you turned on the love game

Seventh battle field.

The burly man was grabbed by the hair and smashed to the ground by you, and the hand that was holding the hidden weapon hidden behind his back was also twisted hard by you, even though the veins in his neck were stretched, he couldn't break free.

"We've already won [-] games, so don't die here."

Feeling the stiff body that was struggling under your hands, you added the second half of the sentence with a smile, "I think it's better to admit defeat, what do you think?"

Silent for a moment, the opponent who was completely suppressed by you dropped the hidden weapon in his hand, admitted defeat in a low voice, and then escaped from the battlefield the moment you let go of the confinement, it seems that you are afraid that you will take the opportunity to sneak attack.

"Congratulations to contestant No. 99, victory!"

The rabbit mask emerges from the platform of the auditorium, holding a microphone and laughingly announcing your victory, "So far, contestant No. 99 has won [-] consecutive games, and is only one step away from the final reward!"

The glare of the light suddenly hits you, the surroundings are dark, and the noise of the audience is also hidden in the darkness, except that your position is bright and white, looking like the protagonist of the stage.

"I wonder if our cute little fighter has anything to say about the fact that he is about to win the final victory?"

As soon as the masked man finished speaking, the noisy auditorium fell silent immediately, and everyone wanted to know what kind of words you would say.

In this silence, you raised the corners of your lips and smiled casually: "I want to say, your mask is too ugly, change it."

After you finished speaking, you turned around and walked towards the exit, expecting to hear some domineering announcement. The rabbit mask gave a strange "Huh?", and then helped yourself to the mask amidst the laughter of the audience.

"Ah, this is not acceptable, after all, it is an important sign..."

The words behind were blocked by the excellent soundproof door, you looked around the area near the exit, but found no one.But when you go back to the building in the living area, you see the boy standing by the door.

With his hands in his pockets and his back against the solid metal door frame, he looked up at the special sign on the top of the building, as if in a daze.

Probably sensing the movement, he turned his head slightly to look at you, his big dark eyes looked deep and quiet under the light.

You walked up, and there was a little smile in your voice: "Hey, isn't this the Bartonk player who also won [-] games in a row? Are you standing here waiting for me? Didn't you just happen to be on the way today?"

Today your playing field is Battlefield No. [-].

And he is the No. [-] battlefield, which happens to be the two farthest apart, so it is impossible for him to be on the way.

However, for your teasing, the boy didn't have any mood swings, and even admitted directly without guilt: "Hmm..."

He looked into your eyes, and your smile was reflected in the deep black pupils: "Because there is only one entrance and exit for this building."

Even so, it only takes a few minutes to walk here from Battlefield No. 10, while Battlefield No. [-] takes [-] to [-] minutes. Waiting for you is enough time for him to run back and forth.

"Is it really because of this?"

You stared at each other for a few seconds, but the boy didn't even blink his eyes, and tilted his head innocently, as if he didn't understand where your doubts came from, so you could only show a helpless smile: "Okay..."

Don't worry about this anymore, you hold his forearm quite casually, pull him up and go upstairs: "Speaking of which, I saw the staff bring in some fresh things today, which should be ingredients from outside. Wait Next, I will directly exchange some of the winner's resources, you can try it with me?"

The little boy didn't speak, his eyelids lowered slightly, and his eyes fell on the hand you held him. The long eyelashes as dense as a crow's feathers just covered the dark emotions in his eyes, only the tiny eyes showed.

"You like the sweet one, and I prefer the spicy one. Then let them make two flavors and send them over."

"..." Long fingers, thin wrist.

Under the skin are blue blood vessels that go all the way up the arm and finally connect to the beating heart in the chest cavity.

"But I don't know if it will be delicious. I have never eaten that kind of weird-looking ingredients. If it is unpalatable, it will hurt my brain."

"..." You pulled him, with a smile in your eyes, talking to yourself.

