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Chapter 53 Approach (Part 1)

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Jin recalled “I’m afraid! Oh, shameless!” I remembered.

Feisha swings his head and extends from the short, “What’s wrong?”

Jin stood and cast the bed off. “Isfels really made my drink calm.

“… It’s really beautiful.

“Do you think he is worried again?” Jin leaned on the head of pain and looked for him.

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Feisha led her to the flower that blooms.

When he cried out with a surprise, Jin’s look suddenly stood on his head: “Have you really drawn your trunk? And you are really … I will not lose it.” He knew nothing else than the possibility that he did another because He was shocked, but he got too big. He stopped for a while and asked calmly. “Is he wonderful?”

Feisha looked at her regardless of her, “Do you have a cleaner idea?

Jin asked the doubt. “Is not he nice here?

“…” Feisha suddenly took short pants that floated on his pants. Later he paid attention to that place and said to Jean: “Do I look like a super hero?

Jin was afraid to see his crazy movement. “What’s this?”

Feisha does not care if he can understand it or not. He pulled his little towel over his head. “Do I look like Batman?”

“…” Jin said sadly: “You can also put your short in your mouth.

Feisha balanced his head and said: “No, I do not want to imitate you.

“…”

Feisha releases a pair of underwear and puts it in front of the other eyes: “These you knew they were the same style, as the short pants are like Isefel Style of style swimming … … Haha … ”

Jin looked at Feishu that he smiled strongly and his eyes were hardly seen in an unhappy look: “When you come back to the world to die, you will better know you. I think I will not tell anyone who does it.” Troublesome , that’s too embarrassing. Is not just naked pies? He does not need to laugh when he touches As’s fabric.

– He just jumped to the other side.

Feisha laughed and stopped and looked like his: “In your public world, do you think that’s my difference that you and the password are in memory?”

“…” Jin suddenly fell again. The rise was very painful, but more pain suddenly woke up with a peak, then I met Feishu. “Where’s the sleeve? Why are you here?

“He went to the kitchen to make a hamburger, he wanted me to be here and take care of you.

Jin stood in some bathroom pants: “Are you worried about bathrooms?

Feisha responded uneasily: “If you can not see something similar to this Jewelery swimming short and slightly, is it the case of anybody?”

“Oh my head hurts!” Jin put a blank blanket.

After a while, Hughes completed the ready soup and returned.

“He has not woke up yet?” He felt Feisha as minced by minors, because Crushed Fuse seemed to make a sauce-soup bowl in an excited ceremony.

He left his head so that such ideas never spread in his mind. “He woke up, but he slept again.

Suddenly Jin opened him a blanket and a pie: “While you are far from me, my head will not be damaged until my head does not hurt, I can not sleep.”

Feisha laughed: “Because you are so sleepy, why do not you go back to your room and you have fallen to your coffin, do not hurt, so I’ll stay back and enjoy the old chat with the fuse. Can you do it?”

Ginger-shot poured cold: “What could you talk about others?

“Moon.”

“…”

Hughes hung over the soup · gino.

Gene did not hold it and only opened it openly.

Foods just made a spoon with a spoon.

This image has not changed as a happy son who has visited a father healed after death. It was rare that two people in this scene flooded each other.

When Feisha could no longer see it, he refused and returned to his room.

After he returned, he lay in the bed with a shower before the anguish died in silence. He cared for the swimming pools carefully.

Despite the way he thought about these things, Isephlala’s expression did not seem easy, though he gave his baby trunks. He almost seemed like that … How to express his mind on his back? Constantly dismissed? Playing with a cat with a mouse?

The more he thought of how he thought about that.

If the iron was warming up while the other lasted so long if they did not fish in a shallow sea, oh yes, [1], then he will beat you too stupid.

Tomorrow, he will surely use these white costumes!

Before the door came out of the closet and hung the pants’ shoes, he turned and escaped from the bed. Then he took a picture in front of the wall-bed and put floating pants at his place. He finally felt satisfaction and saw it carefully before sleeping.

