you turned on the love game

The operation of the factory is very smooth. You have specially dispatched several skilled bodyguards from the inner area to guard the vicinity of the factory. People entering and leaving must be checked to prevent dangerous/important items from being brought in/out.

During this period of time, the competition in the tenth district has decreased a lot.

The demands of Meteor Street people are very simple. At first, they just want to get it, but this barren land cannot satisfy everyone.Since ordinary means cannot achieve the goal, then steal and rob.

Now some people work in factories and have a fixed source of income;

Another group of people collect the usable waste in the garbage dump to exchange materials with the factory.

These two types of people withdrew from the ranks of the competition at the same time, and the living space of the remaining Meteor Street people was correspondingly much looser.

Life is getting on the right track day by day, you seem to have returned to the former Morrow Manor, and you only need to lean on the furry red wolf to read a book every day.

However, the difference from before is that now no one dares to attack you anymore, but other people need to worry about whether you will do anything.

You hooked the corner of your lips and slowly turned a page.

Suddenly, the finger pressing on the corner of the page paused slightly, and you suddenly remembered that it was time to go to the Death Arena to see those two children tomorrow.

Anyway, it's okay now, it's better to pass today.

Thinking of this, you close the book, turn your head to Margo who is sleeping on your paws and say, "I'm going to see them in the Death Arena, do you want Margot to go out with me?"

After the situation is stabilized, there is no need for Margot to stay at home all the time, and you worry that she will be in a bad mood if she is always bored here.After all, Meteor Street is not like a manor that is close to the forest, where it can have fun.

The red wolf, which closed its eyes for a nap, pricked up its ears, and you took the opportunity to rub it: "But the Death Arena is very small, as you know, so I have to put you away when I go in."

The pricked ears drooped in an instant, and you added with a smile: "But we can run a few laps in Meteor Street first."

With a groan, the fiery red ears stood up again, put its head on its forearm, turned to look at you, your smile was reflected in the bright golden eyes of the beast, and then gently wrapped your tail around you .

You hugged its neck and rubbed it, and said with a smile, "Let's go..."

Kurollo and Maqi have won more than sixteen games, and they were just arranged to live in a large room shared by many people a few days ago.

At that time, when they opened the door, they happened to see the scene where other children were at war with swords. One of them was already painted on his face. After the sound of opening the door, the four people who were facing each other looked at them in unison.

The staff who brought them here are not surprised by this kind of scene.

After handing over the keys, turn around and leave.

Kuroro's arms held the books he had been reading for the past two days, and there was a schoolbag behind his back. He looked as if he was going out for an outing.

But when his eyes swept over the four people in the living room, his eyes showed indifference and coldness, and the four of them took a step back subconsciously.

Kuroro noticed their reaction, and immediately admired their vigilance with great interest, and was not in a hurry to go in. Instead, he stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, letting the atmosphere become more and more tense.

Madge waiting behind: "..."

Speechlessly, she glanced at her companion who was having fun, reached out and pushed Kuroro's shoulder, and said, "Go in. I haven't finished my homework yet."

The black-haired boy who was staring playfully at the four of them laughed calmly when he heard the words, still the usual smirk.He turned slightly sideways, looked at his companion standing behind, and shook the book in his arm.

Kuroro's tone was pure: "Really? The speed is so slow, Madge."

Madge: "..." So that's why you don't go to bed in the middle of the night and just sit at the desk to read and write?

The purple-haired girl turned her head expressionlessly.

Their voices were not loud, but because the scene was very quiet, the four people who were on guard also heard it, and looked at each other suspiciously.

Operation?what?

Kuroro and Maqi didn't intend to help others. They withdrew their aggressive scrutiny and found the only two remaining empty rooms to enter. They didn't come out until the next day's game.

Even if the room has been changed.

Their way of life has not changed much from before.

After dinner, Madge would go straight back to the bedroom, read impatiently until bedtime, and then go to bed obediently.

But Kuroro seemed to stay up all night even harder.

The pair of dark circles under his eyes showed no signs of fading at all. Not only did he not sleep at night, he would also sit in the living room in the middle of the night and meditate.

The kid with painted face got up to drink water at night, but was startled by Kuroro who was sitting on the sofa, kicked to the corner of the wall and grinned in pain.

The huge movement woke Kuroro out of his contemplation.

However, he just glanced at the other party unhurriedly, and after making sure that the latter was not threatening at all, he continued to be in a daze, his eyes were as deep as darkness, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

Thanks to his scariness in the middle of the night, the four people who were hostile to each other inexplicably unite to guard against him and Ma Qi.

When everyone was sitting in the living room watching the game, Maggie and Kuroro sat on the sofa next to each other. The former concentrated on absorbing useful moves, while the latter just glanced at them from time to time, and then looked down at the book.

Opposite them, the four of them were sitting on the sofa on the other side. The two sides seemed to be separated by an invisible dividing line and did not interfere with each other.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

The children in the room looked towards the door, and the four of them became even more alert, because the staff here would not knock on the door.

However, Kuroro and Ma Qihe's expressions remained unchanged. The latter even stood up and walked towards the entrance to open the door.

"Hey, don't open!"

The child with painted face lowered his voice, his eyes darkened, "The staff won't knock on the door, there might be..." the guy in the other room.

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the room was opened directly by Madge.

The ones standing outside were not children from other rooms.

"March?"

The corners of your lips curved slightly, and you smiled, then leaned over to approach the purple-haired girl, and suddenly noticed her messy hair, your smile froze immediately: "What's the matter with your hair?"

Ma Qi blinked and said, "Block the line of sight, cut it with a knife."

She has always been doing this, and she never feels that there is anything wrong, as long as it can achieve her goal.

