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At this time, Milan was in a state of embarrassment to resist Bamboo's attack.

Although Drucker didn't teach two-person confrontation, how can a child not fight?Bamboo's random fists and kicks landed on Milan one after another-he didn't dare to hit his face, and the marks on his face were easy to be questioned by his parents.

The two even took off their coats because they were afraid that their clothes would get dirty and it would be difficult to explain when they went back home.

The reason why Milan is so embarrassed is that he took the initiative to take off the vision aid.

There are only shades of light and shadow in front of him, and even the light and shadow have a very narrow field of vision. To judge Bamboo's attack from the change of light and shadow, even a physicist would have to work hard, not to mention that Milan is just a child!

Unable to dodge after being punched several times, Milan vigilantly guarded against possible attack directions.After taking off the vision aid that never left his body, there was an obvious light-colored wide mark on his face, like a belt across the eye—this is the proof that he has not been exposed to the sun for a long time because he was blocked by the vision aid.His hair color is the same as Banbu's, which is maroon, and his pupils are different from Banbu's black eyes, which are dark brown to black. Although he is almost completely blind except for light perception, his eyes are not shrunk and deformed, and he can Turning with light and shadow or sound, it looks like a normal person.

However, he couldn't see it after all.

...This won't work...I have to find a way.

Milan knew that when he became an adult—that is, ten years later—he would be able to recover his eyesight, but now his flaws were very obvious, and—as an older brother, how could he not protect his brother!

Bamboo looked like he had small arms and legs, and he really wanted to use his hands. Not to mention Milan, even Minadeluke and even the entire "Wild Horde" mercenary group were no match for him.Even if he only attacked with the strength and speed of a child of the same age, Milan kept retreating, and red marks gradually appeared on his body.

Milan waited for a while, but did not feel Bamboo's attack: "Bambu, what are you doing?"

Bamboo slowly stretched out a palm, and it wasn't until he was about [-] centimeters away from Milan that the opponent reacted and counterattacked.But Milan's counterattack was all based on feeling. As soon as Bamboo stopped his hand in time, Milan's fist was missed, and he staggered forward a few steps, in a mess.

Bamboo supported him: "Milan, this won't work."

"Yeah, this won't work..." Milan lowered his head in frustration, "Bambu, will my brother be very useless?"

"Why do you say that?" Bamboo asked back, "You work so hard, why?"

"I want to protect you, and family members have to protect each other." Milan replied without hesitation, "And you are the youngest, we all have an obligation to protect you. Dads have their own affairs, and I am always with you , of course I want to protect you."

"Because you love me?"

"Of course I love you." Milan approached Bamboo's voice, stretched out his hand, touched the other person's hair accurately, and snorted: "Unfortunately, I can't learn how to shoot..." He wanted to use it One's way of dealing with one's own body, unfortunately, he can judge the approximate distance based on experience, but such things as sniping require extremely keen eyesight, which Milan can't do.

Bamboo stood there and let him touch him, his eyes were unscrupulous, and he looked at the unaware Milan's face. He knew that the child in front of him was very weak, how did he form such a firm desire to protect?

The formation mechanism of this feeling is monopoly?Is it sympathy?Is blood?Is it family?Is it an obligation?Is it pay and return?Is it dedication and taking?

This observation object is really worth studying—it's a pity that it can't be eaten.

"I mean, there's no need for you to do that, right? As long as I ignore them, they won't be interested after a long time." Bamboo finally explained his intentions, and at the same time took Milan's hand off his head, Pulling him to the place where the schoolbag and jacket were placed, he took out the vision mirror and handed it to him.

"I know that my Bamboo knows it in his heart, and he is not as stupid as others say and doesn't understand anything." Milan put on the vision aid, smiled and continued to reach out to stroke Bamboo's soft hair, "Even if you can Protect yourself, people who love you will still worry about you - I will find a way to solve it."

He didn't spend all his time practicing gymnastics for a month. Through Gino, who turned an enemy into a friend—the boy tore up and smeared Bamboo's textbooks at first, mainly because he was jealous that Bamboo had a talented brother. Hearing Milan praise him, the little guy secretly followed them all the way, and "talked" with Milan alone, and friendship came into being inexplicably-got to the place where the older children often gather.

--stadium.

There was nothing they could do about getting Bamboo wet if they insisted it was a prank.There are ways to play tricks, Milan thought of several ways, but he rejected them all.He can take revenge back, such as getting a sprayer that can squirt water and track, but the other party is bigger than them, and the pranks will also escalate.

That's just learning gymnastics.

After a month, Milan's strength and speed have grown significantly, but once he fights, he can't immediately judge the distance and predict, and he will always be at a disadvantage.

"I have to think about what to do..." Milan thought, flipping through the communicator, "Hey, Dad told us to have a meeting after dinner, any good news?"

Bamboo had put on his coat silently and handed Milan another one.

"Bambu, see if I'm dirty?" Milan couldn't tell the subtle stains by himself.

Bamboo looked left and right, took out a handkerchief: "Stand still, I'll wipe it."

"Okay. Let's take a rest before going back."

"Yeah." Bamboo didn't deny that he was really "stupid" - every noun corresponds to Xingwang has thousands of explanations, elaborations, extended meanings, and derivatives. It takes him time to summarize, extract and analyze It has been reduced as much as possible, but in the eyes of others, it will always be a slow beat.

Perhaps, to control the breadth and depth of your search?Or just don’t search—yes, naturally absorb what people around you think you should know or don’t know, ask questions if you don’t understand, and the answer given by the person who asked the question must be the answer they want.

Bamboo secretly decided to reduce his search frequency.

Although the two of them pretended to be nonchalant—Bamboo's paralyzed face was very helpful, and Milan was wearing a vision aid, so he didn't have direct eye contact, and it was difficult to detect a guilty conscience—but in front of the two mercenaries, all kinds of disguises were In Pediatrics, the two children have undergone strenuous exercise, and they probably practiced it by themselves.

Announcing the travel plan for the summer vacation, Milan was really excited.

Bamboo's eyes are also bright -- "going out" equals "exposure to new things", equals "collecting more physical data", equals "a sumptuous buffet"!

It's late at night, in the master bedroom.

"...The little angels have grown up and have their own little secrets, and they refuse to share it with Drucker's father..." Drucker rested his head on Mina's thigh, buried his face in Mina's lower abdomen, and held his arms. Put your arms around each other's waist.

"Okay, don't pretend to be pitiful." Mina said, without pushing Drucker away, "Children always have their own little secrets, I don't know about Bamboo, if Milan can't solve it, he will definitely bring it up to us .”

"Think about Mina, our kids will grow up and start families, Milan must love adventure, and Bamboo would be a good researcher or librarian."

"If the two of them develop their talents, Milan will be an excellent mech manipulator, and Bamboo does maintenance research like me..."

"That kid Milan is a ghost, he can be a politician, I dare to swear in the name of the right hand of the wild lion!"

"As long as I don't get infected with my negative luck physique, I can do anything."

"Oh? But one person has already been infected, and it's deeply infected. What should I do?" Drucker licked his lips suggestively.

"Go take a shower—uh..."