The boy walked behind you, his gaze slowly moved from your wrist to the back of your head, stared at it for a few seconds, and then closed his eyelids silently.

He raised his other hand quietly, and just when his fingertips were about to touch the hand holding him, his eyes were suddenly occupied by your face: "Badonk, what do you think, are you listening?"

The boy's pupils froze imperceptibly for a moment, and the sound of breathing was so light that it was almost inaudible, and the raised hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

But in the next second, his paused hand fell down suddenly, and then covered your hand, clasping your five fingers gently.

"I also can."

After winning No.30 games, you thought that you would encounter strong opponents in the last two games, but that was not the case.

Without any conspiracy, even if the opponent in the last game is stronger than all the opponents you have encountered before, you still cannot beat you.

The final reward is so easy to get.

When receiving resources, you met the staff member who bet, and he quietly gave a thumbs up to show his strength.

You thought that something would happen halfway to prevent you from leaving, but there was nothing until the moment you completely stepped out of here.

You went out very well.

When you come outside, the secret door belonging to the death fight field behind is quickly closed, and it turns into a cracked wall again. You are standing in a deep alley at the moment, and the alley is full of pedestrians coming and going.

You walked out of the alley, looked at the ordinary and clean street in front of you, and asked the boy uncertainly: "Is this... is Meteor Street?"

It is completely different from the chaotic place in the memory of "Bedo".

"Hmm..." he nodded and said, "This place belongs to the inner area of ​​Meteor Street."

Next, you know the distribution of Meteor Street from another angle.

There are thirteen districts in Meteor Street. The thirteenth district is the outermost and most chaotic place on Meteor Street. The garbage mountain on the edge is filled with harmful gases. Ordinary people must wear protective clothing if they want to get close.

The further you go to the inner district, the more suitable the environment is for survival. Starting from the fifth district, the living environment is basically the same as that of the outside world. There are residential houses, shops selling food and daily necessities, and factories that recruit workers.

Therefore, the area within the fifth area is collectively referred to as the inner area by the people of Meteor Street.

The boy said to you: "We are now in the third district."

You take a closer look and say softly, "So that's how it is."

Even if the basic environment is not much different from the outside world, the passers-by walking on the street are very different.

People in Meteor Street are very vigilant. If you keep your eyes on them for too long, they will look at you keenly, but they will look away after finding out that you are a child.

"What are your plans for the future?"

This question came very suddenly, you froze for a moment before looking at Barton, who looked down at the ground and continued, "You said that you will learn to read after two years, so you have to live on Meteor Street for the time being." ?"

"Well, it should be."

You thought about it for a while and said, "It's safer to read at the age of ten. I asked the staff, if necessary, you can pay for the Death Fighting Field to help you read."

Speaking of this, you sighed slightly, and said distressedly: "Although I don't want to stay on Meteor Street for two more years, I'm even more unwilling to join the underworld and be taken out by them, so there's nothing I can do."

The boy responded lightly: "Really, that's it."

His gaze was still on the ground, and there was no emotion in his voice, "If you want to leave Meteor Street, I can..."

"Hey, look at that!"

You interrupted him suddenly, and pointed to a dessert shop not far away, "The cakes in this shop are very famous, have you tried them? I didn't expect there would be a branch in Meteor Street."

Before he could speak, you dragged him into the shop with great interest, and picked out several cakes that Qiya praised in front of the counter—he had tasted all the cakes in this shop, but unfortunately some flavors hadn’t been released yet.

"Try it quickly."

You pushed them in front of the boy, and he glanced down at the cakes, but didn't move, "No need, since I've left the battlefield, I should restrain my emotions."

You froze for a moment, then pressed your forehead and smiled helplessly.

"Are you serious?"

"Um……"

Hearing this, you nodded, poked the cake lightly with the spoon, and at the same time chatted with the boy, and when his attention was diverted by you, you suddenly stuffed the spoon into his mouth inside.

"..." The boy's eyes froze instantly.

