Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 37, Section 16: Sincere Feelings

—Fourth Floor. Staff Rooms—

"Work clothes? Take them. Brooke's magazine? Take them. Brown pebbles? Take them. Honorary Citizen Medal? That thing seems to be easier to talk to the sheriff about, so I'll just slip it into my pocket and take it too."

"Hey~"

He Ye closed his suitcase and had packed all his things. He looked at the staff dormitory where he had lived for a month or so, his eyes slowly scanning around—he had written a diary here, talked with Brooke about "what to do with ten million crowns" in the bunk bed, and stared blankly at the sunset by the window when he got up.

Actually, he still has some feelings.

In every place you go, you meet people and things, and the images left in your mind are touched by the things you experience, until one afternoon when you look at your memories with a sense of loss.

Unfortunately, pretty girls were his current goal, but there weren't any curvy, sexy women in the bar. His life of boasting and joking wasn't bad either; he got along well with his colleagues, but he still couldn't let go of his longing for a new life.

Moreover, if we don't leave here, with Maclaurins and the others around, it feels no different from being a spy.

So—with her suitcase in her left hand and her guitar in her right, He Ye calmly walked out and strolled downstairs.

He thought he should leave through the back door for employees because there were National Security Bureau personnel there, a large number of them, making it a blatant arrest operation. There were probably even more officers lying in ambush at the front door.

He didn't want to attract attention.

He quickly went downstairs and put the guitar in the corner to return it to its owner. The band members would see it; it had his signature on it. He didn't know how many tens of thousands of yuan it would be worth if sold to fans.

Then I went back to the bar and finished my farewell drink.

"Have you packed everything?" Brooke asked as He Ye approached.

“Yes.” He Ye nodded.

"Big Bird Mojito." Brooke pushed it forward; this was the strongest drink He Ye had ever ordered. "It's free."

"Thank you." He Ye smiled and accepted it.

The two chatted as usual, without any particular tone, as if they would meet again at some point in the future and then talk about their daily lives and complain about their troubles.

until--

The wheels of the suitcase next to me suddenly started to move.

He Ye turned his head in confusion: "?"

Nicole suddenly appeared beside him, her eyes red as she clutched the suitcase, biting her lip and saying slowly and deliberately:
"You can't abandon me."

"...?" He Ye froze in his glass. "Huh?"

Brooke's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. He quickly shook his head when he met He Ye's gaze, indicating that he was not talking nonsense.

Just then, Miss Bena appeared beside her, took out her extinguished cigarette, and said calmly, "I told her everything."

"..." He Ye couldn't help but glance at the bartender, Bella, and then at Nicole, who was clinging to her suitcase like a vicious dog, before rubbing her forehead:
"This is really troublesome... Miss Bena, how could you leak this information? Telling you means I trust you."

Miss Bena took a deep breath and said slowly:
"Then you have no choice but to blame yourself for misjudging her. When I told her you were leaving, she burst into tears. Her tearful appearance makes me even more certain that telling her was the right thing to do."

"Try to get your suitcase back from her yourself. If you can't, just leave it here. Anyway, everyone in the bar would like you to stay longer, even Brooke."

After saying that, Miss Bena left without a care in the world, showing no remorse for causing trouble.

"I..." Brooke was a little speechless. After looking at He Ye awkwardly for a while, he could only shrug and admit, "Okay, I do have that thought, but shouldn't a friend honestly support everything he does?"

“Bro, you…” He Ye said in surprise, using his usual quirk.

"Sigh, you should worry about that girl at your feet first; she looks so sad crying." Brooke said and silently left.

"..."

Soon, only the two of them remained around the bar.

He Ye looked at Nicole, who was crying. She stared straight at Nicole, her heart seemingly filled with unspoken words. She bit her lip and hugged her suitcase, her actions conveying her feelings.

He Ye took a deep breath: "Give me the suitcase."

“…No,” she uttered.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"How could I dare?" she said, her voice trembling.

"Then give me the suitcase."

“…No.” She remained silent for a longer time.

