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I can assert that everything I have done so far has been done with a clear conscience.Because that's how I was taught and raised in China.

He saw it from "Andersen's Fairy Tales", which was so thick that it could not be held in the hands of a ten-year-old under the banner of hardcover collection, "it is not enough to live, you should have sunshine, freedom and a little flower With such a sentence, I immediately put down the book, and lifted me up high when I was young (thinking about it now, the posture he lifted me was very similar to Rafiki lifting Simba), his eyes were bright , with a loud voice, swearing and declaring:

"Ok, deal!"

In all fairness, it is the result of God's pity that Zhong also can get parenting inspiration from fairy tales.

My only complaint is that he didn't make it to the end of the story.I've always wanted to tell him that what he thought sounded good but was taken out of context, the story it came from wasn't a good story either.

There is no praise of truth, goodness and beauty, no chanting of love and love, and even until the end, the overly picky and indecisive protagonist "Butterfly" is made into a specimen for collection-in short, it is a embarrassing badending.Like a kid herding sheep who told a lie that he was eaten by wolves in the end, this story may be more like a fable than a fairy tale, shouldering the responsibility of alerting the world.

But those who do not know are not guilty.Zhongye's wishes and blessings to me are pure, full of selfish hope that I can become better, but never impose their own expectations on me.So I could only watch Zhong Ye do this, and followed You.One of the things I learned from him was helping granny cross the street.

"But Chuya..." I prolonged his name, "You are obviously a Mafia..." You are still a cadre, a senior executive, or a manager.

"Then what's the matter? Is there a rule that Mafia can't help others, respect the old and love the young?" Zhong also withdrew his hand that seemed to have accidentally touched the old woman's food basket.

Zhongye's gravity operation is triggered by touching an object.

As a gravity user, my gravity operation only has a limited range.Theoretically, I can control the gravity of an object located at any coordinate within a [-]-kilometer circle centered on me—don’t be surprised so early, because this is just the data predicted by the supercomputer calculation.

When I was still in Academy City, I conducted many accurate tests and measurements.The range of three thousand kilometers covering a quarter of the earth is indeed within my reach, but under this distance condition, all I can do is only to the extent that a silk thread trembles and floats— —Although I was only ten years old at the time, and now I am sixteen, but I think I have left Academy City and the researchers, and my ability to grow is probably only from a thread to a piece of paper.

My superpower involves a lot of calculations, and I must get an accurate result through huge calculations, which is a test of intelligence and physical strength.And what Zhongye's special ability focuses on is not so much physical ability, but a more regular, principled, and absolute existence like "laws"-so in summary, it can be deduced that from childhood to adulthood I basically avoided Mr. Dazai.Because his nullification works for me as well.If he grabbed even a strand of hair, I wished I could lie down on the ground and pretend to be a paramecium.

Zhong also taught me to be kind to others, taught me not to offend me, and I would not offend (provided that the other party is an ordinary person), and also taught me to use my ability to do some good things.

I heard someone tell about Chuya’s youthful deeds, and then I saw him help the old grandma lighten the burden on the vegetable basket, and then the grandma took off her headscarf to reveal a young man named Osamu Dazai’s face, laughing and saying Chuya you It's a good trick to make him jump, and the next time he encounters such a situation on the street, he will still help, and I give up asking why as a mafia, I still want to help others and respect the old and love the young.

The color and appearance of the flowers depends only on the seeds, and has nothing to do with the soil, weather, or appreciation.Even out of the mud, he can still live happily.

No matter from which angle I look at it, I should properly respond to the expectations of such a bright and proud person.

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who is two years younger than me, is studying in the elementary school of Naesei National Middle School.

The appearance is mediocre, and the character can be summed up as timid and promising at present.There is no special ability and no personality, but there is a kind heart that knows how to be grateful.

But in this society where "personality" is everywhere and abilities are everywhere, what can an ordinary boy with a good heart do?

He is more like a bean sprout than me, and he probably doesn't even know how to swear.If he is a persimmon, he must be the softest and softest persimmon.

Two cans of warm rice cake and red bean soup were spit out by the vending machine and rolled down to the collection place with a thud.

I handed one of the cans to Tsunayoshi Sawada, who wanted to turn into an ostrich and bury his head in the ground. He murmured a small thank you—this was the eighth time he said thank you in 10 minutes. Received it, "I'm so sorry... I should have invited Senior..."

