Why aren't people raising me

For several days, Yazhi spent time in a remote rental house. The real person tried him a few times at the beginning, and repaired the two cracks in his soul with inaction. What, after that, I threw Masaji aside and studied novel things by myself.

"I don't like it here. It's so cramped. In fact, the base in the sewer is not bad. I have a test subject there, and he has been transformed into the height of a two-story building by me." Zhenren lay down on the floor and sighed. , "But you just like a clean house, and you have relatively high requirements for food, like a pampered young master."

"Then you can go back and leave me here alone." Yazhi was flipping through the books and newspapers on the floor beside him. He was reading very fast, and there was a pile of things he had finished reading beside him.

The real person turned over, lying on his side like an idle uncle, "That's not okay, what if you run away?"

Yazhi glanced at him with an idiot's gaze,

"By the way, Masaharu, do you have any other interests? Although I don't resist reading, I'll get tired of reading it all the time. And I don't understand. What do you want newspapers for? What do you want from newspapers? What do you think about the past of human society? Interested then?"

"Because I need to grow up fast."

"Grow up, for what?"

"..."

Yazhi paused, looked at him coldly, "I'll kill you."

The real man opened his eyes wide, and then laughed loudly, "Hahahaha...Kill me? Your temper is getting weirder and weirder, what are you talking about to your creator—"

"It's because of your rhetoric that I can't wait to hang on my lips all the time, that I want to kill you."

The tremor in Zhenren's eyes was even worse, "...Are you denying yourself, Yazhi?"

Seeing the weird atmosphere, Yazhi hesitated for a moment, and changed his words, "I hate being treated as your property, because I have independent thinking and personality."

No.

Can't break up with it.

Yazhi curled his fingers under the cover of the book, "You don't let me go free, and you suppress me with your qualifications and force. This kind of life is meaningless, or you just let me get rid of it."

"No, you're still useful." The real person firmly refused, "Even if I get pissed off by you sometimes and want to kill you, I won't do that."

"..."

"Because Akashi doesn't want to."

As the voice fell, the door was knocked lightly, and the real person got up while thinking about it, "ah, it's just a knock on the door with such a small force, do you want to show your caring and upbringing?"

Yazhi clicked his tongue in disgust, "Why don't you say such things in front of him."

The person who came was Akashi.

Since the last time we saw him, Akashi had been very attentive to Masaharu. With the idea of ​​definitely pulling Masaharu into the camp, he worked hard to find out Masaharu's temperament and preferences.

The moment Akashi saw Masaharu, he asked, "How are you doing?"

The real person answered, "Looking at his listless appearance, you can tell that he is very dissatisfied with the status quo."

"Only this place does not require identification, please be patient."

Yazhi raised his head, "Like a mouse that lives in a slum, it will be killed if it goes out to see the sun."

"..." A moment of silence.

The real person shrugged, "I tried to correct it, but if human beings have no fear, they will naturally not easily compromise."

"Well, that's fine, be malicious to everything, Masaharu." Akashi obviously leaned towards Masaharu, and he raised his handbag, "I brought you astronomical materials. This kind of stuff has always been profound, and it is related to the layout of the world. And mystery, you should like it."

Masaharu did not express his attitude, he accepted all the things given by the outside world. "I don't like it or not, it's just whether I need it or not."

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

"Something that will make me grow up faster."

Akashi pondered, "It seems that the real person can't transform your soul."

The real person next to him raised his hand positively, "Hey, no. I just think he looks pretty good. If he grows up, won't he be exactly like you?"

"...Well, this is also very good, in terms of age, the time is just right."

An inexplicable sentence, the real person did not understand, but Masaharu's eyes moved.

"When is the right time?"

"Well... I mean, we look more like father and son this way." Akashi stretched out his hand to touch Masaharu's head, exuding love from his whole body. His performance fell into the eyes of some curse spirits and was extremely sincere, but Masaharu did not. To be hurt by the hypocrisy, "I may not be born with such a resemblance in my life, so it is rare to get close to a person."

"You said before that you are annoying when you see this face, and you want to get rid of it."

"Just kidding, how could I hate my face."

Yazhi dodged the hand he extended without accident, and received a merciless voice: "Go away."

"Are you playing house, do you really want to establish a father-son relationship with me?" The white-haired boy suppressed his tone impatiently, "Will the curse master be trapped by such useless emotions? He has the ability to please me. It’s better to hurry up and implement your great cause.”

