[Hunter] Reasons not to love you

A few days before my menstrual period is approaching, I am easily irritable.

No wonder there was a murderous intent for a pot of potatoes. At that time, I really wanted to kill Xiba.

Part of my experience in this world inevitably changed me, or in other words, distorted it a bit. I may be too murderous, so please pay more attention.

Painting can cultivate one's self-cultivation.In the room where materials are piled on the second floor, I set up the drawing board and started drawing.

Without using any paints, I like to sketch and paint landscapes from photographs I have taken.Because the scenery in the photo is still and unchanging, it is suitable for people like me who draw slowly.The real nature is too difficult to depict, and I don't spend enough time on painting, and my painting level is average.

What is more difficult than landscape painting is the characters, and the charm is not so easy to control.

When Shiba came over, I was drawing characters that I am not good at.Drawing the types that are not good at requires more concentration and energy, and can better eliminate distracting thoughts.

"This is... me?" Shiba asked me uncertainly about the identity of the bust on the drawing board.

His uncertainty is within my expectation. One is that my painting skills are limited, and the other is that I am not painting him now, but him when he was a teenager.

"Well, it was my impression when I first saw you." I said, "At that time, you were cute and a bit fierce hahaha."

"I thought you were playing a scoundrel at the time," Sheba recalls.

"I did that because I like you, okay?!" Thinking about the past, I think the main reason why I'm reluctant to break up is that Xiba is too difficult to get, extremely wary, and has a high sunk cost.

Well, well, well, after all, I did have evil intentions, and from the very beginning, I wanted his body, not his soul (laughs).

I remember the first time I met a young man, it was the young man who took the initiative to talk to him.

"Hello, please delete the photo of me." The teenager said, "Photographing without my permission is a violation of the right of portrait."

The cameras of that era used film imaging technology, and the shooting was one-time, and it was impossible to delete and retake like digital cameras.The boy's request was tantamount to asking me to hand over the negatives.

"There are other photos in the camera. After I develop all the photos, I will give you your part, okay?" I raised my head and asked.

"If you can go back alive..." The young man folded his arms. His height was not much different from mine at that time, but he was standing on top of the trench, so the perspective was overlooking, "Make a price, what can you get?" Exchange that roll of negatives with you?"

The young man's military uniform obviously didn't fit him well, which was not surprising. After the war had been raging for a long time, there were not enough adult men, and the underage men had to be put on top.Not only boys, but also girls with short hair.Supplies were in short supply, so they wore the military uniforms that had been taken from the dead, and picked up the weapons of the dead, as long as they could continue to use them.

Not straight at all, but bloated, bloodstained, dusty and almost loessy camouflage, this military uniform doesn't look very good.However, some people are born extraordinary, which can be seen from their appearance, as well as...unique temperament.

Although it is not 100% sure whether the boy is the original character, but the boy will definitely do something in his own future, right?

In short, the boy was very good-looking, and no matter how badly he dressed, he couldn't hide his beauty.

"Go on a date with me," I said with a smile, "then I'll give you the negatives."

"I don't have that time." The boy jumped into the trench, stood in front of me, and looked at me, "If you don't have any other suitable proposals, then I'm sorry, I have to grab it."

Wow, is it so polite to make a statement before grabbing it?

Not necessarily because of politeness, after all, I am the only living person left in this trench.A person who can survive alone on the battlefield, without missing arms or legs, and who is alive and kicking should have some advantages. The young man is cautious and does not want to cause conflicts casually.

I shook my head, "I'll survive."

He didn't believe it, or rather, he didn't want to waste any more time on my side, so he made a move.Changed the hand bones to turn the hands into beastly claws aimed at the camera in my hand.

Oh, isn't this classic move just for beating the enemy Hakka?According to the current timeline, the boy should be the father of Qi Ya, one of the protagonists of the original manga, Sheba Beat the Enemy.

So cute, it's a cat scratching.

Using "Nian" to strengthen the camera, the teenager's normal attack failed, not even a single scratch was left.

Not to be an enemy of the strong, this is the family motto of beating the enemy.The boy had a good tutor, and after being surprised, he stopped chasing him.

"Hope you survive," he said.

The temporarily resting artillery fire exploded again, dust was flying, the earth was shaking, and in the blink of an eye, the boy disappeared without a trace.

"Are you really just collecting material?" Shiba today asked the same question as the teenager who went on the date back then.

Unexpectedly, he was still thinking about this question, the intuition of beating up the enemy's next Patriarch is a bit scary.

"Isn't it? I'm needed for work." Back then, I replied, "It's my job to penetrate into dangerous areas that ordinary people cannot reach and obtain first-line intelligence."

Before burning the hell I lived in as a child, I took some money with me and used it to live, study, study, and keep exercising. At the age of 12, I got my hunter's license.With a hunter license, most countries and restricted areas can be unimpeded, which is very convenient.Taking this as a unique advantage, I signed a contract with the newspaper to become a columnist and provide exclusive reports.

