20demayo Chapter 73 Dry Rice!
Chapter 73 Dry Rice!
Night was approaching.
Hanlu plans to go to the lobby to find something to eat, then go back to her dorm for a nice long sleep.
Tomorrow will be the day they officially set off, as planned long ago.
But this time, looking at the warm light at the end of the dim corridor, coupled with the somewhat noisy environment, it seemed...
Before I could even turn the corner, I saw two young women dressed like ballroom stars waiting there.
Even Belfast had shed her original maid outfit—although white stockings are quite alluring, her tall figure in a turquoise dress and high heels was truly elegant and dazzling.
As for the business owner next to him, he was tapping his high heels up and down in discomfort.
Well, she still prefers the clean and simple look of her old uniform.
It's worth noting that Belfast had to pull her into the dressing room with a smile to help her put on this long dress.
As for where the clothes came from?
It's something left over from before the Great Cataclysm—
How could there be such a taste during the Cold Dew season?
"Commander, it's time for the banquet. Are you sure you want to attend dressed like this?"
This outfit?
Hanlu looked down at herself: her earthy yellow trench coat, which looked exactly like that of a pioneer, was wrapped tightly in a white cloth, and her white lining was somewhat mottled and worn.
Uh, is there a problem?
He always wears this outfit.
Moreover, due to the special nature of his ability, he can completely convert the waste gas he exhales, metabolic waste and sweat into energy or harmless substances. Therefore, he doesn't even need to change his clothes, and there is no odor at all.
For some reason, Hanlu felt that this was the correct way to unleash his abilities—
You don't even need to take a bath.
This is a must-have for lazy people!
After all, he didn't really care about his appearance, and his hair had even grown quite a bit lately, but he was too lazy to cut it.
I don't know how to cut hair, and I don't want to learn. As for braiding hair?
That's even more impossible; he simply wouldn't do that.
Fortunately, there was also a disheveled Thor among them, so compared to him, Hanlu's clothes and appearance seemed quite normal.
"No need, I'll just grab something to eat back in my room."
As she spoke, Hanlu was about to continue walking forward when Belfast smiled and gently stopped her.
"No, Commander. You're the star of the banquet today; wouldn't it be better if you changed into formal attire?"
Hanlu reluctantly accepted the arrangement—after all, he was someone who listened to advice.
The kind of absurd scenario where "subordinates disobey orders and he goes on a killing spree" is impossible for him.
He snapped his fingers slightly, and his previously slightly disheveled outfit instantly transformed into a neat white shirt and black trousers, giving him a refreshing and youthful look.
It's just a simple black and white outfit...
Belfast sighed inwardly: Indeed, she shouldn't have had any illusions about her commander's taste in formal wear.
There was no way around it; before transmigrating, Hanlu was just an ordinary young woman.
Well, maybe not entirely ordinary. He has an uncle from a well-off family, but the problem is that he himself never cares about his clothes. To this day, he can't even tell the difference between "Häagen-Dazs" and "Hadidas"...
Which one was the ice cream again?
Hanlu shrugged, as if asking, "Is this alright?"
But clearly, Belfast still shook her head slightly, and with her rhythmic clapping, a team of Black Widow agents in black bodysuits quietly emerged from the shadows of the originally dim corridor.
Ah, I even met some of them during the Cold Dew season.
They looked like the most professional dress consultants, each holding a garment piece that appeared to have been measured beforehand.
From suit jackets and trousers to shirts, ties, and even a pair of cufflinks.
As I said before, Hanlu couldn't understand the meaning of brands and prices at all; she just felt that the fabrics of these clothes were exceptionally soft and skin-friendly, and the cuts were exceptionally well-fitting.
But before he could get a good look, the Black Widows had already expertly helped him change his clothes—
The movements were swift and gentle, as if handling a precious work of art.
It wasn't until the last coat was draped over her shoulders that Hanlu truly noticed the extraordinary nature of this suit:
The fabric is a top-grade wool blend in a deep indigo blue, with subtle dark patterns flowing under the light.
