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The car, which was hoped to reach straight to the top floor, stopped prematurely at the second floor.
Kevin Mask stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, watching the automatic doors slowly open.
And the moment he recognized who blocked his path, he frowned under his persona.
Jacqueline Muscle was standing beyond the door.
“... Oh, Kevin Mask! ”
She looked at Kevin and for some reason her face lit up with joy.
During the Grand Final of the Chojin World Grand Prix, the A Block players are staying at the same hotel as the members of Chojin Committee. By the way, B block players are supposed to find their own accommodations.
“I haven't seen you since daytime. When did you come back? ”
Jacqueline spoke as she got in a car gracefully. When Kevin quietly turned his head away, she laughed in annoyance. Kevin had stood in front of the button. Jacqueline, on the contrary, settled just opposite him.
“Can you please press thirty-seven? ”
It is the top floor with guest rooms. Kevin silently obeyed. Otherwise, this car would never move.
“Thank you.”
Jacqueline smiled and thanked him, even though she knew he hadn't seen her. As Kevin kept his face emotionless, he tried to never turn his head toward her.
This does not mean that Kevin is not interested in women. But he is not at all interested in Jacqueline's ripe, muscat-like eyes, her lips like wet rose petals, or her white, elongated limbs. In fact, when she approached him, he even felt a similar emotion to that of a mosquito flying by his ear. In other words, he disliked her.
A woman who thinks chojin martial arts is an entertainment show, and always interfer in it, even though she has never actually fought in a fight - this is the impression Kevin Mask has of Jacqueline Muscle.
But just because Kevin doesn't like Jacqueline doesn't mean that Jacqueline doesn't like Kevin, too.
On the contrary, this spoiled princess, who never seems to have lost or been made to cry, seems to love strong men. Kevin, who had won the first and second rounds against strong opponents, is no exception, and she talks to him like this.
“Oh, about the gift you gave me at daytime. I think that you shouldn't give a lady something like that. There is no one in the whole universe who would be pleased to receive such a gift.”
He had no intention of making her happy, and the "gift" was in name only, but in reality it was just a "sarcasm”. Kevin didn't care if it was intentional or natural, but that's one of the part about her that he really dislikes, too.
Still, he had not lost his stance. Ignoring is the most gentle pose of resistance he could take for her.
To Kevin, Jacqueline lowered the temperature of her voice a little.
“Even if you don't want to talk, I think you should at least react…. Well, that rudeness makes you cute, though.”
Kevin sneakily frowned again. What would he be doing now if she had not been the daughter of the former head of the Chojin Committee, Mr. Harabote Muscle? What would have happened to the two of them?
For the next few seconds, it was quiet in the closed room. They had nothing to say, nothing they wanted to say, nothing they needed to say. Then the car stopped immediately, and a light pop sounded.
“Wow, here already.”
Jacqueline said to herself. Her voice sounded both surprised and unsatisfactory.
“Dream of me, Kevin Mask. And see you tomorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing how you fight in the semifinals.”
She waved her hand lightly to Kevin and got off. Of course Kevin was unresponsive. After Jacqueline had completely walked out, he pressed the button marked “Door Close”, severing the space that connected he and her.
All of these happened in the elevator, just for a brief moment.