you turned on the love game

Three months later.

You have bought the method of opening the fine pores through practice at a high price, and Kuroro and Maqi can now understand the words on it.

However, the mysterious implication contained in the words is not yet comprehensible.

You try to explain to them, but all you get is Madge's "what are you talking about" eyes and Kuroro's thoughtful expression.

The boy has always been very smart. When you see him thinking, you think he already understands what you mean, and you are a little relieved: "Does Kurolo understand?"

Unexpectedly, he smiled confidently: "Oh, no."

Then he held the pen in one hand and supported his chin with the other hand, "I just feel that it is necessary to explore the potential meaning of the words."

"..." You pondered for a moment, then forced them to memorize the method in their minds, and said, "It doesn't matter, you will understand after reading more books."

Then you reached out and took away the pen in Kuroro's hand. In his "" sight, you slowly raised your index finger: "Don't rush to read the book, next I will take you to a place where you will conduct actual combat training."

"Combat training?"

Kuroro quickly realized, "Oh, you mean there."

—— Death Arena.

This chaotic place hidden under Meteor Street, of course, has several secret doors leading to it, scattered throughout the thirteen districts.

You lead them into the corresponding secret door in the tenth district, and you bump into the unkempt man who used to guard the corridor of the death match. He deliberately waits for you at this secret door.

"My name is Simon."

The man was smoking a cigarette, glanced at the kid who was following you, waved lazily at you, and slowly stood up straight: "Come on, boss. Take your two little friends and follow me."

Players who come to the deathmatch arena will be led to a room. If they repent after hearing the rules clearly and are unwilling to participate, they can also leave without any punishment.

It's just that the contestants who were caught in were not treated so well.

Fortunately, the population? The transaction has been banned by you.

For the time being, no one dares to commit crimes against the wind and arrest people into the death match arena.

The well-wrapped registrant was explaining the rules to the two children. The unshaven man leaned against the door frame, and the smoke rose from the sparks, completely covering the face that was already hidden in the dark.

You were leaning on the sofa, when a man's voice suddenly came from the side: "These two little devils have very good eyes, they belong to the kind of difficult Meteor Street people, and they seem to be good seedlings to reach the top again."

"Again?" You asked casually, "Have you seen something like this before?"

Simon scratched the back of his head: "Ah, just a few months ago."

He let out a sigh from his throat, "One of them was the one who beat up the enemy... The other one was caught and jumped from Area D to Area B."

Your eyes moved slightly, and you turned to look at him: "And then?"

"Then? The two of them left here on the same day." Simon shrugged. "The little girl in the jumping area was taken away by the beating enemy. She should be living there now? Who knows."

Speaking of this, he murmured unwillingly: "If I knew that the grandmother who beat up the enemy would not help, I would have stopped it. It has been a long time since there has been a kid who is talented enough to jump into the zone on Meteor Street."

You didn't speak at first.

When he heard the man say that the girl was taken away by Dadike, and guessed that she was living a good life by Dadike, he suddenly smiled casually, tilted his head slightly, and his tone did not reveal any emotion.

"yes……"

After the rules were clearly explained, Kuroro and March agreed to participate without any hesitation. The staff who wrapped themselves up so that only one pair of eyes were exposed took out two corresponding keys and led the way to the room.

The two children were directly placed in the ordinary double room in Area B. The interior decoration is similar to what you have seen before. After taking a quick look and confirming that there is nothing unusual, you turn around and look at the two children.

"When there is no game, I also read books."

You pointed to the schoolbags they carried behind their backs, "After reaching 32 victories, I will check your study progress when I come to pick you up."

A crack appeared on Ma Qi's calm face: "..."

Kuroro responded indifferently: "Well, yes."

You look at Marge amusedly.

Purple shattered hair was messily scattered in front of the girl's forehead, completely blocking her pair of beautiful light brown and golden eyes.

Perhaps it was uncomfortable for the eyes to pierce the hair, so she raised her hand to push them aside, revealing her smooth forehead.

You notice Madge's movements, then look at her broken hair.

Suddenly realized that she might need a haircut, and was about to say something to her when Simon's voice came from outside the door.

"boss--"

Because this man has been in contact with you before, after you officially take over Luska's position, he will be responsible for following you and protecting your safety every time you visit the casino.

Though you don't need his protection—

"Even if you don't need my protection, there's nothing you can do... come out after you settle down the kid, those people are waiting for you."

The group of people he mentioned refers to the underworld that cooperates with the death match field. Although you have not joined the underworld, you will inevitably need to contact the other party in matters of cooperation. Thinking of this, you sighed irritably.

"Come on you guys."

You smiled and waved to the two children, "See you later."

After you finish speaking, you turn around and walk towards Simon.

They watch you disappear down the hallway, close the door, pack up and go to bed, recharge your batteries for the game the next day.

But, around three o'clock in the morning.

Kuroro suddenly opened his eyes, the dim wall lamp barely illuminated the outline of the entire room, and the shadow of the desk stretched from the corner to the door.

He slowly sat up, leaning his back against the head of the bed, his eyes moved down, and saw his own shadow moving along with it, extending into the shadow cast by the desk, and finally merging with it.

The room was very quiet, and the sound of breathing was too light to be heard.

Kuroro put his hands on his face, and looked at this strange room through the gap with heavy eyes, his crow-feather eyelashes drooping slightly.

Can't sleep again.

