[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

For some people, having dreams and chasing them is as natural as eating and drinking water. They don't need to work hard to find out what kind of person they want to be and what kind of life they want to live. Go forward, and dreams can come true naturally.

But for more people, even until the day of death, they don't know what dreams are.

Maybe they also had related dreams when they were young, hoping to become great people when they grow up, but it is a pity that the pressure from the surrounding environment made these people have to give up their dreams and pursue their dreams. bread.

Go to a good school, find a good job, find a suitable partner at the right age, the two join hands to enter the palace of marriage, have one or two caring children, and watch them grow up healthily... just like in this world Like countless strangers, they have similar but not necessarily the same life trajectories.

Yayoi Komaeda doesn't think there's anything wrong with such a life, but for Il fans, such a life is definitely not what he thinks in his heart.

Unlike Xiba who ran away from home angrily, the white-haired beating enemy was destined to be left in the mansion to inherit the position of the patriarch. On the contrary, these black-haired children who were neglected during their growth had more freedom.

It's just that for them, the so-called dream and the real self are ideas that will only emerge after a long time after leaving home, or even after suffering a big loss.

Then Yayoi Komaeda, who has a relationship with Shiba separated by a world, and is placed in the position of elder anyway, naturally doesn't want to see Il fans go around in such a vicious circle.

A person's lifespan is limited, and even those who have learned to read and absorb the inadvertently passing life force in their bodies cannot truly live a long life.

When I was young, I felt that time was too long, so long that there was no end in sight; as I grew older, I felt that time went too fast, and it slipped through my fingers before I did anything.

If you don't wake up the opponent, how much time will be wasted when Yier fans have the freedom to step out of the door to beat the enemy and find his true self?

"Let your elder brother take a good rest."

Helping Michi lay the sleeping bags for Kurt and the others, seeing Michi's sweet and troubled expression as a brother, Komaeda couldn't help laughing.

"I've never seen Big Brother so close before."

The restless Qiya quietly approached Yiermi, squatted very close to the other side and whispered, "Brother is so beautiful."

The skin is unnaturally white, and the long hair hanging on the shoulders is indescribably smooth. It is the heroine in all shampoo commercials.

They won't be ugly when they beat up the Hakkas. Mi Ji, the only one who has lowered his appearance, also lost his fat during the devil training, and successfully evolved into a contrasting handsome boy who is a handsome man as long as he doesn't open his mouth.

"You can just say what you said now, if you let the eldest brother hear it, you will be finished."

Mi Ji rolled his eyes: "I don't know why my eldest brother grows his hair so long, maybe it's because of the need to dress up as a woman at work? But he definitely won't like someone saying the word beautiful to him. "

"You think I'm stupid."

Qi Ya skillfully choked with Mi Ji: "Of course I only dared to say it while taking advantage of the good opportunity that my elder brother can't hear it now."

"Take a picture?"

"Keep a souvenir?"

The two brothers looked at each other, and the words "I will understand if you don't tell me" appeared vividly on their faces.

So Mi Ji contributed a tablet, and Qi Ya touched his index fingers and thumbs together to form a viewfinder frame and choose a suitable angle for entering the shot.

Well, these two children are really typical representatives of not being immortal.

But what does this have to do with me?All I have to do is raise the camera in my hand and save a file for them.

The real devil, Yayoi Komaeda, used his camera, which didn't move at all, to take [-] consecutive shots with a single press, and the photos were taken in frames of cartoons.

Nail fan, where did he go?

He stood in front of the cabin and didn't take a step out for a long time.

—Is it because of fear?Or do you have other ideas?

Yiermi is just pure, wanting to take another look at himself, who is stacking blocks, from the window.

When he saw this picture, he remembered it. This was one of the gifts he received on his third birthday. Building blocks of different sizes and shapes determined its status. He jumped from a newcomer to the main palace and became an Il fan. favorite toy.

However, this liking only lasted for two or three hours.

After twelve o'clock, he was still stacking building blocks in the toy room next to the bedroom, but Shiba picked him up directly.

He thought he was caught playing games when he was supposed to be sleeping, and made his parents unhappy. After being picked up, he obediently didn't dare to speak, waiting for his father's reprimand.

Whoever imagined it, Ill fans were sent into the training room with such a gesture.

The unassembled building blocks became the only memory left by him before the age of three. The unfinished house was always missing a piece. The big red triangle symbolizing enthusiasm and happiness lay beside his hand, and he never had the strength to lift it up. .

The remaining happiness or grievances, as well as other memories, were all covered by the bloody scene when she was three years old.

So much so that Yi Ermi stood by the window and thought about it seriously, but couldn't find any more things.

