It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 887: If you don’t say it out loud, it doesn’t count as bullying?

Kuno Nayazuki sighed, and then she suddenly remembered something. She turned her head and looked at Kita Ayane Otogo beside her with a half-moon eye expression, then raised her hand and patted his shoulder lightly.

The latter, who was touching the braille in the book, looked at her in confusion: "?"

Kuno Nayozuki pinched his shoulder:...This should be your own business, why do I have to do it?

Noticing her silence, Bei Lingyinwu paused, then turned to look at No. 311 and asked calmly, "Do you know where he is?"

His attitude seemed as if he didn't care about the matter.

But after spending a month together, everyone realized that this was just his personality, so most of their attention was focused on No. 311.

Hearing his question, No. 311 thought for a moment, shook his head and replied: "I don't know, you can ask Mr. Xing...ye."

Everyone: "..."

If they could get the answer by asking directly, they might not have stayed here waiting obediently.

But No. 311, who didn't understand what was going on, or who simply couldn't comprehend the atmosphere of the scene with his brain, gave them an innocent smile after noticing their gaze.

That sweet and innocent smile really makes it impossible to be annoyed with him.

Of course, this does not include those who harbor malicious intent towards him.

While the Red Team (with some Gray Team members) were chatting with 311, the Black Team members finally arrived at the harbor and were preparing to board the Tilos ship.

Bertrand, dressed in champagne white, mixed in with Gin and others who were dressed in black.

He raised his head to take a look at the red ship, curled his lips with a little disdain, and turned back to look at the few people who had more or less disguised themselves.

"Walk?"

"Let's go."

Gin put one hand in his pocket, answered and picked up Bertrand and boarded the ship.

Seckt walked beside them, looking at the ship and making a humming sound.

Vodka followed behind them.

Because Sekt had the invitation letter addressed to Vermouth, when registering, he filled in Vermouth's code name instead of his own.

After completing the registration, it was Hoshino Tsukasa who took them to the lounge.

On the way, Bertrand looked at him curiously, then approached him and asked innocently: "Hey, big brother, what about the others who received the invitation? Are they here? Where are they? Can you tell me?"

Hoshino Tsukasa glanced at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a calm professional fake smile, "Yes, most of the guests have already arrived. The guests you are looking for should be the ones in Lounge No. 3."

Hearing this, Bertrand raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes rolled around, and his smile became increasingly cunning.

One can tell at a glance that he is planning to do something bad.

Hoshino Tsukasa led them to the door of Lounge No. 5.

After taking a look at Lounge No. 3 in front, Bertrand said something to Gin and the others and ran over.

So not long after No. 311 said "Ask Mr. Hoshino", there was a knock on the door.

Everyone turned to look, and before they could guess who was outside the door, No. 311 jumped up, ran to open the door with a smile.

Then he bumped into Bertrand at the door.

When Bertrand saw him, he was surprised for a moment, then frowned tightly, and after a moment he realized, followed by disgust.

He did not hide his emotions; they were all clearly shown on his face.

Therefore, everyone in the room clearly saw the change in his expression.

They didn't seem too surprised by this, except for Mao Lilan.

When she saw Bertrand, she was a little surprised. She didn't expect him to be here. And then when she saw his disgust towards No. 311, the cute and innocent filter of Kurosawa in her heart suddenly broke.

Xiaoye's true personality...seems to be different from what she has always seen.

When they suddenly discovered something was wrong and thought about it carefully, they found that there were always traces of this wrongness, but they had never paid attention to it, or rather, they had not cared about it.

Everyone looked at Bertrand again, and Bertrand was sizing up No. 311 with obvious disdain in his eyes.

The latter looked at him with a silly expression, and then smiled at him.

Bertrand's eyes paused, then he frowned, curled his lips and said in disdain: "Your smile is so ugly."

No. 311 blinked, seemingly unable to hear his disgust. After thinking seriously for a few seconds, he nodded smugly, "You mean I shouldn't laugh? Okay."

After saying that, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and he just continued to look at him with a silly look on his face.

When Bertrand saw his silly look, the hair on his head that was already standing up straightened even more, like forming an exclamation mark.

He immediately became more interested, opened his eyes wide, and walked towards No. 311 with a smile on his face.

In a teasing tone, with a hint of malice, she spoke to him:

"Oh, will you cry?"

"Cry?" 311 paused in confusion. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Then tears suddenly emerged from his red eyes.

Seeing him crying, Bertrand's eyes dimmed slightly, but he quickly recovered. He spread his hands and sighed deeply. His mood dropped, but he still pointed to the kettle on the counter next to him and said, "Go and pour me a glass of 61c water."

"Okay." 311 nodded, wiped the tears from his face, and ran over like a happy little penguin.

Everyone couldn't help but frown, and looked at Bertranci with condemnation, "Did you come here just to bully him?"

Bertrand pouted innocently and replied nonchalantly: "I didn't. How did I bully him? He ran to you and complained to you that I bullied him? Then why didn't I see it?"

They were stunned by these words and looked at No. 311 who was clueless and still happily boiling water.

Seeing that they were speechless, Bertrand smiled smugly.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the gurgling sound of the water gradually rising in temperature.

"Do you think that just because the person involved didn't say that he was bullied, you can assume that what you did wasn't bullying?"

A gentle voice sounded, like the gurgling of water flowing slowly. Even if the room was too quiet, it did not feel too abrupt.

Bertrand's smile faltered for a moment, but it instantly brightened up again when he realized it was Qianzhu who spoke.

Qianzhu sat on a single sofa far away from the door, his body leaning against the corner of the sofa, his head lowered to look at the mobile phone in his hand, his face blocked by his cascading black hair, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.