Seeing this, He Ye said earnestly:

"Sigh, you need to understand one thing: I have no blood relation with you. I helped you only because I pitied you. Now I'm leaving, and you can't bother me anymore, because that's very immoral."

He Ye used moral blackmail to persuade her, but he was actually a little upset inside. After all, he knew that true feelings were rare in the world, and this child really loved him.

Nicole froze for a few seconds, then said sadly in a low voice, "But I haven't paid you back yet... You can't abandon me..."

He Ye looked at her with a normal expression, thought for a moment, and said:

“You don’t owe me anything. Let bygones be bygones. You’re not my servant. You should live in this society as an independent person. I’ve always told you that.”

“I…I…” Nicole stammered, sniffling, then lowered her head. “I can’t argue with you. Either you take me with you, or you don’t go. It can’t be like this.”

"Ouch!" He Ye slapped his thigh.

This girl is really unreasonable.

"Besides, I know what you're going to Scaves for! I've read that book under your pillow too. The girls in it are pretty, but if you wait two more years, I'll be just as pretty!"

Nicole suddenly got angry, feeling both sad and jealous, and of course, she didn't forget to hold onto her suitcase tightly.

“I drink more milk every day, Miss Bena said it’s very helpful, and I’m growing taller too! Can’t you look at me more often?”

Her choked voice drew the attention of some customers around her. Even the middle-aged supervisor noticed Nicole slacking off, but he unusually remained silent, urging the bartender next to him to stop looking and get to work as if he hadn't seen her.

"What are you looking at? Get to work!"

"Ooh!"

The bartender's colleague grabbed the plate and ran away in a flash.

He Ye felt a pang of sadness after hearing her words, because her feelings were so genuine. He hadn't expected that he was so important in her eyes, and his gaze, which he had always regarded as a girl, began to shift slightly.

It seems... makes sense?
But why can't I get over that mental hurdle?
Oh no, wait a minute, how did she lead me astray!
"You've misunderstood, I'm not that kind of person!" He Ye frowned and said seriously, "I'm not going to Skavis City to watch the annual beauty pageant, I have important business to attend to!"

"Then you can bring me along! I can do your laundry, mop the floor, and even mix drinks for you. Didn't you praise my cocktail skills before?!"

"That's a different matter!"

"It's because you like drinking that I studied so hard!"

"..." He Ye was speechless and felt weak.

Nicole, her eyes red, stared straight at him while clutching her suitcase.

At this moment, the argument drew attention not only from the guests, but also from the band members on stage. They understood what was happening and unanimously cheered for Nicole, hoping she would keep He Ye, as only she could do that.

Brooke, standing next to him, scratched his head. Although he didn't really want to admit that he wasn't loyal, he was definitely on Nicole's side.

And He Ye—

I'm feeling conflicted.

I'm so conflicted...

Finally, the wall of the heart loosened.

He Ye understood that bringing Nicole along wasn't such a hindrance, after all, she was a girl who kept her word.

It's all his fault for not being able to bring himself to say goodbye quietly from the beginning. He knew that secrets are hard to keep, so he couldn't blame Bella.

"Okay, you've convinced me."

He Ye sighed and looked at her one last time: "Can you give me the suitcase now?"

Nicole blinked her tearful eyes, sniffled, and sobbed, "Really? You agreed?"

"Yes, there's nothing I can do about it... After all, you're so stubborn, how come I never noticed before?" He Ye said with a helpless smile.

"Yay!" Nicole immediately stopped crying and ran up to hug He Ye, wiping away her tears.

He Ye was sitting in his seat and almost fell over by her hug. He subconsciously raised his hand without touching her, as if he were surrendering. But soon, he realized that this was just a way of expressing affection.

“I really can’t live without you, sir.”

Nicole buried her head in He Ye's chest and said emotionally.

The colleagues who were watching breathed a sigh of relief but were also a little disappointed. Although they couldn't keep He Ye here, at least the two of them were still together, so that there wouldn't be a heartbroken girl left in the store.

