you turned on the love game

You spend the next two days in your room recuperating.

This underground deathmatch arena is grouped according to age, and children of similar age and record will be arranged in the same rest area.

The lowest class is a multi-occupancy cell, and the opposite is a luxury single room.

And what you are using now is an ordinary double room that you are only eligible to live in after defeating the wolf.

The boy named Bartonk in the same room as you has a cold personality. He is very quiet at all times and sleeps without the slightest sound.

At the same time, he is also very vigilant. Once you got up in the middle of the night to drink water and stood by the table, you suddenly found him opening his eyes and looking at you.

At that time, the dim wall lamp barely illuminated the room, and as soon as you picked up the water glass, you felt something was wrong. When you turned your head, a pair of dark eyes emerged from the bed and stared at you.

It stands to reason that you should be startled by him.

But somehow, you vaguely see doubt in those eyes.

So you hesitated for a few seconds between "sorry" and "did I disturb you", and finally looked down at the water glass in your hand, shook it at him, and asked aloud: "Do you want to drink water too?" ?"

"..." Hearing your words, those eyes blinked slowly twice, seeming to be more puzzled.Just when you thought he might not respond, the boy suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, and said calmly: "Okay..."

So in the middle of the night when you were supposed to be sleeping, you sat at both ends of the table holding a glass of water, repeating similar movements of raising your hands.

Looking at the two small and similar shadows, you thought it was a bit funny, so you laughed a bit, and immediately there were dense itches on the abdomen—a sign that the wound was healing.

The boy put down the water glass, and when the bottom of the glass made contact with the table, there was a very light tap, and then his eyes moved to your injured abdomen: "I didn't expect you to be able to move only the next day."

After a pause, you also put the water glass back on the table, looking back at his gaze, your eyes are bent, and you can't hear any emotion in your voice.

"It's been said that I recover quickly."

"amazing……"

He looked at you with wide eyes: "Ordinary people should not last a night with such a serious injury, but you are not like this, why?"

You lied without blinking: "Because I'm so talented."

"..." The boy seemed to be choked by you, he glanced at you faintly, took another sip of water from his cup, then left the stool and returned to the bed, quietly re-wrapped himself with the quilt.

You drank the water in the glass casually and lay back on the bed.

There are books in this room that you will use to pass the time when you are bored.

But it is not an ordinary book or travel notes, but a book describing the vital points and weaknesses of the human body, which you have also seen in Dadi Hakka.

The difference is that the book about beating the enemy Hakka is described in more detail, but the book here is just a brief outline.

When you are free to turn the pages of the book, Button will sit cross-legged on the ground, turn on the TV in the room, and watch the live broadcast of the battle.The blue light from the screen reflected on his face, making his black eyes look deeper.

"ladies and gentlemen--"

The voice of that rabbit-masked weirdo was so loud that you couldn't read the book, so you simply sat next to the boy and read it with him. He glanced at your wound suspiciously, and then looked away.

Now it's the adult group's competition. The two adults in the arena put on a vigilant posture. One of them took advantage of his unpreparedness and rushed forward, revealing a sharp blade between his fingers.

But the other person was not fooled, and jumped back to avoid the attack, and then seized his arm the moment the opponent swung the blade, flipping him to the ground.

The two were equal in strength, and they fought back and forth, and the surrounding audience also cheered or scolded with dignity.

However, Bartonk propped his chin with one hand, and seemed to be a little bit out of interest, and then he pressed the remote control to change to another venue.

You reacted: "It was their first match just now?"

The boy gave a "hmm" and said, "If there are no accidents."

After coming here, you must win 32 games before you can leave.

The first game is the easiest, and then the difficulty increases in turn. Every time the fourth game, the eighth game, No.16 game, and No.30 game two, the difficulty will be doubled.

"They have too many cumbersome moves." Button focused on the newly emerging competitions, "It's barely enough on Meteor Street, but if you enter this place, you will die quickly."

You think of the game you saw just now, and before you can say anything, you find that the boy turned his head to face you, with a calm tone: "You are the same."

"Ok?"

"Without any combat skills."

The little boy raised his index finger, and added another finger every time he said a point: "I couldn't seize a good opportunity to counterattack, and my speed was not fast enough. The performance in the first three games was simply terrible."

Even when pointing out your shortcomings, his tone hardly fluctuates, and he speaks quite seriously, so you ask curiously: "Then why do you still look at me, why don't you look at other venues?"

Hearing this, the boy put down his hands calmly: "Because when there are competitions in the same age group, only they are free, and other groups will be charged."

It turned out to be the case.

You are immediately convinced by this reason.

"Butunk, Arena No. [-]."