Perhaps he was too tired yesterday, so it was, or because his heart was too empty, Feiza was ignorant and when he woke up he was very refreshing.

He checked the time to make sure it’s at 9:30.

The hotel never asked the staff to use the punch. After he met people here he went up to a seasonal expert, so he gave him work hours freely.

He bathed and carefully washed his face with rolling teeth. Then he took a nice and warm shower. After all the parts of his body were fresh and enjoyable, he seriously put a pair of snacks, a nipple with a waist and a fun of swimming.

When he was in the 30th floor, he slowly walked down the stairs, deliberately delayed the course to build peace.

His eyes closed the blue blue pool when he listened the floor and completed the way to the last step. But he could not smile.

This is because there is a pattern of golden light on the roof of the pool.

Before he asked, a meter stood by a pond or a lightweight depression, looked at “Did not you hear that it was very hard?”

Why did he come here so often as he worked during his clock?

Metatron, his bright golden hair in the air swam in the air: “Is it a fate?

I reach the Feisha arm and tighten the cloth around his waist and says: “Well, that’s not that I do not like this fate of luck, but how to control it?”

“Oh how do you want to check it out?”

“Because the elevator is lying, I have become obligatory from all grounds.” Feisha looked seriously at him and said: “Instead, I’m still a person Pneimaties Every day to heaven. I’m afraid I am at risk of loading the psychological load … I’m afraid … climb the sky.

Metatron’s words were filled with a wonderful joy: “Why do not you agree?”

Feisha asked the question: “What agreement?

“Encourage Espell to feel love”

“…” Despite his condition, he was still strange to hear it from another mouth. His own emotion seemed to be used as a kind of exchange. He slightly opposed.

Metatron was gently “said,” If you could do it in the future, I can meet one of those requirements in the future, but what’s this? ” This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

“Can you even give me two wings, if I want, if I want to get the same way in order to make vampires. What will happen if you want them? How can you give my elf ears?” Feisha asked questions dubiously He spoke about six minds These three things we had to summarize …

His conclusion was that “more things, better things” were relatively accurate and not complete.

“Do not hurry to express desires any day in the future that will use more, it will use it.” He stopped quietly for a moment before adding: “You also meet my condition I do not want.”

Feisha got mad. He would sleep if he said that the situation was not attractive …

Metatron raised his hand and nodded one on the other. “Before that, there is no reason to meet.

Feisha received a second shock. As he wanted to say something, the landscape suddenly changed before my eyes.

Issefels spent leaving the swimming pool only wet. He returned slightly when he saw each other.

Feisha quickly left negotiations with Metatron and went without feeling boldly at Isfeli’s greeting: “Are you flying?”

“The EU is over.

…

He has finished swimming.

Feisha was very disappointed. If he had known before, he would not speak to Metadata at all.

Issefel looked up and down in his clothes: “Did you come here to swim?

“Oh.” If he quickly shouted, he did not need to take a “swimsuit pair” that was carrying him before him? … Does he look like this as an initiative? Feisha feared his head as soon as he felt frightened: “No. 3, my mother here to take a body to wash, I received my morning when I finished to wash my body. Do you realize what you imagine, do you have?”

Isefels responded: “The body of a lava body directly connects to the warehouse that has unhealthy.”

…

Was this not ineligible?

Feisha was sad because he realized that he really forced himself to even become an irregularity “Really?” Ah, then it’s probably blocked. I’ll review it back When he turns, he goes to the step …

“Why do not you rain in my room?” Isfels were asked before touching the ground with his right foot.

“Good!” Feisha quickly turned to a beautiful and beautiful smile.

Isphehal’s bathroom was like Feisha. They both had a large square bus.

But when Feisha was among them, he felt Isfela 1 was much more comfortable and warmer than his bathroom. Even water made me feel different from his skin.

He studied here and there and made about two hours slowly to complete the washing.

When in the bathroom he finally orkāpēja his skin, boiled and sliced ​​and then it was red and red.

Out of the bathroom, Isfelis Feisha usually sat on the sofa, and reading books at full density, seeing every time.