Just then, Brooke approached, whistling: "Finished chatting with you two? Looks like I need to mix another farewell drink."

Nicole looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "You're too kind!"

He Ye was tempted: "I'll drink it for her."

“No problem.” Brooke nodded. As he mixed drinks nearby, he watched the two of them chatting. He Ye reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, like an older brother taking care of his younger sister. Brooke felt that the emotions Nicole was trying to convey were still a bit distant.

However, seeing that she succeeded, Brooke was also somewhat moved.

"So, are you really not considering staying a little longer?"

Brooke, shaking the flask, asked casually but with a clear purpose:
"Two months later, there will be an annual beach festival in Greenley City. It will be in June, and the beach will be full of bikini-clad beauties. There will be volleyball games and surfing, etc... Oh, you should really see those snow-white skin."

Brooke spoke softly, describing the beautiful scene: clear blue skies and waters, bright sunshine, bikini-clad beauties strolling and laughing on the beach, and the surging waves not only on the sea—

And these will be available in just two months.

Hearing this, He Ye blinked. There was no doubt that bikini-clad beauties were far superior to beauty pageants—he seemed to have made a careless mistake.

"Really? You're not lying to me?" He Ye raised an eyebrow.

“I can show you last year’s beach festival newspaper,” Brooke explained calmly. “The headline was that star Inova almost had her bra blown off by a wave during a swimming race, and that scene became tabloid news. You know, these kinds of risqué scenes happen every year.”

He Ye fell silent after listening.

He fell into deep thought, weighing the two scenes.

Although there is a two-month gap in between, the best way is to watch the beauty pageant and then come back, but money is a problem - he can't find such a high-paying job again after leaving Big Bird's Bar.

hiss……

Just as He Ye was about to say that she might not be in such a hurry to leave, and could stay a little longer to earn some more money—

Brooke sighed and raised his hand to stop speaking.

"never mind."

Brooke believed that He Ye's silence and contemplation stemmed from considerations of friendship: that is, in the face of persuasion from his friend, he was considering whether to give up the distant place and stay.

He didn't want his brother to feel regretful.

So, just a second before He Ye was about to explain, Brooke spoke first:
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't mention it. After all, you should follow your heart, shouldn't you? Don't give up the scenery in the distance because of our relationship. As a friend, I should wish you well."

Brooke said with a sense of relief.

"Uh, no..." He Ye was a little embarrassed because he was just about to say that he wasn't in such a hurry to leave, and the bikini-clad beauties on the beach were also very attractive.

But when he said that, He Ye didn't know what to say next... After all, it was he who said he wanted to leave in the first place.

Even then, a bartender colleague overheard the conversation and patted He Ye on the shoulder.

Hope you have a great time in Scaves.

no--

The band members also began to say goodbye on stage. They sang together Chang Chen-yue's "Goodbye". The man with dreadlocks played the drums with deep emotion, the bassist sang loudly, drowning out the bass, and the keyboardist Zhalan even stood up to play again.

"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye~" they sang.

It seems like I really have no choice but to leave now.

But He Ye also really wanted to see the beach festival. This situation made He Ye a little embarrassed. If Brooke had told him about this good news earlier, he wouldn't have been thinking about the lousy beauty pageant in Skavis City.

"Uh... I'll miss you all."

He Ye pursed his lips, trying to get Brooke to ask him to stay. He stood up and reached out his hand to shake hers, but Nicole disappeared in a flash, apparently having gone back to her room to pack her luggage.

Of course, she has now run down, still wrapped in the blue cloth of that flower thief, after all, Brooke and He Ye talked for quite a while about the beach bikinis.

"Have a safe trip. I'll take pictures of bikini-clad beauties and the azure sea and send them to you." Brooke extended her hand to shake his, seemingly showing off but actually sincerely saying goodbye to her good friend.

Heye: "..."

Oh my god.

"%☆￥＆…" He Ye struggled to make faces for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to admit it. After all, it would be too embarrassing to say he didn't want to leave at this moment.