The horn in the corner of the room suddenly rang, the boy stood up, and walked out with a normal expression on his face. You tuned the TV channel to Arena No. [-], and soon saw the figure of the little boy.

His opponent was a burly adult with extremely fierce eyes. He rushed over almost immediately after the match started, waving the weapon in his hand wildly.

Button wasn't impatient at all, while dodging his attack with light steps, he lowered his body and observed carefully.

Finally, at the moment when the opponent's movements paused for a short time, he swiped the ground and rushed out, and the next second he appeared directly behind the opponent, killing him with one move.

When the spectators present are making enthusiastic noises, you faintly feel that something is wrong, press the remote control to recall the screen, and freeze at the moment when the little boy appeared behind the opponent.

Slow down the video eight times and you finally see him in action.

His hand was originally aimed at the back of the man's heart, but he didn't do it for some reason, and finally attacked the man's neck instead.

When Button came back, the TV screen was still on this scene, and he saw it at a glance: "Ah, I was discovered by you."

"You originally planned to attack his back."

"Well, yes oh."

After hearing the positive answer, you ask: "Why did you suddenly change?"

He tilted his head and thought for two seconds before replying, "Because it's inconvenient."

You thought he meant no weapons, glanced at his empty hands, nodded and said, "Indeed, it's inconvenient to have no weapons."

Button also looked down at his hands, his eyes resting on the five fingers that are no different from normal people, and said calmly: "That's right..."

The TV starts to broadcast another group of peers' competitions. You look at the immature contestants in it, then glance sideways at the teenager next to you, and say, "You are very powerful, your movements are sharp, and you are not sloppy at all."

He looked over with a natural expression, this is the first time you see obvious emotions on his face, and then said frankly: "Um..."

Your compliments are accepted without hesitation.

You froze for a moment, then laughed.

Suddenly I felt that he might be a very simple character.

After watching the next few games, the room echoed with the eccentric commentary of the host, until the horn in the corner sounded again: "No.90 player No. [-], Arena No. [-]."

This is calling you, because in memory, "Bedo" said that she had no name after being captured, so the death fight field directly used her number to call her.

Your opponent in the fifth match was also a strong adult man, he was stronger than the opponent in the third match, but weaker than the wolf in the fourth match, you easily defeated him with most of your body recovered.

When you returned to the room, you found that Barton was staring at the screen with his hands folded across his chest, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked quite puzzled.

When he found you back, he turned his head and looked over: "Why?"

His black eyes were wide open, and his voice rose slightly: "Your skills are several times more flexible than in the previous games, how did you do it?"

You blinked your eyes.

The first three games had nothing to do with you, but the fourth game was because the body was seriously injured and many actions could not be used.Therefore, we can only win in the most direct and brutal way, and naturally we can't talk about agility.

But it's impossible to say these words to outsiders, so you repeated what you said perfunctorily the night before last: "Because I'm very talented."

The young boy fell silent for a moment.

Then he frowned suspiciously again, with the feeling of "I think there is something wrong with what you said" but couldn't find any refutation.

Two days ago he was expressionless and indifferent, but today there are so many other expressions on his face, you feel fresh for a moment, playful, go over and sit next to him.

You propped your face with one hand, smiled and said, "Now it's your turn."

He responded slowly: "What?"

As if he just realized that you were talking, he slowly turned his head to face you, staring at you without blinking his dark eyes.

"Of course you compliment me."

You don't feel that you are lying to the child at all, "Just like I praised you before, you don't think it's free, do you?"

Cracks appeared on that indifferent face in an instant.

If he was ten years older, he would be able to retort calmly: "It's what you want to say, not my request, so it has nothing to do with me."

But now he didn't think of that one, he was silent for a few seconds, and hesitantly said: "Your reaction is faster than before, and there are many unnecessary parts in your shots."

You nod pretending to be serious: "Well, what else?"

"..." The boy's eyes widened slightly, and then he bent his index finger to support his chin, his long eyelashes half closed, as if he was lost in thought.

For a long time, when you were thinking about whether you were embarrassing the kid, he suddenly replayed the TV program to your fourth game, the scene where you hanged the wolf and turned over and lay on the ground.

"You responded very normally in this round. Although the counter-kill was successful, some actions were completely unnecessary."

He put his eyes on the screen, paused, and continued: "But the last look is very good, and there is a killing intent in it. It's also good to try to kill the enemy even if you don't know anything."

I didn't expect that he was really serious about boasting.

You can no longer pretend to be serious, so you burst into laughter with a "poof".

"..." He turned his head to look at you, his age-appropriate speechlessness finally appeared on his face.

You immediately fell to the ground laughing.