Chapter 2811 - 1331: Straight Pitch (2)

[Very well, it seems there really wasn’t any misunderstanding...]

Motan sighed in his heart, then was completely stunned.

We can’t blame him; although Motan’s other two characters in this game were surprisingly popular, especially one who created trouble with a bunch of avatars, ruining countless girls and young wives, under his current persona, this was the first time Motan experienced this situation.

The girl named Theresa Tarosa in front of him, who was previously praised to the skies by Fyari, and indeed has astonishing strength as a [Witch], surprisingly took a liking to him in the Realm of Innocence as ’Hei Fan’.

And she even came directly with an approach!

For a moment, even Motan, who could remain calm and unperturbed during daily events not involving Yu Chen, was truly startled.

Honestly, under the current persona, if one were to say that Motan didn’t feel even a shred of delight or other positive emotions at this moment, it would be nonsense.

As emphasized many times before, under the persona of ’Absolute Neutrality’, Motan is actually a very ordinary person, despite having very rare worries, despite bearing extraordinary knowledge reserves, and despite having certain talents grounded in this ’ordinary’ which could be said to be innate; regardless, in the Realm of Innocence named as [Hei Fan], he is indeed very ’common’, and even if this commonness might need quotation marks, it still cannot make him special.

And most people in this world, when facing a confession from an excellent opposite sex, would find it hard to develop any negative emotions. In fact, even if they’d decided to reject the other from the beginning, an unavoidable thrill will still arise in that moment.

This thrill might not relate to love, but its existence is difficult to erase.

And this girl, Theresa Tarosa, undoubtedly meets the condition of ’an excellent opposite sex’; not to mention her sweet and adorable face, her elegant and delicate features, her appealing aura, or her skin so fair it seems dazzling, all filled with charm. As for character, it is much better compared to the petite Double Leaf; if they were silent, perhaps each would have their merits, but once they speak, the comparison between them would probably collapse instantly.

After all, most girls tend to care about sweetness, and Theresa naturally matches up to at least three plus signs for sweetness, whereas for Double Leaf... the unit of measure probably isn’t sugar, but sand.

In conclusion, under Theresa Tarosa’s watery gaze, the already devoted Motan still disgracefully experienced a moment of thrill, with his heart rate and blood pressure slightly rising.

And then... there wasn’t anything further, as mentioned in the previous passage, at least under the ’Absolute Neutrality’ persona, Motan is ’devoted’, and thrill never means ’waver’.

"If Lady Theresa... uh..."

Seeing the hint of sorrow in the girl’s eyes, Motan finally managed a bitter smile before changing his words to the girl confessing affection: "If Theresa wasn’t joking around with me, I fear I could only describe my current feeling as ’honored’."

Entirely unlike commanding in battle... or casually discussing strategy in passing, Theresa Tarosa’s fair face was virtually as red as if about to drip blood, and after quite a while, she turned her head and mumbled quietly: "I didn’t exactly want to say it myself... It was... you who forced me to speak."

[Who knows it would be because of such an absurd reason!]

Motan shouted in his heart with exasperated fury, yet didn’t believe the girl before him was lying; after all, having liked someone... and even still liking that person, he was familiar with this feeling, plus he’d deceived countless girls with another persona, so Motan felt that Theresa’s liking for him was very likely genuine.

Even if the emotion is genuine, it may not be mature and rational; because young people, to some extent, are prone to romantic notions, and girls are generally more emotional, therefore from Motan’s perspective, this girl’s liking is basically impulsive, a moment of rashness leading to headstrong feelings.

And ’impulse’ and ’headstrong’ are never positive terms.

"Hoo..."

Gently shaking his head to clear away those miscellaneous thoughts, Motan, resuming a reserved smile, took a deep breath and peacefully said: "Sorry, I’m not a good person."

Rather than giving someone a good person card, he felt sending himself a bad person card was more appropriate, even if such a concept didn’t exist here.

No need to drag on solvable matters, no reason to remain entangled in straightforward ending relationships, knowing there’s only one choice from the start, simply execute it efficiently and decisively, without hesitation.

Compared to his never overcoming ’romance short of mutual agreement’ with someone, this was the correct approach in Motan’s eyes, minimizing the emotional cost.

Knowing he wouldn’t be hurt in this unilateral affection, at least not allowing this girl he liked to feel too distressed is Motan’s current thought.

Ultimately, the key point returns to [since he won’t be hurt in this romance] anyway, thus enabling him to act rationally and nonchalantly stand in moral superiority, but once it relates to the domain that would injure his feelings, the man named Motan wouldn’t act so appropriately...

Unintentionally hurting himself once more, feeling it was completely deserved, the self-mocking Priest chuckled despite supposedly doing the ’right’ thing, self-loathing increasing.

And Theresa sitting opposite him, showing the exact same smile, hugged her knees tightly.

"When rejecting, surely reasons abound, right?"

The clever girl who could instantly decipher all information in the statement of her counterpart, sniffed lightly, then laughingly said in a clearly feigned light tone: "No, actually it wasn’t a rejection, since I merely told you ’I like you’, without demanding you to become romantically involved, right?"

In a style far from her anticipation, Theresa Tarosa regained composure again, at least outwardly.

"That’s certainly true, moreover I lack any ground to reject you."

Motan smiled gently yet distantly, spreading his hands and said: "Realistically, I merely informed you about me ’not being a good person’, so to speak if there was a sudden polling for [the world’s most vile scumbag], I’d undoubtedly cast that vote for myself."

Theresa unhappily frowned a little, gently touching the returned-to-her-shoulder braided hair while speaking in a slightly helpless tone: "I believe I already stated... Black Vatican Priest could find countless reasons, why lie then?"

"Lie?"

Motan smiled wryly, waving his hand: "No, no, no, it’s purely self-awareness, I..."

"You’re not vile, not mischief, nor a scumbag."

Theresa cut him off with a frail yet assertive thin voice protesting: "You might lack ambition, not handsome, hate pressure, ordinary character, fear trouble, love to shirk..."

Within the following five minutes, Theresa nearly itemized a text amounting close to half a Chapter of Motan’s flaws, spared from ’weak physical state’ – an error privy to outsiders’ interpretation, nearly covering the critical points.

"However!"

The girl gently exhaled, raised her little face and showed Motan a bashful smile: "This doesn’t mean Hei Fan Priest is a scumbag..."

"Hmm, I almost feel unworthy of being a person anymore."

Although disrupting the mood slightly, the ashen-faced Motan nonetheless took the opportunity to quip.

"I like your delicate and silent tenderness."

"Uh..."

"I like your sky-like tolerance."

"..."

"I like you."

"I’m very sorry."

Chapter 1331: End