The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Mobei came to the school again in the afternoon, and the oranges he put on He Songming's desk were gone.

He Songming was still sleeping on the table, and there was a faint orange smell in the air. Ruan Mobei couldn't help laughing. He sat on his seat and whispered to him: "Good afternoon."

There are many things that children can do very cutely. If Ruan Mobei was an adult, he would never talk like this, but now hearing his soft and waxy childish voice, his heart almost melts.

His appearance was vaguely reflected on the window glass. The boy had a round face, with a little baby fat, and his eyes were black and bright, quite energetic.

Ruan Mobei pursed his lips, and the boy in the glass reflection smiled at him, his brows and eyes were curved, and his eyes were full of wit.

He is so cute.

Ruan Mobei didn't remember what he was like when he was a child, but now he finally had the chance to see it, and couldn't help but look a few more times, but he didn't notice that He Songming quietly raised his head and glanced at him.

The class bell rang, and Ruan Mobei hurriedly sat down. The lessons taught by the fourth-grade children were all pediatrics for him, and he would be familiar with them. Ruan Mobei was really bored, so he took out a book from the table hole and hid it in the textbook , opened the first page.

The back half of the classroom was in chaos, and the teacher usually wouldn't step off the podium. Under the cover of chaos, Ruan Mobei boldly concentrated on watching.

He went home at noon. There were a lot of books at home, which could help him better understand this era. Ruan Mobei randomly picked two books from the bookshelf and stuffed them into his schoolbag.

His parents in this world are still alive, but the appearance of both of them is very strange to him, making Ruan Mobei sure that they are not his real parents.

It should be just an NPC-like existence in this world, he looked at the couple's wedding photo on the wall, and a faint regret rose in his heart.

Why regret it?

Ruan Mobei spent the whole afternoon reading, and finished the nearly [-] pages of the book in his hand. His speed was quite fast, which was not something a child of this age could have at all.

When the school bell rang, Ruan Mobei finally put down the book. His mind was still full of the plot in the book. He was so fascinated by it that he never left his seat all afternoon. Compared to a child, an adult must be more Can sit still.

Until a hoarse voice came from the side: "Let me go."

It was only then that Ruan Mobei realized that He Songming, like him, sat in his seat for the whole afternoon.

Ruan Mobei hurriedly stood up and asked He Songming to go out. The boy walked around Ruan Mobei and came to the corridor. He might have hypoglycemia. He swayed twice, his thin arms resting on the table, so he didn't fall down. .

Watching He Songming's lonely figure pass between the playful children and walk out of the classroom door, Ruan Mobei took a deep breath and put the book he had just finished back into his bag.

After school, he should pack up and go home like the other children, but Ruan Mobei still wanted to wait for He Songming.

It took He Songming 5 minutes to come back. He wanted to go to the toilet for about the whole afternoon, but Ruan Mobei stayed outside without moving. He didn't say the first sentence to Ruan Mobei until he couldn't hold it anymore. .

Before He Songming could speak, Ruan Mobei stood up and made way for him.

The pale boy lowered his eyes and returned to his seat. The sky had gradually dimmed, and there was no one in the classroom except the students who were on duty.

He seemed to have finally woken up, looking out of the window for the first time, the sun that provided light and heat was about to disappear on the horizon, and the moon and stars were looming from the night sky.

He Songming is quite thin, and a gust of wind outside can blow him away. Except for two oranges, he probably didn't eat anything else at noon. Ruan Mobei took out a pack of calcium milk biscuits from his schoolbag and put them on the table. , and pushed it to He Songming.

"If you don't eat, you won't grow tall."

He Songming turned his head, finally looked at him again, and said flatly, "I won't eat."

It's a pity that because the voice is too childish, it is not lethal at all.

Even though he said that, he kept his eyes on Ruan Mobei's hand on the biscuit, betraying his truest thoughts.

Ruan Mobei held back his smile, pretended he didn't hear it, and put on his schoolbag: "See you tomorrow."

He walked out of the classroom, got into the car, and returned to his home in this world.

Here, his parents are very kind to him, and their relationship is also loving. Everything is the scene of the most normal human family. Ruan Mobei sees it in his eyes, but feels blocked in his heart.

For the next few days, he would bring He Songming some food, bread, biscuits and milk, the most hungry things. Although He Songming didn't say anything, every time Ruan Mobei took advantage of him to go to the toilet, he secretly checked him When you look at the table hole, you will find that the food is gone.

The young He Songming in the first world also likes this. Is it an inherent attribute of the young He Songming?

What He Songming said to him the most was "I'll go out for a while". In contrast, Ruan Mobei said so much to him, he was just a talker, and all the students in the class were unwilling to talk to He Songming. Even when homework was collected, news had to be sent through Ruan Mobei.

Under Ruan Mobei's constant voice bombardment, He Songming may have loosened up a little, or maybe he didn't. In any case, he at least didn't speak harshly to the stubborn Ruan Mobei. Telling him to shut up is already a good move. It's started.

