What if I become Verlaine?

The villa and surrounding buildings were all destroyed. At first, Zhong Yuan thought he was going to sleep on the street tonight.

However, Rimbaud turned left in front of another street as if he had a goal, and found a well-preserved mansion.

The house has only one floor, but the rooms are very spacious, with four large rooms and a common living room and open kitchen.

Rimbaud took out a lot of old furniture from the coloring book, Wei Lun lazily released a wave of wind, and after cleaning the room, the new home was tidied up like this.

Teacher Saitama couldn't help but ask Nakahara Chuya in private: "I think the two of them have a tacit understanding."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked complicated: "Yes, whether it's reconciliation as before, or immediately flipping the table to fight, the two of them really have a tacit understanding."

Saitama-sensei looked at the orange-haired boy seriously.

"So it's all right?"

Zhong Yuan looked up at the bald teacher beside him slightly, and smiled.

"It's all right, and thank you, Saitama-sensei."

Teacher Saitama thought for a while, and he said, "Then I will come to see you tomorrow morning?"

Zhong Yuan also shook his head: "It's okay, I will call you tomorrow morning."

After confirming that the child could indeed face and deal with the follow-up problems on his own, Teacher Saitama walked away step by step.

Although Mr. Saitama felt that if this happened, he should let Nakahara Nakaya live in his home temporarily, and let the two adults deal with the problem before letting the boy go back.

Thinking of Nakahara Nakahara's bold words before, saying that he would make the two adults look at him directly, Mr. Saitama hesitated for a moment, but still did not say the words of invitation.

This is a boy's only growth path, he just needs to watch from the side.

Zhong Yuanzhong also helped Rimbaud search for usable furniture and equipment in the ruins, and Wei Lun had already gone to his new home to rest.

Rimbaud collected his own electronic equipment and Zhongya Zhongya's textbooks and homework, and saved some kitchen utensils. Seeing the darkness of the night, he called Chuya Zhongya to go back to sleep.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little worried: "Does Wei Lun really not need to go to the hospital?"

Rimbaud said casually: "He didn't mention this matter, shouldn't he go?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also subconsciously touched his cheek, which was the place Wei Lun had touched with his bloody cold fingers before, and Zhong Yuanzhong could still smell the rust-like blood in a trance.

The boy said worriedly: "...he seems to have vomited his internal organs, is it really all right?"

Rimbaud: "If you are worried, you can ask him."

Rimbaud and Zhongyuanzhong also returned to their new home, Zhongyuanzhong also hesitated for a while, but cautiously went outside Wei Lun's room, and tried to knock on the door.

There was no sound inside, and Zhongyuan Zhong also whispered: "I went in?"

After a pause of three or four seconds, Zhong Yuanzhong also pushed open the door and found that there was no one on the bed, the window was open, and the wind was blowing from outside. Wei Lun was sitting by the window with his eyes closed, as if he was resting.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said speechlessly: "If you are injured, you should take good care of it."

Wayne opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the light golden pupils were empty and cold, as if there was nothing.

Wei Lun blinked, and in the next second, there was a trace of warmth in his eyes looking at Zhongye Zhongyuan, and he said angrily: "Children will not grow tall if they stay up late, be careful that they will become short in the future."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't answer, he closed the door, walked slowly to Wei Lun, and looked at Wei Lun questioningly: "Are you okay?"

"How can it be okay?" Wei Lun sneered: "You try to be punched by Mr. Saitama?"

Zhong Yuan asked in a low voice, "Then why did you stand in front of Rimbaud?"

Wei Lun replied: "Because that is the optimal solution."

"It's a pity that Mr. Saitama is even more powerful. His power directly collapsed the space and hit me."

Then Wei Lun glanced at Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye: "Go and rest, I'm fine."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't believe it either: "Really?"

"I have encountered more serious injuries than this, and I have been half-dead several times. Don't underestimate me."

The boy's frank and simple concern finally softened Wei Lun's tone, the blond man raised his hand to beckon, Zhong Yuanzhong also subconsciously walked over.

Wei Lun suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Nakahara Chuya's cheek, and pulled it out forcefully.

Nakahara Chuya: "Oh! It hurts!"

Wei Lun said nastyly: "You brat is too much, you don't say anything when you know a super powerful person, and you use the other party as your hole card, and you blow it out directly..."