By showing the hunter's license to the boy, I was able to justify myself.

"I think you seem to be waiting for me." Today's Shiba is different from the boy who went to the appointment back then, and he is not so easy to be fooled. "It seems that I was expected to appear there."

"How is it possible? I don't have the ability to predict. I don't know when you will appear, nor where you will appear." I smiled at him, "So, this should be called a 'meeting of fate'."

There is no mention of Shiba's past in the original book, except for his old lair in Kukulu Mountain, which is where he must appear, nothing else is known.

Go to Kukulu Mountain and squat at the gate of his house, there is a certain chance to see the members of the Dadike family, but 99% of those who will do that are those who seek revenge or challenge the Dadike.And as a 1% exception, it is also very suspicious to squat at the gate of beating the enemy.Which normal person would have an inexplicable affection for a member of a family of killers who has never met?

Considering the business of beating enemies, they are the world's number one family of killers. The price of killing people is not comparable to that of ordinary killers, and those who can hire them are either rich or expensive.Get closer to their potential clients and workplaces and you have the opportunity to meet them.

The support of the state is of course necessary for the beating enemy to have the confidence to publicize its old lair and even become a famous tourist attraction.

When necessary, I think the government may also commission to beat up the enemy.

For example, a relatively decent opportunity is needed to end this military strike that has cost more than the Republic of Bartocia expected.

The above are all my guesses. I didn't lie to Shiba. I really don't know whether the beater will appear. My first goal in going to the front line is to collect materials.

When I saw the boy again, I was photographing the ruins of the village during the war. At that time, the boy was not wearing a military uniform, but a civilian.

"How do you know I'm here?" I asked.

"You're still alive." He answered irrelevantly.

Then, like a ghost behind the scenes, he didn't take the initiative to talk to me or urge me, but followed me silently, watched me take the last photo, and set off on the way home with me.I returned to my residence at the time in a long and dusty way, plunged into the darkroom, and put the film into the prepared developer.

The darkroom is not completely dark, but has a red light as a light source, because the photo paper will not be exposed under red light.

Fix, develop, and clip the prints to dry.

In those days, the process of developing photos was cumbersome, and it was a technical job. It might be boring to make the boy wait so long. I asked the boy if he wanted to try it.Of course, I will not give him the key steps, the hard-working photos can not be messed up, I only invite him to do the last step, wash off the residual liquid in the photos, and then hang the photos.

"The potion is poisonous, be careful not to touch it." I handed him a pair of tweezers, "Watch out for fingerprints when drying."

"En." The boy took the tweezers.

There are teenagers who work as free laborers, and the progress has been accelerated a lot. The first batch of photos are all on the air. I pointed to one of them, "Maybe this photo can win the Pulitzer Prize."

"what is that?"

"The photography award of the press. Events that may be recorded in history are all good subjects." I held my chin, "This one, and this one seem to be good too. Well, it's not easy to decide. It will have to be put in at that time." Let's take a look together."

He was too absorbed in picking photos, and almost forgot the existence of the boy, and the presence of the boy was already very thin, so he deliberately restrained his breath.

"Ah, it's not the time to do this kind of thing. I have to hurry up and write the manuscript." I let the young man do his own thing, then sat down at the desk, opened the notebook, and started writing the manuscript according to the content in the notebook.

Before I met a teenager, I had a rough life because there was so much to do.Learn the knowledge of this world, exercise your body, practice "Nian", become a columnist signed by a newspaper, etc.For the convenience of traveling around the world, I cut my hair short and dressed up as a boy. After all, relatively weak girls are more likely to be bullied or looked down upon in various senses.

In addition, my voice is not sweet and cute, but a bit neutral. So far, no one has doubted my pretended gender.

When the boy asked me to borrow a change of clothes, I realized that the boy probably thought I was a boy too.

Then when I used "date me" as a request to hand over the negatives, he must have mixed feelings.

Love knows no gender, but what if I caused him confusion as a boy, causing him to awaken his homosexuality? !

No, I don't need to mention this matter right away, I want to see him wearing my clothes by taking this opportunity, hey.

After sorting out the photos and manuscripts, I picked up the bulging file bag and headed to the newspaper office. When I opened the door, I "casually" mentioned the gender issue, and the teenager who learned that I was a girl petrified on the spot and died laughing.

"I didn't expect the photo at that time to really win the prize." Today's Shiba sighed, interrupting my detailed description of his petrification scene.

"Yeah, you almost ruined the award-winning photo." I complained.

"But I also edited that photo for you."

"That's your luck!"

After going to the newspaper office to deal with the submission of the manuscript, I took the boy to a restaurant for a meal, rewarded him for helping me develop the photos, and then asked him for his contact information.

"Is it over?" He was a little surprised.

"Well, thank you for being with me for so long." I nodded, "I am very satisfied with this date."

