green."

"What else did you want? Confess right after seeing the flower show?"

....

The two paused, staring at each other for a moment, then said in unison, "I feel like... that's not impossible."

Millie helplessly spread her hands, "Such a good opportunity, wasted by you just like that. Sigh."

"This kind of thing, you definitely have to prepare for it." Alain pretended to look at the park below, but his peripheral vision was fixed on Millie. "Like, the sentence I just said, I also had to mentally prepare for a long time."

He could clearly see Millie's hand on the railing clench for a moment, then loosen slightly.

"Tch... 'Bro, you smell so good,' what kind of confession is that?" The moonlight swaying in her pupils flickered.

"Then, can you demonstrate it correctly?"

She fell silent again, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Today, Alain was going to completely corrupt Millie.

The girl's hand drifted in front of her. Alain saw that move and knew she wanted to call out her equipment bar and give him a purple attack to ease the awkwardness. But unfortunately, this was reality.

After she failed to summon her equipment bar, Alain was about to launch another offensive when she, as if powerless, used the railing as a support, and as if giving up on something, lowered her hand. Then she turned around, facing him directly.

Alain saw his own silhouette dissolve in her dark blue pupils. The red on her face spread from behind her ears to the corners of her eyes. Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt, the blue and white pleated skirt wrinkling into waves in her palm.

"I like."

"I like you."

"I like you."

"I like you very much."

The night wind, carrying a dampness, suddenly wrapped around her wrist, rolling up her sleeve, revealing half an inch of fair, reddish skin.

Alain, slightly stunned, was about to reply. But he saw the shame on Millie's face completely retreat, as if nothing had happened.

"See? A confession has to be like Miss Hat's to count. Hmph hmph~ Bro, you're still a bit too green."

"I agree—" he had no hesitation. But the word "agree" had yet to leave his mouth before it was blocked by the clear blue light in his vision:

[Bluetooth Connected]

Millie had turned on the Bluetooth function of the game controller, temporarily immobilizing Alain's body. Damn it... I was indeed looking forward to being played with by the controller-wielding Millie one day, but not this kind of playing!

"Phew... If you had said it, I would have fallen for it." Millie patted her chest, still shaken. "Alright, the words I just said, you can use them on Misha!"

Millie showed off the game controller in her hand, then quickly ran away.

The controller's control could be easily broken with just a strong thought from Alain. But the short two seconds he was linked still gave Millie a chance to escape. At this moment, she had moved to the top of the stairs.

"Ah, right, it's about time, I have to go! Mm... good luck with your confession to Misha!"

"???"

In just a little while, Alain broke free. But he saw the girl fleeing the rooftop without looking back. The rapid "da da da" of footsteps on the stairs gradually faded.

Alain walked to the top of the stairs. By now, she had already disappeared into the darkness. Hmph, trying to escape?

"If I see you at home tonight, I'll definitely confess to you in front of Misha."

The sound of footsteps in the stairwell stumbled for a few moments.

"Huh?! How can that be? What if I accidentally accept!" the echo rippled.

"Then I'll kiss your mouth swollen tonight."

Alain heard her fall, her coquettish and angry curses, "Is this how you treat a tsundere?!"

"Get lost, female demon," he cursed with a smile. Her footsteps and voice no longer echoed.

Alain looked at his phone; there were indeed only a few minutes left before the scheduled time of seven o'clock.

"Good bro... you just wait."

After I confess to Misha, when I get home later, I'll drag Millie in front of me even if I have to pull her. Currently, his bro's progress was very smooth; it should just be the final push. In short: the corruption progress had reached at least 90%.

Picking up his phone, the bug fix progress had reached 80%. Good, it's stable. At this point, let's execute the original plan.

Strange. Thus, he dialed Misha's number.

"Let me see."

Inside the supermarket, the girl, with a basket full of various vegetables, was confusedly picking up a set of protective gear, hesitantly looking at the discounted price tag. "Original price 268, now 128?"

She looked at the baseball bat in her hand, then tried swinging it lightly a few times. A sound of breaking air was heard, startling the surrounding customers.

What's with this girl... she looks gentle and lovely, but she swings a baseball bat as easily as a writing brush?

"I feel like... I can buy it?" Thinking carefully, Alain's house really didn't have any decent self-defense tools. No. This kind of extra item must be properly approved by the head of the household!

Just then, a "rumble rumble rumble" vibration came from her pocket. Misha took out her phone and saw a call from Alain.

"Ah, darling, you could even anticipate this? Amazing~" The girl's smile, sweet as honey, made several passersby who wanted to hit on her retreat. She has a husband, can't afford it.

Misha remembered something: Alain seemed to have an important call to make tonight. Looking at the string of names, she was about to slide the screen. But at this moment, her shoulder was bumped by someone, and her phone slid to the ground with a "thud."

"Could you please watch where you're going?!"

Misha looked down with heartache at the gift Alain had given her. As she squatted down to pick up the phone, through the shadow of her bangs, she saw the person who had bumped into her.

Their lower body was unexpectedly "?"

It was like a mottled puppet. Deep black spots were sparsely scattered on its slender legs. The rounded joints were exposed, completely out of sync with the style of the real world.

"A puppet?"

Misha raised her head in confusion and saw a pair of deep, dark eyes. That puppet opened what looked like a mouth towards her, sharp teeth faintly visible inside.

Its whole body moved stiffly with a "kaka-kaka" sound, like a zombie, and it swung a hand like a cracking whip at Misha.

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