Late that night, the atmosphere in Baizhou's room felt slightly off.
Sasuke only had eyes for Naruto. Even though the boy who had appeared at the door was handsome, he felt no affection for him.
It was precisely something Shikamaru had said that made his delicate brows knit.
"Oh, Shikamaru, you said he did something really awful to you? Then... what exactly did he do?"
Sasuke's voice was gentle and seemingly curious. Although he was questioning Shikamaru, his clear eyes remained fixed on Naruto, watching for any change in his expression.
At those words, Naruto's face remained utterly unruffled, though inside he was panicking like mad.
But he had already taken this act so far that all he could do was keep playing it cool. Lowering his gaze toward Shikamaru with what he considered a handsome look, he said, "It's fine. Just tell my cousin the truth."
There was a reason Shikamaru belonged to the Nara Clan's direct bloodline. Sasuke might not have caught the boy's meaning, but who was Shikamaru?
He was Miss Shikamaru, with an IQ over 250. Although he had no idea why someone so handsome was afraid of Sasuke, how could he possibly expose the awful thing this handsome guy had done to him right to his face?
How would they get to know each other afterward? How would they meet again? How would they... ahem.
"Hmph, after what you did to me, you still want me to say it myself?"
Shikamaru also wanted to tease this handsome guy a little, deliberately leaving his words unfinished.
Sure enough, his keen perception immediately caught a flicker of panic deep in the handsome guy's eyes.
And the atmosphere in the room grew stranger than ever.
But just as Naruto was preparing to meet his doom, Shikamaru continued, "Hmph,