Feisha said: “I finished the washing.

“Well,” Isfels not even raised his head.

…

Feisha was slightly disappointed in his reaction.

“Have you finished reading the guest’s history?” Issefel asked indifferently.

Feisha forced himself and answered with confidence only: “No”

Isefels finally raised his head, “Does that mean you’re late now?”

“…” You are clearly an idol. This is what they call: “Bad headquarters guides their subordinates.” Of course, speaking to your boss, you were not as simple. So Feisha indirectly issues his thoughts, “I was afraid to stop reading with your time”

“Can you understand reading yourself?”

Without a doubt, “I do not understand.

Isefels continued reading books on his head “I give you the power to stop me.

Did the eyes shine, ever?

“How many times have you had a fun time to come to see me with the last couple?”

“Uh …” He seems to fast every time he wants. Feisha suffered a self-esteem with a deep head calmly.

T / N

[1] Other things non-fervent batting … Woman, Fever 27

A very similar sound, but very different, the first significance of excited fish water (Chen · Hao · Don Jie) and 趁 热 ද 铁 It means that the strike is when the iron is hot. Feisha acknowledged his mistake and said no. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

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Chapter 53: Approach (Part 1)

Translated by Rui
Is that a spark? Someone get the fuel!

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The first sentence Gin spoke after he sobered up was: “Shameless! Oh how shameless!”

Feisha poked his head out of the swim shorts and asked, “What’s shameless?”

Gin sat up and violently punched the bed, “Isefel actually swapped his drink with mine.”

“…. That is indeed pretty shameless.”

“You also think he’s shameless, right?” Gin supported his drowsy head and looked at him eagerly.

I meant that you’re really shameless.

Feisha presented him a blooming flower.

Gin’s gaze suddenly became fixated on his head as he shouted in surprise, “You actually pulled his swim shorts off?! And you didn’t get killed for it?! You actually….” He didn’t know what else the other could have actually done, because the shock he received was too big. He paused for a moment and softly asked, “Is he big down there?”

Feisha helplessly looked at him and replied, “Can’t you have more pure thoughts?”

Gin curiously asked, “Could it be that he’s not very pure down there?”

“…” Feisha suddenly wore the swim shorts over his pants. He then spun around on the spot and said to Gin, “Do I look like a superhero?”

Gin watched his crazy moves, dumbstruck, “What’s that for?”

Feisha didn’t care if he could understand him or not. He took the swimming shorts off and pulled it over his head, “Do I look like batman?”

“…” Gin grumpily said, “You might as well stuff the shorts into your mouth.”

Feisha shook his head and replied, “No, I don’t want to imitate you.”

“…”

Feisha took the pair of underwear off and flaunted it in front of the other, “These swim shorts are the same style as Isefel’s! Did you know, they’re the same style! Exactly the same. Hehe… hehe… haha…”

Gin looked at Feisha, who was laughing so hard his eyes were barely visible, with an unfriendly gaze, “When you return to the mortal world, you better not tell anyone you know me!” Embarrassing, this was just too embarrassing. Wasn’t it just a pair of swim shorts? He didn’t even laugh so much when he touched Hughes’ underwear back then.

—— He merely just pounced on the other.

Feisha stopped laughing and rolled his eyes, “With your publicity in the mortal world, do you think there’s any difference between me mentioning you and a passer-by?”

“….” Gin suddenly fell down again. A hangover was very painful, but what was even more painful was waking up with a hangover and then meeting Feisha. “Where’s Hughes? Why are you the one who’s here?”

“He went to the kitchen to make you some hangover soup. He wanted me to stay here and look after you.”

Gin stared at the pair of swim shorts in his hands, “You’ve been taking greater care for the pair of swim shorts, haven’t you?”

Feisha replied shamelessly, “Who’s fault can it be if you don’t look a single bit like Isefel’s swim shorts?”

“Oh, my head hurts!” Gin rolled himself up completely in his blanket.

After a while, Hughes finished making the hangover soup and came back in.

