you turned on the love game

Qi Ya's competition above the [-]th floor was not going well, and the opponents he met became more and more cunning. They were obviously guys who could easily take away the heart during an assassination, but they were as nimble as monkeys in the ring.

hateful!

After these few days of competition, Qi Ya's expression is not very good.

It's like being owed 80.

Even when he was eating his favorite specialties, he was always poking the plate with his spoon, his mouth drawn into a straight line, and he looked sulky.

"If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

You lightly tap the table to remind him to come back to his senses.

Qi Ya didn't speak when he heard the words, and directly took a big mouthful and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing very hard, as if venting his anger.

You looked at his childish behavior with a smile, and beckoned to the waiter to add a special drink to Qiya, "Be careful of choking."

He glanced at you first, gurgling the drink with his hands in his hands, then heaved a long sigh, his voice was a bit muffled: "Why haven't you been playing games?"

Ever since Qi Ya got stuck on the [-]th floor, you didn't continue to fight up, and you bought tickets to watch his games every day when you were free.

"If you keep going up, you should be able to get to the [-]th floor soon." Qi Ya bit the straw, looked at you with round eyes, and frowned slightly, "Why didn't you hit it? Is it because of me? ?”

Speaking of this, he looked even more unhappy, turned his face away and said: "You don't need to wait for me on the [-]th floor on purpose, I will go up sooner or later."

This is a sensitive little boy.

So even if you have such an idea, you must not admit it.

You rested your elbows on the table, rested your chin with both hands, and looked at him with a smile: "How come, do you remember when I ordered a hotel outside a few days ago, how long did it take?"

"Like a month, what's wrong?"

"Yeah, that's a suite."

You bent your index finger slightly, and tapped lightly on the table, "There is a private room on the [-]th floor, but I have booked a suite for so long, wouldn't it be a loss if I didn't enjoy it for a while longer?"

Qi Ya didn't expect this aspect: "Just because of this!?"

"Of course there are other reasons."

You explained solemnly, "I was commissioned by the assassination, and I need to investigate the specific situation of the mission target. Now that I have figured out his floor, I plan to watch a few more games to judge his strength."

It's not like you're talking nonsense.

You have indeed been investigating the situation of that Jerome in the past few days. It is now known that he is a player on the 150th floor, and there just happened to be a match today.

Qi Ya paused as he drank his drink: "That's right..."

His eyes were a little straight, "You came out after accepting the mission...I completely forgot about that."

You guessed that he had forgotten, so you deliberately teased him with your chin: "I have forgotten such an important thing? I will be very sad."

"Isn't it, this is all sad!?"

Qi Ya stared at you dumbfounded, and was quickly deceived by your pretended disappointment, rubbed on the seat like a thorn all over his body, and finally said dryly: "I'm sorry..."

You can't help but tilt your head to laugh.

The little boy saw it, and immediately frowned: "Are you laughing?!"

"No……"

"I saw it just now!"

"Is there such a possibility that you have misread it?"

"how could it be possible!!"

It is indeed a very interesting thing to amuse children, but it is a little expensive to coax them later.

Especially this kind of kid who was born in a rich family.

Qi Ya took the opportunity to open his mouth, and ran to the mall to pick out a bunch of snacks he liked, and happily planned to go back to the hotel to eat slowly.

You walked behind and saw the soft white hair swaying with the boy's footsteps, and reached out to rub it itchy.

He stared back at you dissatisfied: "Why?"

Then he shook his head and made a face at you, "Don't mess up my hair, it will be ugly then."

You chuckled and asked him, "Is there a game this afternoon?"

Qi Ya thought for a while, and replied: "Yes, four o'clock."

He stood still and looked at you, "What's wrong?"

"There is also a match for the mission target in the afternoon." You said apologetically, "I'm going to observe his fighting style, so I can't watch your match."

"Oh, it's okay." Qi Ya waved his hand smartly, raised the corners of his lips, with a slightly proud expression, "I'm very sure this time."

"really?"

"Of course, don't doubt me."

Qi Ya took out a lollipop from the bag and stuffed it into his mouth, biting the candy and speaking a little vaguely, "I didn't get injured in vain in these few games, and now I have figured out how those people attack."

"It's absolutely fine this time," he said confidently.

You nod in agreement: "This sentence would sound more convincing if you didn't have a Band-Aid on your face."

Mao Mao was instantly angry: "I want you to take care of it!"

Jerome is considered a relatively well-known player in the Sky Arena, nicknamed "Unpredictable Dominator".Because he once closed his eyes during the game, but he could still know the opponent's actions.

The audience thought he was a guy who could dominate the game.

And it cannot be speculated by common sense.

But as soon as you hear it, you know that it must be due to the ability to read, but you don't know the way to take effect.

In the last 10 minutes before the start of the game, the audience seats in the venue were all filled, and the front row of seats was full of female audiences.

You were still wondering, when you heard the male audience on the right say sourly: "Hey, isn't that guy just a little bit prettier?"

As soon as the words fell, the small door of the preparation area opened, and there was a sensation of cheers in the front row. A handsome man walked out of the door and blew kisses towards the auditorium like an idol meeting fans.

The man on the right looked even more sour.