The sweet taste filled his mouth, he came back to his senses, and his beautiful eyes like obsidian looked at you quietly.

You blinked at him, and put the spoon into his palm without any guilt: "It's a pity, your movements are not as fast as mine."

Seeing that he was going to be unhappy, you reached out and poked the back of his hand.

It is soft, and there is a small dimple between the index finger and the thumb: "Your elder is not here, so what does it matter if you try it? Did she install a surveillance camera on Meteor Street?"

Hearing this, the young boy clenched the spoon tightly and lowered his eyes: "No..."

"That's fine."

You rest your elbows on the table, rest your chin with your palms, and smile with your eyes crooked, "Maybe this is the last time I'll treat you to a cake, why don't you hurry up and take advantage of it?"

The spoon stuck in the cake paused, and he suddenly raised his head to meet your gaze, and the pair of jet-black gemstones opened wide unconsciously: "Why?"

Your knuckles tapped the table lightly, your lips curled into a small smile, then you tilted your head to look at him: "I think, you are not from Meteor Street, right?"

There was a slight ripple in the originally calm pupils, and you continued to say with a smile: "Because your words have no special inclination towards Meteor Street, and you said that your elders let you exercise your abilities there, so your family should also have some interest." It is very powerful."

"But the truth is that the gangsters who came to recruit talents don't know you well, so I guess you are from the outside."

You stretched your waist and said, "Since this is the case, you will leave Meteor Street sooner or later. It will not be so easy for us to meet again after we get outside, so it is very likely that we will never see each other again."

Facing the boy's dark eyes, you suddenly noticed that his five fingers were tightly clenched into a ball, and you felt puzzled, then stretched out your hand to break them apart, took the initiative to give him a high-five, and said with a smile: "That's it."

"..." His long eyelashes drooped, and his eyes fell on his palm for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.Just when you thought he wouldn't speak, you suddenly heard a very low voice of a teenager.

"I can take you out of Meteor Street."

You looked at him in surprise, the boy put down the spoon, his already dark eyes seemed to be covered with shadow for some reason, and when he lowered his head slightly, a thick shadow appeared under his eyes.

"But you have to promise me..."

"No need..."

You smiled and shook your head in denial.

Because "Bedo" was taken out of Meteor Street by Il fans, just in case you don't want anyone to take you away, just trust yourself.

The boy who was rejected by you didn't have any expression on his face, only his eyes were full of gloomy and deep emotions, like the calm before the storm.

You didn't pay attention, and said softly: "See you later."

The scene fell into silence.

It took a long time before you saw the boy move his lips slightly, and then a non-emotional answer came out of his throat.

"Ah, is it?"

Before leaving the cake shop, you want to pack some signature flavors, and let Bartonke wait for you outside first.When you walked out with the cake, you saw the little boy sitting on the edge of the fountain, his back was wet.

His wet hair was pulled back from his head, and his facial features were completely exposed, which was not exquisite, but when paired with those eyes that seemed to come from the darkness to hide the ghost, his temperament was completely different.

"Why are you sitting here?"

The boy didn't answer, he was holding the five-pointed star on the candy paper you folded in his hand, the brightly colored candy paper has been soaked by water droplets, and those small candy patterns melted into an invisible appearance.

His fingers lightly stroked the melted pattern, he paused suddenly after hearing your voice, and pressed down heavily with his fingertips.

Those dark eyes are looking in another direction, and you follow the gaze, only to find a reflective glass.

"What are you looking at?" you asked curiously.

Just when you thought he wouldn't respond to these words, the young boy suddenly laughed, his big dark eyes slightly curved, and a cold and joyful arc curled up on his lips at the same time.

"bird……"

In his view, the glass windows did not reflect light.

The waiter hurriedly walked between the dining tables carrying the tray, and there was an exquisite cage hanging on the edge of the seat, inside which was a well-behaved bird.

The tail feathers are gorgeous, just like the candy wrappers he likes.

He said softly, "I'm watching the bird in the cage."