One Piece: One Hundred Ghosts at Night

"How do you feel about this place?"

Just when Lu Liang opened the door and entered, an old voice came from the room.

"Not so good, old man, can I regret it?"

Lu Liang said to the old man in the room half jokingly and half angrily, completely unaware that the person in front of him was an elder and teacher who was much older than him.

The old man was not angry at Lu Liang's words. Instead, he laughed. It was obvious that Lu Liang's reaction had been within the old man's expectation.

He turned a blind eye to Lu Liang's disrespect. Instead, he stood up with a rickety body and came to Lu Liang's side. With a kind expression, he stretched out his withered right hand and stroked Lu Liang's little head.

"Welcome home, little one."

It was obvious that stroking his head with his withered right hand was not comfortable at all, even a little uncomfortable, but inexplicably, Lu Liang felt extra warm, which was reflected on his face. Lu Liang always showed some unruly, or On the face with an indifferent expression, a rare and peaceful smile appeared, like the expression of a kid who has finally returned home after being unable to find his home for a long time.

"It's so warm. Is this what home feels like? It's a strange feeling, but I don't hate it."

For Lu Liang, who has been alone from his previous life to this life, "home" is a strange word. In his previous life, Lu Liang grew up in an orphanage. When he was in the orphanage, Lu Liang understood that "there is nothing in the world without a reason." Love" words. Therefore, Lu Liang learned to figure out other people's thoughts, cater to others while striving for the greatest benefits for himself. But Lu Liang hated himself like this, so Lu Liang studied hard, hoping to become strong enough through studying, so strong that he didn't need to deliberately cater to others.

But it wasn't until he grew up that Lu Liang discovered that studying could not make him no longer need to cater to others, even if his grades were already ranked first in the whole grade, the whole school, the whole city, the whole province or even the country. So, Lu Liang was desperate. Outside, he was still the well-behaved, lovable, and excellent Lu Liang. At home, he was completely addicted to the so-called two-dimensional world, because only in this world could Lu Liang be able to Really don't cater to others, completely let go of your own personality and self.

He likes, envies, and longs for the characters in anime. He does not need to cater to anyone. He just lives freely and freely for the sake of his dreams. Perhaps it is precisely because he cannot do it that he likes and longs for them so much. them

And when I came to this world, I spent the first year alone on a desert island, let alone a "home".

It can be said that the old man's move made the usually calm Lu Liang panic.

After a while, Lu Liang realized what he was doing. He immediately took a step back, broke away from the old man's comfort, and said to the old man in a panic: "Are you kidding me, stinky old man? Only a ghost wants to be the head of such a shabby gym. I just came to learn swordsmanship from you." That’s all, after I finish studying, I will leave immediately.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Liang left the room in a panic, as if something was chasing him in the room.

When he walked out of the room, the first thing Lu Liang saw was a little blond girl in a dress squatting by the stairs, looking around boredly.

When he saw Lu Liang coming out, he immediately jumped up with excitement.

"Junior brother, you finally came out."

Avika happily ran to Lu Liang's side.

"Why are you still here?"

Lu Liang asked this blond loli who was two heads taller than him.

"I want to take you, little junior brother, to your own room."

After saying that, he jumped up and down again and led the way.

Lu Liang, on the other hand, followed Aiweika silently, starting to freeze from time to time.

The two small figures looked particularly dazzling under the sunlight, and at the same time they also added a little life to this dilapidated dojo.

Perhaps even Lu Liang himself has not noticed that since he came to this world, the well-behaved, sensible, and lovable mask that Lu Liang once cast with his own hands is gradually shattering, replaced by the real Lu Liang's true face. Perhaps Not very likable, but he is the truest version of himself.