“He still hasn’t woken up?” Feisha felt like Gin was molesting a minor as he watched a shrunken Hughes carry a bowl of hangover soup with a worried expression.

He turned his head away so such thoughts wouldn’t spread across his mind. “He did wake up, but he fell asleep again.”

Gin suddenly flipped open the blanket and glared at him angrily, “As long as you stay away from me, my head wouldn’t hurt so much. If my head doesn’t hurt so much, then I wouldn’t need to sleep again.”

Feisha ridiculed, “Since you’re so sleepy, why don’t you go back to your room and have a nice nap in your coffin, so I can stay back and have a good old chat with Hughes?”

Gin coldly snorted, “What could you chat about other than swim shorts?”

“Swimming pool.”

“…”

Hughes gave the hangover soup to Gin.

Gin didn’t take it and merely pitifully opened his mouth.

Hughes could only feed him spoon by spoon.

This scene was no different from a dutiful son who was attending his old father who was beyond cure on his deathbed. The rare thing was, the two people in this scene were both intoxicated with each other.

Feisha couldn’t look at it any longer, so he excused himself and went back to his own room.

After he returned, he took a shower and lay down in his bed before his excitement started to die down in the silence. He gently gazed at the swim shorts in his hands.

No matter how he thought about it, Isefel’s expression didn’t seem simple when he gave the swim shorts to him. It almost seemed like he was…. Undaring to speak his heart out? Rejecting with reluctance? Playing cat and mouse?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought that was the case.

Since the other had already gone to such lengths, if he didn’t fish in troubled waters…. Oh no, to strike while the iron is hot[1], then he would be too stupid.

Tomorrow, he would definitely make good use of these swim shorts!

He flipped over and got off the bed, before retrieving a hanger from the closet and hanging the pair of swim shorts on it. He then took the painting opposite his bed off the wall and hung the swim shorts in its place. He carefully looked over it before finally feeling satisfied and going back to sleep.

Perhaps it was because he was too tired yesterday, or because his mind was too relaxed, Feisha had a dreamless night and felt extremely refreshed when he woke up.

He checked the time to see that it was nine thirty.

The hotel never required employees to use the punch clock anyways. After he got familiar with the people here, he was promoted to a season expert, so he was free to allocate his own working hours.

He walked into the bathroom and meticulously brushed his teeth and washed his face. He then took a nice, warm shower. After ensuring every part of his body was fresh and pleasant, he seriously put on the pair of swim shorts before wrapping a towel around his hips and cheerfully made his way upstairs to go for a swim.

When he was at the thirtieth floor, he purposely slowed down his pace to express his calmness as he leisurely made his way up the stairs.

As he counted the floors and made his way to the final step, the azure blue pool lay before his eyes. However, he couldn’t smile.

That was because there were gold rays of light shining down from the ceiling of the pool.

He gazed at Metatron who was standing beside the pool and showered in light, before he depressingly asked, “Didn’t you say it was really hard to come up here?”

Why was the number of times he came up here as frequent as someone punching the clock during working hours?

Metatron turned around, his light gold hair floated gently upwards in the air, “Perhaps, it’s fate?”

Feisha’s hand reached out and tightened the towel around his waist, “Uh, it’s not that I don’t like this sort of fate, but is there a way to control it?”

“Oh? How do you want to control it?”

“Like the control of riding an elevator. I’ll end up on whatever floor I press.” Feisha sincerely looked at him, “Anyhow, I’m still a human. Hovering close to heaven everyday is too psychologically burdening. I’m scared that I’ll accidentally… ascend to heaven.”

Metatron’s words were full of beaming joy, “Since that’s the case, then why don’t we make an agreement.”

Feisha suspiciously asked, “What agreement?”

“To let Isefel feel love.”

“…” Even though his condition was also his goal, it still felt weird to hear it out of someone else’s mouth. It felt like his own feelings were being used as some kind of exchange. He instantly felt slightly conflicted.

Metatron gently said, “If you can do that, then, in the future I can fulfill one of your demands. No matter what it is.”