"It's okay, I feel sorry for letting my junior treat you." I threw the pull ring into the trash can next to me, and comforted him indifferently, "Also, my name is Zhongyuan Shenhai. I."

I've seen quite a few of this kind of confused guy who promises to treat guests, only to find out that he has no money after searching his pockets.

But Tsunayoshi Sawada's guilt obviously cannot turn the embarrassing past into a breeze with a word of comfort.

Hearing what I said, he shrank most of his face into the scarf.It looks like a prickly hedgehog head, but it feels more like a weak grass mushroom.

On a certain level, it's no wonder that Fumji Shibata chose him as the target of bullying among all the passers-by.Furthermore, Tsunayoshi Sawada is a student from a foreign school. Even if he wants to take revenge, he can't narrow down the scope with only a school uniform and a face in his memory.

I looked at his low eyebrow and pleasing eyes, and couldn't help but feel worried about his future, "Zawatian-kun, do you have a cell phone?"

"Huh? Cell phone?"

"Is Bingsheng allowed to bring mobile phones?"

"Ah...it's not allowed. If the disciplinary committee finds out that I'm carrying a mobile phone, the fate will be miserable..." He scratched his head, looked up at me, and then immediately looked away, as if I was a piece of red hot iron. human iron.

"terribly sorry……"

"Don't apologize to me, Zetian-kun." I looked up and took a sip of rice cake and red bean soup, only to find that there were only beans and soup, and the rice cake was all stuck to the bottom of the jar, "It's not a fault that you can't carry your mobile phone with you, let alone yours wrong."

"Pressing the phone's shutdown button five times quickly can trigger an SOS emergency contact and group location. If you don't have the ability to resist, at least learn to protect yourself by calling the police or contacting friends and family." Although there is no guarantee that the tragedy can be prevented in time, but At least it won't delay the delivery to the doctor.

Bullying by senior grades and bullying by junior grades are not uncommon in hierarchical schools and even in society.Of course I don't expect myself to be able to reverse the ideas that others have formed over the years, but when I think of the scene where this guy might be beaten in other places and surrounded by bad guys asking him to pay, I can't help but say a few more words.

Then Sawada Tsunayoshi's soft thank you came as expected in the evening wind.

Hey... I am too lazy to count how many times this boy said thank you and sorry.

Even though I had explained to him that the help that day was just a whim, he still bowed to me solemnly at ninety degrees, and looked at me with the eyes of a benefactor who is grateful.

The weather is fine today, and the twilight is golden red, which is rare to see in April. The sun still hanging in the sky reminds me of the gold powder stamp on the back of my hand after being praised for "good job".That is my favorite color in the research institute composed of silver gray and snow white, and it will make me excited as long as I see it.

Just in case, and because I was in a good mood, I made up my mind and decided to personally escort Sawada Tsunayoshi home.

The young man showed surprise when he heard my decision, but I thought it was more embarrassment, "Huh?! Send, send me back home?!" He even tied his tongue.

"Yeah, aren't you happy?" After spending only 10 or [-] minutes together, I was sure that Tsunayoshi Sawada would never be able to refuse my request.

Sure enough, he shook his head like a rattle and said repeatedly, "I'm happy."

"But having said that, are you waiting for me at the gate of Bingdi every day after class?"

"Ah, yes." He answered this question quickly, without hesitation, "Because I want to say thank you to Senior no matter what."

I blinked, "What if I can't wait?"

"One day it will come. School has just started now, and even if you are in the third grade, you still have a year to graduate."

Talking about his persistence, Tsunayoshi Sawada's round eyes will become less docile.

He didn't know my last name, nor my grade and class.Even if it looks plain, there will definitely be schoolmates passing by wondering why there are junior high school students from other schools standing here.

I was speechless by his answer.In his mind, he could almost imagine Tsunayoshi Sawada standing at the intersection of many gazes, so cramped that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Boy, are you such a persevering and determined persona?I underestimate you.

Although I really want to imitate Shi Fuyi to hide merit and fame, but unfortunately, I haven't cultivated to that level of indifference.I can't resist this kind of harmless kindness at all--or rather, I'm as content as most people, and I'm still happy to be thanked for even an unintentional effort.