You asked him with interest: "Is it like this every time?"

"Yeah..." the man said indignantly, "His fans will go out to scalpers to snap up tickets just to watch his games, making this sacred battle venue look like a fan meeting."

You are curious: "Then why do you still come to his game?"

The man was silent for a moment, and finally replied reluctantly: "Of course it's because this guy's game is very exciting! Damn, why is there such a perfect man!"

"It turns out that you are also his fan."

"What? I'm not!"

It's really self-defeating.

Thinking about this, you nodded at him understandingly, pretending to understand: "Well, I misunderstood."

A few minutes later, the game officially started.

The narrator introduced the winning and losing records of both sides of the battle. Jerome has seven wins and one loss so far, while his opponent is far behind.

The man sitting on your right began to speak again: "It's really perfect. I only lost one game in the Sky Arena."

"Who did he lose to?"

"..." Hearing your question, an indescribable expression appeared on his face: "That scene...it was that guy named Hisoka."

You are startled.

The two people on the stage were already fighting close to each other, but the man didn't pay attention to the fight. Instead, he said in a tone similar to fear: "That guy is just a pure lunatic."

"After being injured, not only did he not slow down in the slightest, but he was even faster than before. He always likes to do some weird tricks during the battle. He called this the joy of a magician, and said it was..."

You suddenly picked up his words: "The basics of magic is to surprise people without knowing the secret."※

"Huh? Have you watched his game?" the man asked in surprise.

You were in a daze, and tapped the seat unconsciously with your fingers.

"No, I haven't seen it."

This is what you say unconsciously.

"Then how do you know he said that?"

He scratched his head and smiled nonchalantly, "But do you know what Hisoka's weapon is? It's actually a playing card. Haha, if you think about it carefully, maybe he is really a magician."

Poker?

You suddenly think of that red-haired boy named "Sizo Moro".

Their facial features are very similar, they share the same name, and even the unusual feature of playing cards is exactly the same.

Even if the hair color is different, it cannot be explained by coincidence alone.

So……

Your finger that tapped the seat suddenly stopped and gradually tightened.

Will they be the same person?

The cheers from around suddenly interrupted your thoughts. You looked up to the center of the ring. The two sides had separated from the melee combat. Jerome bent his knees slightly, as if he was holding something in his hand.

"There it is! Jerome's prayer!"

The man clenched his hands into fists and looked at the ring expectantly, "He will throw a bunch of seeds on the stage and pray devoutly to the goddess of nature, and then he will be able to see it when he closes his eyes!"

I saw Jerome on the stage, as the man said, raised his hand and scattered a lot of seeds, scattered everywhere, and then began to pray with his palms together, and the voice was transmitted to the audience through the loudspeaker: "May the Goddess of Nature Bless me."

As soon as the words fell, amidst the overwhelming cheers from the audience, Jerome closed his eyes, avoiding every attack of his opponent with precision.However, although his opponent attacked swiftly, he looked extremely stiff.

It's like being controlled by someone to make these actions.

It is different from the lively atmosphere in the venue.

You watch this scene calmly.

Even if this body is not mind-opening and you cannot see it directly with your eyes, you still try to analyze the characteristics of mindfulness through its actions.

Jerome closed his eyes, but he knew all the movements of his opponent. Since his strength was not enough to support a large circle, it must have something to do with the seeds he threw.

Those with the ability to operate the mind can operate on matter and living things.

If closing the eyes is a prerequisite for activating the ability to operate, then the seed, if nothing else, is the medium for his operation.

At the same time, it is also the key prop of the whole "performance".

At this time, the battle on the field was over, and Jerome's opponent fell to the ground fainted due to loss of strength. After being checked by the referee, he declared defeat as "incapacity to fight".

He was carried out of the arena by the staff on a stretcher. When passing by your position, you suddenly stood up and bumped into them inadvertently. The stretcher and the staff shook together.

"Ah, sorry." You apologize immediately.

At the same time, sharp-eyed saw that the opponent on the stretcher was slightly shocked by this, and a seed rolled out of his collar.

You smiled knowingly, turned and left the venue.

Qi Ya's game is also over, and you make an appointment to have dinner together.

After you have almost figured out Jerome's telekinetic ability, you temporarily put him aside and start thinking about Hisoka again.

The person poking the dinner plate with a spoon changes from Chiya to you.

He looked at you strangely several times, but you didn't notice.

After eating, you slowly walked back to the Sky Arena, and he couldn't help asking you: "Beiduo, what's wrong with you, you have been distracted since the meal just now, what happened?"

The street lamp is shining brightly above your heads, and the milky white light fell on the boy's eyes, revealing obvious doubts, and the broken hair hanging on his forehead also swayed slightly with the evening wind.

You looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Qi Ya..."

He stared at you suspiciously: "Well, what's wrong?"

"If I say... Hisoka is very likely to be someone very important in my memory, what would you think?"

"..." The scene suddenly fell into silence.

Shocked, unbelievable, unimaginable and other rich expressions passed over the boy's face one by one, and finally froze into a daze.

Kiya slowly opened his mouth, and the lollipop fell out with a snap.

"is that a lie?"

He looked like he saw a ghost.