“Really?” Feisha asked half doubtingly, “So you could even give me a pair of wings if I asked for one? You could give me elf ears if I wanted them? You could give vampire teeth if I wanted a set too?” As he spoke, his mind was assembling these three things onto him….

The conclusion he got was: ‘The more, the better’ is only relatively correct, not absolutely correct.

“Don’t be in a rush to make wishes. Perhaps some day in the future, it will be of greater use to you.” He paused for a moment before softly adding, “Plus, you haven’t fulfilled my condition yet.”

Feisha frowned and remained silent. He would be lying if he said the conditions weren’t enticing, but….

Metatron lifted his hand and waved it from side to side, “Before that, there is no reason for us to meet up anymore.”

Feisha was dumbfounded for a second. Just as he wanted to say something, the scenery before his eyes suddenly changed.

Isefel just so happened to walk out of the swimming pool, dripping wet. He was slightly taken back when he saw the other.

Feisha hurriedly pulled himself out of his conversation with Metatron and boldly went to greet Isefel without shame, “You’re swimming?”

“I just finished.”

…

He actually finished swimming already.

Feisha felt extremely disappointed. If he had known earlier, then he would haven’t chatted with Metatron for so long.

Isefel looked up and down at his outfit, “You’ve come here to swim?”

“Uh.” If he nodded right now, then wouldn’t he have to expose the ‘couple swim shorts’ he was wearing in front of him? ….Wouldn’t he seem too impatient and initiative? Feisha felt shy and quickly shook his head, “No! I-I-I’m here to borrow body wash! Haha, I realised halfway through my shower this morning that I ran out body wash. Do you have any?”

Isefel replied, “The body wash in the rooms are directly connected to the warehouse, it has an inexhaustible supply.”

….

That stuff was inexhaustible?

Feisha was dumbstruck as he realised he actually forced himself into an even more awkward situation, “Really? Haha, then it was probably blocked. I’ll go back and have a look.” He turned around and was just about to take a step….

“Why don’t you come shower in my room?” Isefel asked before his right foot touched the ground.

“Okay.” Feisha instantly turned around with a huge, beautiful smile.

Isefel’s bathroom was the same as Feisha’s. They both had a large, square bathtub.

However, when Feisha lay down inside it, he felt that Isefel’s one was much more comfortable and warmer than the one in his bathroom. Even the water felt different against his skin.

He explored around here and there, and slowly took almost two hours to finish washing up.

His skin was wrinkled and as red as a cooked shrimp by the time he finally crawled out of the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, Isefel was sitting on the sofa reading a book in full concentration just like how Feisha would normally see him every time.

Feisha said, “I’m done washing up.”

“Okay.” Isefel didn’t even lift his head.

….

Feisha was slightly disappointed at his reaction.

“Have you finished looking over the guest history records?” Isefel indifferently asked.

Feisha braced himself and righteously replied with confidence, “No.”

Isefel finally lifted his head up, “So does that mean you’ve been idle lately during working hours?”

“…” You’re clearly being idle too. This is what one called ‘if a leader sets a bad example, his subordinates will follow in his lead’. Of course, you couldn’t be so straightforward when talking to your boss. That’s why Feisha implicitly relayed his thoughts by saying, “I was afraid that I would interrupt your reading time.”

“Can you understand it when you read it yourself?”

Feisha blatantly replied, “I don’t understand.”

Isefel continued to read his book with his head lowered, “I give you permission to interrupt me.”

Feisha’s eyes sparkled, “Anytime?”

“Did you ever choose a good time to come see me these past few times?”

“Uh…no.” It seemed like he rushed over every time as soon as he wanted to. Feisha silently conducted a deep self examination in his head.

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[1] 他如果不趁火打劫……哦不，是趁热打铁

趁火打劫 (Chen Huo Da Jie) and 趁热打铁 (Chen Re Da Tie) sound very similar, however they have very different meanings, the former meaning fish in troubled waters and the latter meaning to strike while the iron is hot. Feisha said oh no, as he realised his mistake.

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