Perhaps any human being who uttered such words would not survive three seconds.

But Masaharu realized from the very beginning that these guys would be interested in what kind of reaction they would have.

It has to be unreasonable, simple and controllable, its weaknesses can be seen at a glance, and it has to have enough value.

Hold on a little longer... hold on a little longer...

"Hey, it's not a solution to keep the child in a closed space all the time. How about I take him out for a walk?" Akashi suggested, "It's better to make him happy with new things."

"No, I don't want to go out with you." Yazhi said, "I feel disgusted when I see your face."

"Don't say that, I think my face is pretty good."

"It's okay to boast."

"You really don't want to go out, I can show you the life of ordinary people."

Yazhi put down the book and looked at him with serious eyes, "Compared with that, I want to get a mobile phone or a computer."

"Well... that's not very good, because this kind of thing is easy to detect."

Akashi walked up to Masaharu, knelt down and looked at the newspaper in his hand, "What are you reading... Genius children 96 wins, 0 losses, 58 draws... Are you interested in this?"

Yazhi flipped the newspaper aside, "Just curious, because luck is hard to say." He glanced at the real person meaningfully, and the real person smiled back at him, and said proudly, "Indeed, if you don't If you meet me, you will die now."

Although we talked about a bunch of unnutritious topics, in the end, Masaharu was taken out by Akashi alone because Masato had other things to do.

"My avatar found a toy." The blue-haired curse spirit smiled maliciously, and the sutures were embedded in its cheeks, making it look a little sick. "The new toy is quite interesting, because it is oppressed by the same kind. So He has developed trust and goodwill toward me, a curse spirit who only said a few words to his liking."

Akashi held the reluctant Masaharu, "Then congratulations."

Yazhi stared at the real person, like staring at a piece of garbage that abandoned him.

Such eyes can easily make people feel the satisfaction of being needed, so the real person poked his forehead, "I have decided, how about taking you to watch the battle when the story reaches its climax? It will also let you see the world."

Masaharu raised his eyebrows with an obvious relaxed expression, "It's a deal."

They parted temporarily, and Masaharu broke away from Akashi's hand without taking two steps, and the other party didn't force him, but just shrugged helplessly.

The young man took Yazhi to many places.

Kindergartens, parks, children's workshops, wherever there is caring parent-child warmth, he will take Yazhi there.

He invited Yazhi to make a spinning cup together, gave Yazhi a game to win marshmallows, and even hugged him for a mugshot.

Without exception, Yazhi was full of rejection, more vigilant and disgusted than a hedgehog with fried hair.

Pedestrians around cast strange and kind eyes on them, and Yazhi even heard them whispering excitedly, "Are those two brothers? Or father and son? If it's dad, they look really young."

"like--!"

"Ah, it's a pity to wear a hat..."

Hearing this kind of words many times, coupled with the fact that he has been acting like a fool all the time, Yazhi was a little annoyed, "Do you have a list of plans to do such meaningless things with me?"

"if not?"

"Do you want me to be as close to you as they say, like father and son?"

"Although I don't mind, but it should be difficult." Akashi pinched his chin and thought, "Because of your personality, it seems that you lack something of a human being, but your birth time is extremely short, so— —” He lowered his head, and the fabric of the hood rubbed against each other slightly, “So I have to see if you can imitate human behavior and learn kindness and love by yourself.”

Masaharu, who was looking ahead, suddenly felt hairy. It was the instinct of premonitioning the crisis that was at work.

He looked up, the white-haired young man's eyes were cold, as if he wanted to examine Yazhi's soul through his appearance.

[He's wondering if you're really Masaharu Akashi. ]

A sudden voice came into his mind, making Yazhi tremble violently involuntarily.

Akashi immediately put on a concerned expression, "What's wrong?"

Yazhi showed a disgusted face at him, "You made me so cold that you even mentioned kindness and love to me? Just imagining that I would have that kind of thing makes the sky collapse. There is nothing more cumbersome than them in the world. Useless feelings, always indecisive, always harboring weaknesses, only the weak need to use it to comfort their hearts."

After saying a lot in a blur, Masaharu looked around the crowd.

[Don't look for it, I'm behind you, don't look back, I don't want to be exposed to people related to the magic world. ]

The voice was not immature as a child, nor did it have the youthful maturity mixed with youth, but it was the plainness that Masaharu was familiar with.

[Explain to me first, what is going on with you? ]