With Ruan Mobei feeding these days, it stands to reason that He Songming's physical condition should have improved, but the boy is still as pale as ever, and even has symptoms of hypoglycemia more frequently. If you are willing to stand up, you should follow suit.

Is it not enough?Ruan Mobei brought more food, and even brought a lunch box in the morning, and secretly stuffed it into the hole in his table.

No matter how much he feeds, He Songming's condition will not be relieved in the slightest.

Could it be sick?

Ruan Mobei doesn't know, the child is unwilling to have a deeper communication with him now, the door of his heart is closed, and he can't find any useful information from other classmates and teachers, only that he will sit for a long time at night Car, back to the orphanage to rest.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Ruan Mobei asked himself, he couldn't be more kind to He Songming. He recalled that when he was a classmate with He Songming in the real world, the other party treated him so well, like an old mother in every detail, let him use the best Spend your time on campus in a happy state.

Is this the feeling of the party who needs to give in the first place?

Fortunately, he was also eager to respond to He Songming at that time, so that He Songming would not be like him now, with a hot face and a cold butt.

How long will this day last?

Today it was Ruan Mobei's turn to be on duty. He mopped the floor in the corridor outside the classroom and went downstairs to take out the trash. When he came back, He Songming had already left.

Ruan Mobei was the only one left in the empty classroom. He put all the hygiene tools away, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he walked up to the podium, picked up an electronic chalk, tiptoed, and wrote the first word .

Cataclysm (2271 AD)

AI (3219 AD)

Rainforest (3725 AD)

Snowfield (AD 4213)

Protoss (4534 AD, 187 BC)

Manor (AD 5001, Star Calendar 280)

Werewolves (AD 5514, Star Calendar 794)

Now (AD 5673, Star Calendar 953)

With the Ark boarding the Twilight Star as the starting point, the ephemeris calendar began to be used, and that year was set as the first year, and fewer and fewer people used the Gregorian calendar.

Ruan Mobei arranged the worlds he experienced in chronological order, and began to sort out the clues he got in each world.

Soon, he filled the entire blackboard, Ruan Mobei took two steps back, looked up at the dense white handwriting, lost in thought.

After a long while, he took another step forward. At the top of all the words, he grabbed the edge of the blackboard with his little hands, stood on tiptoes, and wrote a line crookedly on the top with all his strength:

Modern (2021 AD)

Ruan Mobei looked at the blackboard silently. If he considered the real world he used to think to be part of the process of collecting soul fragments, the whole picture of the matter would be much clearer.

In the world of 2021, he embarked on a journey of searching for real memories. The trigger of the incident was the car accident that He Songming encountered.

Afterwards, all the worlds ended with his own death. What if... in 2021, he should have died in a car accident?

Because he didn't die in that small world, did these subsequent stories happen?

He Songming took his place, freeing him temporarily from the never-ending cycle of death.

Ruan Mobei took a deep breath, he could feel the truth ahead, as long as he took one step further, he would be able to tear off the veil of hypocrisy and face the cruelty directly.

But he didn't dare to go any further. The lessons from the last world are still vivid in his mind. Once he touches the boundary prematurely, something will happen to stop him forcibly.

Ruan Mobei picked up the eraser and erased everything written without leaving any traces.

He walked to the end of the classroom, put his schoolbag on his back, locked the door, and left the teaching building.

At this time, the school bus had already left. His parents were busy with work and couldn't come to pick him up today. He needed to take a taxi home.

It was completely dark, except for the lights in the duty room on campus, the lights in other classrooms were turned off.

Ruan Mobei quickened his pace, and when he passed the alley between the two teaching buildings, he suddenly heard a lot of movement from inside.

"Talk, huh? Are you pretending to be dumb for your father and me without saying a word?"

Laughter followed, Ruan Mobei couldn't hold back his curiosity, stopped in his tracks, and looked in with his probe.

The thin and pale boy was pushed and shoved, his back hit the wall, staggered and fell to the ground. He hugged his schoolbag tightly, pursed his lips, and faced the siege of several boys who were much taller than him , without saying a word.

"This bastard can't even speak human words, can he?" The boy at the head flew out and lifted it on his calf. He Songming shuddered from the pain, but still didn't make any sound.

"Did you take the things I asked you to bring yesterday? Is it in the bag?" The boy stretched out his hand, about to snatch the bag from He Songming's arms.

He Songming was holding on to the schoolbag tightly. He was so skinny and wobbled around all day to the point of fainting. He didn't have much strength at all, and was almost pulled up from the ground by the boy. Even so, he refused to let go no matter what.

Bullying classmates?

Ruan Mobei suddenly became angry. He used to be very uncomfortable with such school violence. In the class next door to his junior high school, there was a little girl from the countryside. She was dressed in rather rustic clothes, and her classmates often mocked and bullied her deliberately. Ruan Mobei met him once when he forced the little girl to run while shouting for help, and without saying a word, he punched the boy who yelled the most in the face.

He has been like this since he was a child, as if there is a supreme existence in the dark, quietly burying the seed called justice in his blood and bones.