He pinched Nakahara Chuya's cheek, and was satisfied to see the boy screaming in pain, so he let go, and then rubbed Nakahara Chuya's head.

"You did a good job." Wei Lun lowered his voice and whispered: "Next time, you know? You are young, and children are your natural protective color. Most of the strong... well, except for perverts and psychopaths, normal strong people Everyone will be happy to help you, but you have to learn to distinguish between good and bad people you ask for help."

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his cheeks, and looked at Wei Lun in surprise: "...I hurt you, aren't you angry?"

Wei Lun nodded: "I'm angry, I want to tear your face apart."

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his cheeks and stared at Wei Lun vigilantly.

Wei Lun continued: "But this is not contradictory to me praising you and saying that your methods are good."

"I've seen a lot of people who praise others while destroying and oppressing others more vigorously. Just because they have such a good talent at a young age, of course they must be destroyed in advance to prevent them from killing them when they grow up."

Waylon concluded: "That's why I said, you have to learn to distinguish between good and bad people for help."

After Zhongyuan Zhongye heard this, he remembered what Wei Lun had said before.

He tentatively held Wei Lun's hand, and said softly, "Have you met many people who wanted to kill you?"

Wei Lun looked down at the boy holding his hand, and suddenly felt that Zhongya Zhongya, who grew up on Leibo Street, not only did not grow crooked, but was still so innocent, it was really not easy.

"The strong will always encounter dross on the road of growth, otherwise how can they polish themselves?"

Wei Lunyu taught Chuya Zhongyuan earnestly: "You have to learn to kill anyone who is hostile to you in advance, understand?"

The corner of Nakahara Chuya's mouth twitched, he wrote down this sentence on his face, and thought of going back to ask Rimbaud and Saitama teacher.

Wei Lun saw that Zhong Yuanzhong also wrote it down, and then said: "Okay, go to rest, don't disturb my recovery."

Zhong Yuanzhong also obediently responded, and when he opened the door to leave, he looked back in a strange way.

Wei Lun looked sideways at the moon outside the window, and the icy moonlight fell on his face, making him look as indifferent and rigid as an ice sculpture.

Zhong Yuan also closed the door, and he went to Rimbaud's room.

Rimbaud didn't sleep either. He was looking at the company's financial statements, and when he heard Zhong Yuan knocking on the door, he asked casually, "How is Wei Lun's injury?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little distressed: "I don't know, he seems to be acting as usual."

Rimbaud casually hummed: "He may have been in a fighting state at any time before, and even if he was injured, he would not show the slightest flaw. Remember, the strong man in this situation is very dangerous. Don't provoke him, he will expose himself. Hurting."

Looking at the continuously flowing data on the computer screen, Rimbaud calculated in his mind what impact the meteorites would have on his second-hand smuggling company in the future.

Zhongyuan Zhong also asked abruptly: "Ranbo, why did you two reconcile after you gave Wei Lun your hat?"

Rimbaud said lightly, "Who told you that you are reconciled?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also at a loss: "But you..."

"It's getting late, you should go to bed."

Rimbaud pressed down the screen, and said to Zhong Yuan Zhongye: "Anyway, Wei Lun's injury is not serious, he won't be able to fight with me in a while, we will live in this world for more than a month, you can slowly observe .”

Zhong Yuan was also right after thinking about it, said good night, and left.

Rimbaud watched the boy leave, sighed heavily, and rubbed his temples.

After all, I softened my heart.

Rimbaud thought of Verlaine for no reason when he heard Verlaine say that he could not trust anyone.

Isn't the reason why Verlaine betrayed him because he never considered himself a human being?

If Verlaine's loneliness and paranoia are due to his identity, what about Verlaine?

Making a person into a state similar to that of an inhuman, isn't such a life experience even more terrifying?

Rimbaud couldn't help laughing bitterly, why did he always meet such a guy?

The next day, Rimbaud went out early in the morning, and Zhong Yuan took his French vocabulary book to review his vocabulary after breakfast. Wei Lun didn't get up until the sun was high and his hair was messy.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't look up, he focused on the vocabulary card in his hand: "Breakfast is in the pot, you can eat it after heating it up."