The teenager kept his contact information very frankly, the one used for the killer's business contacts, and he did not shy away from revealing his first and last name.

"In the future, anyone who wants to kill can contact me." The boy smiled at me for the first time, "I'll give you a [-]% discount."

"...the discount is too little." As a fellow beating enemy, I remember that the discount Zeno gave to his colleagues in the original book was [-]% off!

After I said this, the boy didn't answer, his smile disappeared, and the atmosphere fell into embarrassment for a while.I can't help but think that Sheba is a stingy kid.

After a long time, the boy broke the silence, "I'll give you [-]% off, no less."

"Okay, I will contact you if necessary." I waved goodbye to the boy.

I never made that phone call. One is that the charge for beating the Hakka enemy is the highest in the industry, and the other is that I have no one who I want to kill but can't kill.

And I didn't seem to need to make that phone call, and a few months later, I met the teenager again in another part of the world, among the glove boxes of the abandoned factory.

"What are you filming this time?" he asked softly.

"Top-secret illegal trading site." I replied in a low voice.

……

"Meeting you again." He and I got into the same ventilation duct.

"...are you a stalker?" I preempted.

"Who is it?" the boy asked back.

Constant encounters, it is no longer clear who is doing it on purpose, or the arrangement of fate.

Later, I sometimes took the initiative to send messages to tell him where I was collecting materials.

"Hey——" Pulling away from the drawing board and looking at the whole painting, I said regretfully, "I still didn't draw it well, and I didn't draw the feeling of falling in love at first sight."

Because I like it so much, even though I have drawn a boy many times, I still feel that it is not like a picture no matter how I draw it.

"If you need a reference," Sheba said, "I can stay here."

"No need." Picking up the eraser, I erased the facial features on the drawing paper, "I like to draw young and beautiful ones."

"..."

"Is there any problem with this? Men like young and beautiful ones, so can't I like young and beautiful ones?"

"Peerless, your habit is a bit dangerous, I have to say."

I think Xiba, your aura is a little dangerous right now!

"This, I am obsessed with the moment of love at first sight!" I hurriedly made amends.

It's confirmed, if I cheat on Shiba, he will probably kill me himself.

"Peerless, I want to have 5 children in the future." Xi Ba said coldly.

"...Why did you tell me this all of a sudden?!" My hand was unsteady, and I almost scratched the drawing paper.

"Let you be mentally prepared." Shiba folded his arms, "I have already thought of the name, the first one is 'Ilumi'."

I got it, I got it, according to the original setting, the name Solitaire game, right?First irumi, then miruki, and so on, killua, alluka, until kalluto.

Mental preparations have also been made, referring to "mental preparations to break up with Xiba in time".

"Peerless, what do you think?" He put his hand on my shoulder.

I knew he wasn't asking about the number of children, but about their names.

Of course, I can’t answer the big truths such as "I don’t think so", "I don’t want to have children", "Can you choose DINK", "Can the next generation of Dadike use adoption instead of childbirth", I have to be more tactful and roundabout, "This ...Birth is a joint task of two people. Although you are very confident, what should I do if I can’t give birth? Or if I give birth, what should I do if the child is unhealthy? What if I give birth to a ball and a civet cat?”

Well, I'm talking gibberish.

"Don't worry, Jue Shi, these can be checked out in advance." Shiba hugged me, "When your menstrual period is over, I will take you to check it out?"

If there is no problem, everyone is happy. Although I do not want to have children, but not wanting to have children and not being able to have children are two different concepts. I am not at a loss if I have the reproductive function, right?

If there is a problem, then there is a legitimate reason to break up with Shiba, and I will not have to worry about contraception in the future, and I have gained extraordinary freedom.

Idle is idle, go check it out, it's not a loss anyway.

I remember the last time I saw my own uterus, it was the seaweed head wearing white medical gloves who cut open my stomach with a scalpel and picked up the organ that was less than 3 centimeters long.

"2.5 centimeters, it's a little small." He measured it with a ruler, "If you don't grow up properly, Jue Shi, you won't be able to bear children for me in the future."

After my stomach was cut open, I just kept screaming and my voice was hoarse.

Thinking of that period of the past, my scalp tightens.

"..." I don't want to hurt anymore.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Shiba pressed his hand on my lower abdomen, "I heard that this part should be kept warm."

His palms are very warm, and the pressing part is also very accurate, and the heat can be felt through the clothes.

Very inappropriate, I can't help but think of my grandma in my previous life, she would know whether there are eggs in the hen's stomach by touching specific parts of the hen.

Do I... have eggs?

I fell into thinking.

The author has something to say:

"How to Persuade a Peerless Good Woman in a Second"

Shiba: I want to have 5 children in the future, and I have already thought of the names

Peerless: Huh? ! ! ! ! ! ! !

"I want to have 9 children in the future." - Baiyin Yuxing