The tailoring lines are sharp yet elegant, perfectly fitting his figure without being too tight;
The cuffs are inlaid with matte black obsidian cufflinks, and the tie is made of silk in a deep space gray with a subtle jacquard pattern.
The entire outfit exudes an understated luxury, as if it were a custom-made piece from an ancient family.
This was indeed an unopened treasure belonging to an oligarch before the Cataclysm, which Zemo specifically sought out.
At least, once everything was dressed, the Black Widows retreated like silent shadows, leaving Belfast with only a satisfied nod.
In the blink of an eye, the once somewhat sloppy and casual young man had transformed into a handsome gentleman in a suit and tie, with a tall and upright figure.
Hanlu looked down at her clothes, then glanced at the mechanical watch she had somehow put on her wrist—
Although I don't know where this watch came from or what brand it is, it has a heavy feel and a complex and exquisite dial.
Why does it feel like "a loser is suddenly dressed up as an aristocrat"?
Is he going to fight Odin? Oh wait, Odin's son is right next to him.
Or should we start by spouting some trash talk?
Yes, he was certain that his mind was no longer functioning properly...
"Can we go eat now?"
Hanlu still looked at her maid with some confusion.
Yes, that's right, he roughly guessed what they were going to do—
They're probably going to throw a big banquet to celebrate or something.
After all, this kind of thing has been brought up every now and then since everyone gathered.
This time, even the clothes are so formal...
He was even considering turning back to his room and conjuring up a few cans of meat to try—
He recently wanted to try tuna.
But Belfast extended her slender index finger and shook it gently. Then, she turned around as lightly as a butterfly, her skirt fluttering, and with her elegant long legs slightly tiptoeing, she came to stand behind Hanlu.
She gently stroked the strands of hair on Hanlu's head and tied them into a neat short ponytail.
Actually, what Hanlu really wanted to say was that hair can simply be cut off—
He wasn't obsessed with hairstyles; in fact, if it weren't for the slightly better appearance, he would have considered shaving his head long ago.
But...
He noticed that his hair seemed a bit stiff lately.
Furthermore, given the inherent logic of ship girls, it is absolutely impossible to harm Hanlu in the slightest without receiving orders, so Hanlu simply let it be.
"Alright, that's cool enough, Commander."
"Um, can I go in now?"
Actually, when Hanlu got here, she really wanted to turn around and go back, but they had been busy for so long, it would be too rude to just leave.
Hanlu, who still had a bit of humanity, thought, "Why don't we see what they've prepared first?"
It might actually be quite interesting.
Belfast gently took Hanlu's arm, her fingers lightly hooking around his wrist, the two close like intimate partners.
At the same time, she gave Qigong a subtle wink, who was still struggling with her high heels. Qigong belatedly realized what was happening and walked over to take Hanlu's other arm.
Well, I'm suddenly sandwiched between two beauties.
It would be a lie to say that Hanlu felt nothing at all.
"Why do I feel like I'm going to a ball?"
He can't dance!
Hanlu wanted to finish her sentence, but she was already being "supported" by two ship girls on either side. Finally, she stepped over the last corner and, under the warm stage-like lights, entered the already bustling hall.
At this moment, the entire room was bathed in a golden glow.
Countless long tables covered with white tablecloths were arranged in a grand manner on both sides. The Black Widows, dressed in formal gowns, and the warriors returning from the battlefield were all impeccably made up and dressed formally. Even the Avengers who participated in the operation had changed into formal attire.
Oh, and he also saw Bob.
The young man, who usually looked sick, had changed out of his hospital gown and into a more tailored dark gray suit. Standing next to him was Yelena, who looked slightly reproachful.
"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to our most important hero!"
As the intense spotlight shone on the three of them, the two ship girls gracefully released their arms, lifted their skirts, and bowed slightly, like maids seeing off a prince. This made Hanlu subconsciously take two steps forward.
Uh.
Hanlu was so blinded by the light that she could barely open her eyes. She turned around and gave her two ship girls a look that said, "We'll settle the score later."
As for now—
Let's see what kind of medicine they're selling first.