In that instant just like it appeared between blinks a door suddenly showed up right in front of him.
"..."
He carefully stepped closer while staying on guard
As if the door had reacted to Qiong Xing, he heard a click, like a lock being released.
"An automatic door?"
He had never seen a push-type automatic door before, but maybe that was normal in heaven?
Thinking something slightly off like that, he decided that since it had opened, he had no choice but to move forward.
After gathering his courage, he slowly peeked inside at whatever was beyond it.
"...…"
"...…"
"...…"
Thud.
"...…"
Click. Thud.
"???"
Not understanding what was happening, he uselessly repeated the same action over and over, opening the door, then closing it.
It was obvious that he had come to the wrong place.
He felt like he had seen something he was never meant to see.
"I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything."
That's right. He saw nothing.
He did not see two boys kneeling on the floor in deep apology.
He did not see boys bowing deeply right in front of the door.
He did not see that at all.
Alright!
After giving himself a bit of forced motivation, he tried to leave the area in front of the door… but he couldn't.
"...…"
"...…"
"...…"
The moment he tried to turn his back on the door, there was a loud bang as something opened and suddenly a something heavy grabbed onto his right leg.
"...…"
"...…"
"…Please don't go!"
He had been caught.
At that moment, Qiong Xing realized there was no escape.
After he said that it was impossible to talk calmly like this, a table and chairs that was suitable for an afternoon tea suddenly appeared in front of them, along with a set of tea and sweets.
It looked like an elegant tea party was about to begin.
"…Um, could you please let go of my leg?"
"...…"
Apparently not.
As he wondered what to do, the silver haired boy who had been kneeling together with the blond boy earlier walked over and punched the blond boy who was clinging to Qiong Xing's leg.
And he literally went flying.
The force was so strong that Qiong Xing himself fell over as well, but seeing a person actually fly through the air made even that feel unimportant.
Bang.
Was he dead?
As the blond boy lay on the ground without moving, the word murder floated through Qiong Xing's mind.
After being frozen by the scene unfolding before him, Qiong Xing could not move, while the silver haired boy unbelievably kicked the body again.
"Stop! No! No, please stop!"
"…I suppose it can't be helped. (Though I haven't hit him enough yet.)"
Hearing that muttered line, Qiong Xing quickly run over to the blond boy and helped him up.
As he held him and asked if he was okay, the blond boy despite having been sent flying wrapped his arms tightly around Qiong Xing's neck with surprising strength and burst into loud tears.