However, just as I was about to change my opinion of him a little because of this, I caught sight of his slowed pace from the corner of my eye, and the boy's tone became flustered for some reason, "Doing this kind of thing without authorization really caused trouble to senior... I'm sorry!"

trouble?Where is the trouble?I was ordered to suspend classes and played happily for three days, and it was too late to be happy.But in order to prevent Tsunayoshi Sawada from being overwhelmed by guilt again, I decided to hide this sentence.

I felt exhausted and wiped my face, "Sawada-kun, do you want me to die here today?"

"How could it be! Nothing!" He hastily denied, his cheeks flushed.

"Then let's agree, from now on, don't apologize or thank you." Fortunately, the 14-year-old Tsunayoshi Sawada is only 1.5 meters nine, only [-] centimeters taller than me.I can reach out and hold his shoulder without any effort, and then pat it with a sincere tone, "What do you think?"

"Okay!" The boy stretched stiffly into a popsicle, until I retracted my hand, he drooped his shoulders again with a slight relief.Tsunayoshi Sawada is a little hunchbacked.I don’t know if he always stares at the toes of his shoes instead of the road ahead when he usually walks, but it is an established fact that my existence makes him very uncomfortable.

Under my speechless gaze, Tsunayoshi Sawada bumped into a telephone pole. He just stepped on a peel on the road 3 minutes ago. If I hadn't reached out to help him, he might have knocked out two teeth.

Timid, mediocre, bad luck.He alone accounted for most of the troubles of adolescents.

What a miserable word.I pursed my lips, trying not to show too much sympathy and want to laugh.

Bingdi is not too far from Bingsheng, it takes 15 minutes by bus to get there.Zetian's house is not too far from Bingsheng, and within 10 minutes' walk, you can see the winter jasmine flowers climbing on the wall of his courtyard.

Visiting ordinary people's homes was something new to me.I have basically only seen the kind of warm interior decoration with plain fabric sofas and cute and fleshy interiors on TV, and the houses I have visited are not very ordinary, such as the Atobe House, which is comparable to Buckingham Palace. The white sand of the Karesansui is painted as the Akashi family in the surf of Kanagawa.Kishitani's house is quite a normal apartment, but there will be a headless woman with a neat section at the neck in his house... It's so scary that I don't want to go there a second time.

But even so, I don't intend to enter the door.Sending Tsunayoshi Sawada to the door and preparing to leave, Mrs. Sawada, who sensed that her son had arrived home safely, suddenly ran out.By chance she saw me and wanted to keep me for dinner.Her familiarity and high enthusiasm seriously make me doubt whether Tsunayoshi Sawada is her own - no offense, just looking at their appearance can make people believe their blood relationship, but the personality gap between the mother and child is simply polarized .If Mrs. Sawada is the sun, then Tsunayoshi Sawada should be a little penguin under her brilliance that has not yet shed its fur.

I embarrassedly told her that I lived alone and my parents were not around, so I had to go back early.

The two Zetians all showed annoyed expressions after hearing this, yes, both of them.Mrs. Zetian thought for a while, and finally asked me to wait for a while, then turned and entered the room.

"Senior! Otherwise...or I'll send you back!" Tsunayoshi Sawada mustered up 12 points of courage to say this to me, "It's too dangerous for a girl to go home alone!"

"Then what's the point of me sending you back? Besides, isn't it dangerous for the boy to go home alone?" I beat him until he was speechless, and comforted him, "Don't worry, there is a direct bus. And The security guy downstairs in my apartment is so fierce that no fly dares to buzz in front of him."

Only then did he feel relieved, and smiled shyly.

Guess what Mrs. Sawada took back to the house?

I was holding a food box as big as half a tub, dumbfounded. According to the calculations going on in my mind, it contained at least three servings of chirashi sushi.

"Mom! It's too heavy! Senior has to take a car to go back, so I can't carry it!" Sawada Tsunayoshi frowned.

"But isn't it moving?" Mrs. Zetian pointed at my unshakable arm very naturally, "It seems to be very easy. Why don't you add another serving?"

"No, no, you're too polite!" I panicked now, I don't like chirashi sushi, and I don't want chirashi sushi for four people.According to my food intake, even if I eat three meals a day, I have to eat three meals a day, and I would be stupid to eat.

Under my strong refusal, Mrs. Zetian finally gave up the idea of ​​bringing another eel rice.

The moment I left, I immediately felt as comfortable as pulling out of the thick honey syrup.

Holding such a big food box, I always attract people's attention no matter where I go.But oddly enough, this is the first time I've seen an unsmiling baby alone in a suit on the street at my age.