——Will he put the roof on then?

Thinking about this question, Yier fans patiently waited for the trumpet to act on his own.

That building block looks quite big, but it is definitely suitable for children of his age to play with. Besides, how can the children who beat up the enemy be the same as those in ordinary families? Not to mention this piece of wood.

But the trumpet himself moved all the wooden blocks other than the big red triangle, but still didn't pay attention to the roof of this house.

He seems to have ignored this obvious block of color, concentrating on making the house look something else.

—Why not put the roof up.

During this long wait, Yier fans couldn't help but have such thoughts.

If it was him, he must have discovered the missing place long ago. He couldn't have completely ignored it, but deliberately didn't move the triangular wooden block.

--I see.

His right hand clenched his fist and knocked on the palm of his left hand, and Yi Ermi tilted his head. He thought he had found the right reason.

"It turns out that I have been resenting them all the time."

The words that cannot be said in the real world, the Yier fans in the spiritual world naturally expressed: "No wonder 'I' is not willing, I remember that I put the building blocks at that time, I wanted to pile up a big room, let The whole family lives in it."

A room for Shiba and Kiju, a room for himself, for his grandfather and great-grandfather, and even for his unborn brothers—he knew from an early age that there would be many children in the family—all prepared without forgetting. .

Where the squares were not enough, he also dismantled some other toys and temporarily patched them up, and was going to ask his father to buy another set when he got up the next day.

He also prepared reasons to persuade the other party, such as studying hard in the future, and learning ten more words every day than before.

It's just completely useless.

After blinking, Yier Fan didn't bother to urge the trumpet himself, and continued to stand by and watch.

The time here is passing, and so is the outside world. When it was time for dinner, Curt walked up to Mi Ji, and gently tugged on the second brother's sleeve.

"Second brother, doesn't elder brother eat?"

I didn't eat at noon, so it doesn't matter if I don't eat at night?

Curt expressed his concern with his eyes.

"Eh..." Miji was at a loss for words, he looked at Yayoi Komaeda, "Do you need to wake up brother?"

Anyway, he didn't have the guts to wake up a sleeping dragon?I'm sorry, he, a supporting passer-by character who can't get the protagonist in Dragon Quest, should not challenge such a high difficulty.

"Don't worry about him."

Yayoi Komaeda waved her hand: "Ilmi is just tired and resting."

"Well, brother has been working very hard before, so let him sleep well this time."

Mi Ji explained it to Ke Te in this way, Ke Te nodded and ran to help Qi Ya and the others.

Qiya and Aluka also looked at Ilmi worriedly. In the afternoon, Uncle Komaeda had already explained to them the current state of his elder brother, but the word "spiritual world" sounds very metaphysical...and if he wakes up But what if we come?

They don't think that the eldest brother can't wake up. After all, the eldest brother is so strong that he can crush them into scum in minutes, but they are not afraid of ten thousand but just in case.

But it's useless to worry here. All they can do is wait patiently.

Yi Ermi, who was worried by his younger brother, was unconscious at all, and looked at the pile of blocks for an unknown amount of time with a normal expression.

Well, it started again.

He added one to the number of restarts, half of his attention was on "himself", and half was on the red triangle.

Every time Trumpet's own hand approached the red triangle, his heart would twitch. When the other party finally jumped over the triangle, he couldn't describe the feeling at this moment.

Is it lost, or satisfied... I can't tell.

It's just that he wanted the other party to finish the house that could never be finished, and he didn't want to finish it so quickly.

The endless house is his resentment for beating up the enemy. Once the building is completed, the resentment will disappear, so he is still unwilling to complete this last step.

Do I have to wait until the day he wakes up?

Or, I have to push the door in by myself and help him finish it.

The door was not locked, and a slit was deliberately left, as if waiting for the people outside to quickly enter.

"It's so obvious, if I don't go in, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for myself."

Saying so, Yi Ermi stood at the door without moving.

This room, from the people inside to this door, is the existence that he least wants to touch. It's like hearing so many great truths, but eating all the losses that should be suffered. It's the same reason. .

I know I can't eat fried chicken with Coke at night, it's not good for my health.

But I just want to eat, so what can I do.

In this world, Yi Erfan revealed all the self-willedness that he had never revealed before, and completely vented it.

"But I just don't want to go in."

He also took out a few short and fat nails, and played with his left hand and right hand, as if this game was much more interesting than stacking blocks.

Yi Ermi's movement made the noise far bigger than him standing outside the window, and even shocked his small self.

Yi Ermi, who was still short-haired, turned her head and looked over curiously with her round cat eyes.