The next day's game went smoothly. Both children beat their opponents quickly. After returning to the room, they studied at their own pace and lay on the bed at the usual sleep time.

Marge closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

But when she woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, she found a figure in front of the desk in a daze. She immediately woke up and jumped up, and then took a closer look.

"Krollo?"

The black-haired boy slowly turned the pages of the book in his hand, read the text by the wall lamp, and then looked up at Ma Qi: "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I'm just thirsty." March got out of bed and walked over to pour water, glimpsed the pages of Kuroro's book filled with notes, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep for a while."

The boy said quite naturally, "Besides, we just came here, and we just need someone to watch the night. You go to bed first, and don't worry about me."

Marge frowned in confusion.

She felt that Kuroro's statement was not right, but she couldn't think of anything wrong, so she just said, "In this case, I will watch the night tomorrow."

"I can come, it just so happens that there are some things I don't understand."

Kuroro rejected Madge's proposal, and continued to bury his head and write something on the paper, "Don't worry, I will find time to rest by myself."

Madge held the water glass, thought about it, and decided to believe him.

"OK then……"

Trusting her companion was unquestionable, she returned to bed after drinking the water and quickly closed her eyes.

"If you need a replacement, you can just wake me up," she said.

Kuroro propped his face with his hands, his eyes still on the paper.

"Hmm. Okay."

He responded nonchalantly.

March thought that Kurolo just couldn't fully trust the environment like he just arrived in the house, and it would be fine after a while.

But half a month later, they had won seven games in a row. Kuroro still didn't sleep. He just took a nap for more than ten minutes during the day, and the dark circles under his eyes that had disappeared reappeared under his eyes.

March once again asked Kuroro to sleep, and she kept watch at night, but he didn't go to sleep after agreeing, but took the book to bed to read.

The next day, the radio called Madge for Game [-].

Kuroro didn't turn on the TV to watch the game, because he knew that Madge would definitely win, but he didn't expect the girl to have a weird face when she came back.

"What?" He looked at Marge suspiciously.

Before she could speak, Kuroro's name was called on the radio, and the words that got into her throat changed: "You'll know right away."

Kuroro suddenly changed from doubt to curiosity, and walked along the corridor into the building where the battle field was located. There was no difference on the surface.Still huge screens, and layers and layers of untold... huh?

He opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

A sign was erected above the VIP seats in the auditorium, and the boy could clearly see the words printed on it.

【Do not sleep? 】

His eyes shifted to the side, and he met your eyes from a super long distance. You raised your hand and knocked on the sign, smiling very kindly.

Kurolo: "..."

Noisy shouts resounded throughout the closed space, and the weirdo in the rabbit mask began to introduce the contestants from both sides with great enthusiasm. The boy looked away casually, as if he hadn't seen anything.

After the game, he took a peek before heading off to the crowd.

There is nothing above the VIP seats.

However, Kuroro returned to the room and found that you were sitting in front of the desk, with a large soft chair from nowhere under you, with a red pen in your hand, and you were drawing a fork on Madge's book.

The purple-haired girl put her hands on her knees, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at the mistakes you pointed out.

It was almost a defenseless position for her.

Madge isn't wary of you right now.

Realizing this situation, Kuroro tightened his elbows slightly on the door frame, thinking subconsciously, with no expression on his face.

His eyes first fell on Ma Qi, and then slowly moved to you. His dark eyes reflected the light of the room, so dark that people didn't know what he was thinking.

You didn't mention the sign, you reached out to him: "Homework?"

The boy put his hand down and closed the door silently.

Put aside what was in your mind just now.

He put all the results of staying up all night in front of you. You looked at the extremely high accuracy rate, raised your brows slightly, and praised with a smile: "As expected of a kid who wants to read all night without sleep."

"..." He paused, and calmly put away the book: "Not really."

You didn't leave after checking their homework, and you directly pulled the soft chair under you into a comfortable reclining chair. After lying down, you just faced Maggie's bed. She opened her eyes and looked at you in confusion.

"Aren't you going back?"

You leaned lazily on the recliner and slowly shook your head: "No, I'll go back tomorrow morning, just to go directly to the factory."

"Recently, the factory has just started operating, and some guys who want to fish in troubled waters come around like hyenas, so I can't visit you often."

With your elbows resting on the armrest of the recliner, you bent your eyes and said to Madge, "But I will come over at least half a month."

Hearing this, the purple-haired girl didn't know what to reply.

In the end, he just nodded: "Okay..."

When you were talking to Maggie, Kuroro didn't make a sound. You turned your head and found that he was staring at the ceiling in a daze, or maybe he was thinking about something, and tapped the armrest lightly with his knuckles to attract his attention.

He met your gaze: "?"

"Need help knocking you out?"

You suggested to him kindly, "How about guaranteeing that you can sleep until dawn and never suffer from insomnia again?"

The boy's face was slightly stiff: "It's not very good."

Then the whole person got a little bit under the quilt, and the deep black hair was also covered under it, only a few inconspicuous strands of black were exposed.

"Really..." You smiled and said, "Then good night?"

The wall lamp reflected the outline of the quilt, and the boy's voice came from inside, sounding a little stuffy, a little cold, and a little distorted.

"Oh. Good night."

You brace your face and close your eyes to rest.

Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes again, made sure that the two little ghosts in the room had fallen asleep, stretched his waist, and then began to rest.