Your smile froze, and you were immediately choked by her: "..."

Then you reluctantly took out a pair of hair scissors from your satchel, "I found out last time, and I planned to come and fix it for you this time."

As you said that, you moved your fingertips slightly, wanting to touch her hair.

Suddenly thinking of the vigilance of the children on Meteor Street, you were not sure if she would accept this kind of behavior, you lowered your head and asked, "Can I touch it?"

In the view of Meteor Street people, it is very dangerous to be bumped on the head by other people, even their companions. The maximum they can accept is to allow their companions to stand behind them.

So you actually guessed that Madge would say no.

but……

The girl froze for a moment, hesitated, and nodded imperceptibly.

You opened your eyes slightly in surprise, touched the hair that was cut by her lightly, and sighed amusedly: "I'll fix it for you later, okay? Otherwise it looks a bit messy."

The girl lowered her head quietly, and softly agreed: "Hmm..."

By the way, you combed Madge's messy ear hair, then raised your face, and happened to meet Kuroro's eyes looking at you.

To be precise, his eyes fell on your hand in Madge's hair, and then casually looked away.

Kuroro's hair is also very long...

Your eyes fell on the boy's loose hair that covered his eyes, and the ends of his hair swayed slightly with the movement of his head.

You put your hands on Maggie's shoulders, took her in, walked up to Kuroro and bent down, stared at his face, and said helplessly, "Your dark circles are getting heavier and heavier."

The boy closed the book and said calmly, "It doesn't matter..."

You also know that he is very defensive, so you didn't say anything, but pointed to his hair from the air: "It's very long, do you want to cut it for you?"

Kuroro replied calmly: "No need..."

You folded your hands on the back of the sofa, and put your chin on your arms: "But too long broken hair will block the line of sight, which is not conducive to fighting...I'll give you the scissors, do it yourself?"

"No need..."

"Besides, if you don't need it, I'll get started directly."

His voice stagnated, and he changed his words abruptly: "I will do it myself."

A triumphant smile appeared on your face, and you said, "I'll go find you after I help Ma Qi get it done, remember to show me your homework... I'll stay today too, so I'm going to sleep, you know."

"..." Hearing this, Kuroro stared down at the cover of the book in his hand, and slowly rubbed the rough paper. The strange texture kept scratching his fingertips, exuding a strange and reassuring smell of ink.

He doesn't like falling asleep very much.

And this kind of emotional behavior has become a habit, even if the body has begun to feel sleepy, the spirit is always in a state of abundance.

Over time.

Gradually he no longer needs to sleep.

But now there seems to be a troublesome new habit, perhaps mixed with something that I have to admit...

"Krollo?"

Your face moved a little closer, the boy froze for a moment, and just about to retreat to distance himself, he suddenly realized that you hadn't entered his warning range at all.

"Did you hear me, go to sleep."

The other four children stared dumbfounded at you threatening this black-haired boy who they thought was extremely cruel, "If you really can't sleep, you can tell me that some extraordinary measures are also very useful."

Kuroro half-closed his eyelids, hiding the deep emotions in his eyes.

The string that had been tense in my mind for half a month gradually relaxed inexplicably, and even the long-lost feeling of fatigue slowly came to my heart.

"understood……"

Indeed...some things had to be admitted.

After a while, the security guard in charge of the factory suddenly reports to you that a kid sneaked into the factory and used recycled materials to create something special.

He will tell you the whole process of the child avoiding the inspection of the bodyguard, and finally ask you how to deal with the child after you have locked him up.

Is it true that you can make something special out of those materials without telling the bodyguards?

You are curious and immediately follow the bodyguards.

As expected, the kid was locked in a room, but he didn't feel scared at all. He even waved to you after seeing you coming through the glass. He was so enthusiastic that he didn't look like a kid from Meteor Street.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, bright lights fell into his eyes when he raised his face and smiled, this kind of energetic appearance...

It's very similar to when Linna was a child and ran towards you by stepping on the floor.

You were a little distracted, and saw this blond boy picking up the device beside him, and said to you: "You are the owner of this factory, I can make some special things, do you want to consider hiring me?"

When you came back to your senses, you looked down at the finished product he made, which was even better than the ones made by the machines in the factory, and asked in surprise, "You made it?"

The boy puffed up his face dissatisfied: "Of course..."

He put down the finished product and looked into your eyes seriously: "I can make more powerful things, as long as you can pay me enough."

You thought about it and asked, "What do you want?"

The blond boy was silent for two seconds, then whispered, "Medicine..."

The smile on his face slowly disappeared, his eyes moved down, staring at the undulating ground, his green pupils were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I need lots and lots of medicine for serious injuries."

Only then did you notice that his fingers were burning red during the process of reprocessing the waste, some places had ooze blood, and there were fresh flesh and blood coming out of the wound.

People in factories wear protective clothing when they work.

But this little boy didn't even have gloves, so he touched it directly with his hands.

You looked at him quietly and said with a smile, "I promise you."

Then you dug out a medical kit from the cabinet in the corner of the room, opened it under the boy's puzzled eyes, and put it in front of him, "Treat it, your hand injury, remember to wear protective clothing next time."

The little boy blinked his eyes. Although he didn't care about this kind of minor injury, since there are free things, there is no need to use them for nothing.

So he said bluntly, "Okay, thank you."

You wait for him to finish bandaging, write out the transaction regulations on a piece of paper, and pass it to him: "This is the exchange ratio between finished products and drugs, is it acceptable?"

The boy glanced at it and said, "No problem..."

The kid could see faster than Kuroro.

You sighed silently and asked, "What's your name?"

"Xiaker..." He bent his eyes and laughed, "My name is Xiake."