But after a while, Wei Lun actually sat in front of Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Wei Lun in surprise, Wei Lun picked up a pen and wrote a bunch of ghost symbols on the paper.

With a troubled expression on his face, Wei Lun handed the pile of ghostly drawn symbols to Chuya Zhongyuan: "This is the alphabet, this is your name, the line below is Rimbaud's, and the line at the end is mine."

Central Plains was also a little confused: "Name?"

Wei Lun complained: "You don't think that the writing at my house is the same as here?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, he looked at this pile of ghostly symbols, as if he was facing a big enemy.

"While the pronunciation is similar, the writing is quite different."

Wei Lun said with a half-smile: "There are six continents on our known map, and there are dozens of countries on each continent, and there are hundreds of languages ​​in total. In addition to the common language of the whole continent, those who want to be free To walk in that world, you have to master a common language in every region."

Wei Lun listed on the paper the languages ​​that he thinks the Central Plains also needs to learn: "In addition to modern languages, if you want to do special work there, or want to become a person with power, you'd better learn one or two languages. An ancient script, of course, this is a further study course in the future.”

"My injury can recover in about two months. We will set off in two months. During this period, you must at least have a rough grasp of the common language of Dalu, and be able to distinguish the differences between the three languages."

Seeing the boy's blue face, Wei Lun said happily: "Come on and study, Zhongye~"

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help asking Wei Lun: "Do you know it?"

Wei Lun said naturally: "Of course, although I dare not say that I have mastered all the characters, but I can speak the common language of each continent and the national language of a powerful country, and which country has a strong person, just in case , I will also learn the native language of the strong.”

"In addition to my professional relationship, I have studied ancient characters with many professionals, and I do know three or four ancient languages, which will help me learn another combat character."

This speaks to the reading characters and formulas studied within the Association.

"At the same time, I can also distinguish no less than three languages ​​of non-human races, and I can roughly judge the wishes expressed by the other party, and then communicate in sign language."

Wei Lun smiled, and said lightly: "You forgot? I said before, I know a lot."

Zhong Yuanzhong also swallowed, and suddenly felt that his future was dark.

Wei Lun left after leaving the basic alphabet of Dalu Common Language. At noon, Rimbaud came back from the company. He was going to stockpile gray supplies before the meteorite fell, so as to make a fortune after disasters hit various places in the future.

While making tomato pasta, Rimbaud calculated how many bullets he had to stockpile in advance.

Firearms can be used for a long time, but new bullets are needed. The more turbulent the situation, the more people want to have weapons to protect themselves. If there are no bullets in the firearms, the function of the firearms is not as good as bricks.

Especially for groups in gray areas, their need for bullets will only be higher and more urgent.

This was an opportunity to make a fortune, and Rimbaud certainly couldn't let it go.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took the alphabet left by Wei Lun to find Rimbaud, he relayed what Wei Lun said in the morning, and then looked at Rimbaud: "He said let me learn, I think you want to learn too? "

Rimbaud was a little surprised when he heard it. He took the alphabet that Zhongyuan Zhongye handed over, glanced at it, and showed a gentle smile.

It's not that he wants to learn it, but Wei Lun gave Rimbaud this thing, and he just borrowed it from Chuya Zhongyuan.

Yesterday Rimbaud gave Wei Lun the hat containing the supernatural metal, and got the hat that controls the power switch, Wei Lun was able to let go of his guard a little bit.

Today Wei Lun took out this information. Only after mastering the basic information of the different world can Rimbaud take a step back and agree to go to the different world with Wei Lun.

This is a sign of true peace.

"Really? Several languages ​​to learn?"

Rimbaud said in a very casual tone: "This is normal. If we were in Yokohama, I would also let you learn French, English, German, Italian and other European languages ​​immediately. After that, you need to master Chinese and learn some other languages." Two native languages ​​of Latin America and Arabic of the Middle East."

"The ancient language spoken by Weilun should correspond to our Latin language, right? It seems that Weilun's identity is more complicated and troublesome than I imagined."

Rimbaud said enthusiastically, "Let's put French aside and learn the lingua franca first."

He looked at Nakahara Chuya with a gentle expression, and said: "We should learn together, and we should be able to master it soon."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the ghostly symbols that looked like a heavenly book, and then looked at Rimbaud's confident expression, and suddenly felt that he was weak.