He had already said goodbye to everyone at the bar, and even received farewell gifts from his colleagues—such as the sexy magazine that Brooke had given him, the good wine that several bartenders had chipped in to buy for him, and souvenirs from several band members.

Ugh.

Miscalculated.

He Ye had no choice but to slowly let go of her hand and say goodbye in a tone that suggested she didn't really want to leave: "Then I'll leave through the back door."

"Goodbye," Brooke said again.

Nicole took He Ye's suitcase and immediately followed, saying, "I'll lead the way!"

The two attracted a lot of attention, but no one said anything to stop them. The customers in the store assumed that it was an employee leaving rather than the legendary lead singer leaving.
The colleagues had already prepared themselves mentally, so they simply watched and offered their blessings.

Even the band members who were most reluctant to part on stage—the members of the Teens in Times—were singing along.

I'm afraid I won't have the chance.

Saying goodbye to you

Because I might never see you again.

The cheerful melody was tinged with deep emotion; though he didn't really want to leave, he had to go at this moment. He Ye really wanted to see the surging sea and the billowing bikinis, but no one could understand his heart, so he could only silently move forward, following the song with a myriad of emotions.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

"A familiar place and you"

"When we have to part, my tears will fall."

Finally, I reached the stairwell leading to the staff entrance, passed the table in the secluded corner with buckets and mops, and walked another twenty or so steps to the back door, where I said goodbye to the work and people here that paid me 1500 a week.

Sigh... I never expected that at this moment, He Ye would be the one who would miss it the most.

Just then, someone suddenly came running down the stairs in front of them. The man looked like a wild boar charging around, his face full of terror!
"Get out of here! You bastard!"

It was a green-haired, yellow-skinned man who actually pushed the burly security guard to the ground and then ran towards the bar entrance without stopping!
Exclamations and his angry rebukes rang out one after another.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Hey, you spilled my wine!"

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Upon seeing this fierce confrontation, He Ye and Nicole, who were closest, were so frightened that they immediately huddled against the wall and hid, watching the 'green boar' quickly run towards the door.

Behind him, a series of footsteps sounded one after another!
"Don't run!"

"National Security Bureau Investigation Division Four Team is on a spy arrest mission! Everyone, do not move!"

"Stop him!"

"The three teams at the entrance, prepare to provide backup!"

More and more chaotic sounds suddenly arose. Several plainclothes police officers rushed down the stairs. Their faces were serious as they ran closely toward the fleeing green-haired man, completely ignoring He Ye who was pressed against the wall.

Among them was the light blonde girl, whose sharp eyes were incredibly cool. She flipped the table in front of her with one hand, her long hair sweeping past her eyes with agile movements.

Whoosh~ It seems it has nothing to do with him at all.

He Ye and Nicole exchanged a glance, then pressed themselves against the wall for the moment, watching as a large number of police officers poured into the bar entrance.

The fugitive is surrounded.

Seeing this, the green-haired spy was also filled with despair, because he was surrounded from both sides and had nowhere to escape. Just as he was about to commit suicide, he was knocked down again, and the police officer inserted his finger into his mouth!
"Control him, he's trying to kill himself!"

"David!"

In an instant, several police officers had pinned him down and subdued him!
The patrons in the bar were stunned, and the band playing on stage stopped abruptly. Only the continuous influx of police officers and the gradually subsiding commotion remained—they had arrested two spies but not Perkins, the owner.

It seems the show is over.

As expected, this spy arrest operation by the investigation department had nothing to do with He Ye. He had hidden himself very well, and even his spy file had been destroyed. Strictly speaking, he was not a spy at all.

But it's more like just watching the show.

"Let's go, sir."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

He Ye and Nicole were talking when they looked away and prepared to leave through the employee entrance at the back.

But then an unexpected event occurred.

The shocked, frustrated, incredulous yet tentative voice came from behind He Ye—the man's voice seemed to pierce through all the noise, making He Ye stop in his tracks.

“Marlens?…”

Ridley's voice rang out from the group of officers behind him.

Heye: "?"

yeah?
(End of this chapter)