Ruan Mobei lowered his head, found a stone nearby, held it in his hand and weighed it, and when the children's punches and kicks attacked He Songming, he rushed out, not like what was shown in TV dramas and literary works, With a sense of justice, he shouted "Stop!"

He is a child now, with limited physical condition, facing eight or nine children who are taller than him, if he rashly shows up to confront him head-on, it will probably turn into a situation where he and He Songming squat side by side in a corner hugging their heads and being beaten.

Ruan Mobei stepped lightly and quickly came behind them. The boys who were excitedly performing violence failed to notice Ruan Mobei's approach until the stone fell and hit the head of the boy directly on the back of the neck!

The boy let out a muffled grunt, was knocked unconscious instantly, and fell to the ground.

Ruan Mobei was not worried that his life would be in danger. Although he had become a child, he was still very sure of his power control.

The other boys hurriedly looked at him, and in just a blink of an eye, one fell to the ground again.

Ruan Mobei kicked across and tripped the nearest child. He passed under one of the raised arms, grabbed He Songming's hand, and pulled him to run wildly.

The other person's wrist held in his hand was thinner than imagined, it was almost skin and bones, and it could be wrapped around with a child's hand.

Scolding and shouting sounded, and the sound of chasing footsteps came from behind. Ruan Mobei dragged He Songming and ran all the way out of the school gate, into another alley nearby.

The two children are like dexterous mice, moving dexterously between the obstacles made of trash cans and courier boxes. There is a two-meter-high barbed wire blocking the way in front of them. Jian kicked hard, turned over beautifully, and used both hands as assistance when landing, and crossed the two-meter-high net quite smoothly.

He Songming threw his schoolbag on his back and climbed up step by step. When he climbed to the top with difficulty, Ruan Mobei below had already pushed the trash can next to him. He Songming jumped on the trash can before being cautious. It's underground.

His jump was far less light than Ruan Mobei's, and the lid of the trash can was slightly dented.

Under the action of inertia, He Songming rushed forward two steps and almost fell. The other big boys who were chasing after him had already reached the barbed wire fence and were about to crawl over. Ruan Mobei hurriedly grabbed his hand and continued to run.

Passing through two alleys, gradually throwing off his footsteps, and running for a certain distance, Ruan Mobei stopped slowly, propping his knees with his hands, panting with his mouth open, and breathing calmly.

He Songming lost his strength a long time ago, and ran staggeringly. It was only because of Ruan Mobei's dragging him that he could last until now. As soon as he stopped, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

He was panting badly, and his face became even paler. Ruan Mobei was almost worried that he would just hold his breath.

He Songming looked at Ruan Mobei, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead and temples, making his eyes particularly black and white.

He Songming struggled to get up, but his feet gave way, and he fell to the ground on his back, groaning from the pressure of the schoolbag behind him.

Are you tired?

Ruan Mobei knelt down beside him with a plop, shaking his arm, pretending to cry: "You don't want to die."

The corners of He Songming's lips twitched, revealing a rather faint smile, which was finally amused by him.

Ruan Mobei took off his schoolbag and lay on his back next to He Songming. The grass beneath him was unexpectedly soft. His field of vision was occupied by the sky full of stars, and the countless dots of light reflected in the child's dark and clear eyes.

They actually ran to the embankment, the flat grass stretched far, far away, and there were pedestrians in twos and threes on the road beside them, but they didn't pay attention to the two children who ran madly and were lying on their backs on the grass.

"It's so beautiful." Ruan Mobei said, after becoming a child, he can say many things that he would not normally say.

Ruan Mobei raised his hand and spread his fingers apart. The night sky was divided into pieces by the boy's fingers, as if they could be connected into different constellations.

He Songming still didn't say a word, his breathing gradually became calm, and the schoolbag that was protected as a treasure returned to his arms, and he didn't know what was in it.

The evening breeze was cool, and insects were buzzing. The source of the sound seemed to be not far away. Ruan Mobei took out his water glass and handed it to He Songming: "Would you like some water?"

The boy's lips were chapped and peeled. He swallowed, subconsciously wanting to refuse, but Ruan Mobei directly unscrewed the lid of the cup and stuffed it into his hand: "It's okay, you drink from here, I didn't touched."

He Songming: ...

The thermos cup in his hand was clearly cool with a metal texture, but it seemed a little hot to the touch. He Songming lowered his eyes and finally took a sip.

The warm water flowed through the esophagus, and the burning feeling in the throat was relieved a lot. He Songming returned the cup to Ruan Mobei, finally looked at the sky full of stars, and sat up.

"Let's go, let's go eat something together."

Ruan Mobei got up from the grass and patted the grass clippings on his body. There were many snack bars on the side of the street above the embankment, and the bright lights were shining through the windows, which was extraordinarily warm.

No need.

He Songming wanted to refuse, but before he could say anything, his hand was held again by the boy's warm hand. Ruan Mobei's palm was still sweating hot, and he could feel it with just a simple touch. The blood flowed vigorously under the skin.

His voice was choked, and He Songming stared at Ruan Mobei's neck with his collar exposed, followed behind him, crossed the grass and the edge of the embankment, and watched him forcefully push open the door of a snack bar.