[Comprehensive] Forced to Mary Sue
Chapter 18 Purple-haired Facial Paralysis Lu Xilu 4
I handed over my request for leave to the referee supervisor, and after getting the leave approval, I changed into less conspicuous clothes and went out.
This is the first time I have left Sky Arena since I came to Hunter World.
This is an extremely prosperous city. After seeing too many forests and rivers passing through the land of fire, and suddenly returning to the city, I feel that even the air is full of noise and intoxicating alcohol.It was the hottest time in the afternoon, and the sky was blue without a single cloud. Rows of airships flew between the tall buildings, casting oval-shaped shadows on the hot asphalt road.
The golden sunlight reflects dazzling light spots on the glass of the skyscrapers, and the shops along the street play various songs to attract customers.There is even a bookstore displaying a photobook of a female proprietor of the Sky Arena. The proprietor is sitting at the door of the store shaking a fan, with an old-fashioned radio on his lap, and the sweet voice of a female singer is heard from it.
I bought an ice cream at a cold drink shop and licked it all the way to the city library.
The library is not far from the Sky Arena. Mr. Boli once showed me the way at the window of the corridor on the [-]th floor of the Sky Arena. Fortunately, the floor was high enough so that I could see the six-story building between tall buildings. architecture.
"Miss Kulala really doesn't need me to accompany you." Boli seemed a little worried, "After all, you haven't left the Sky Arena for many years."
... How old are these sisters...
I looked at the inconspicuous six-story building that was almost hidden among the tall buildings, and shook my head: "No need."
"Miss Kulala is lost, what should I do?"
...So how many years have these sisters not been out of the house...
After a short walk, I arrived in front of the library. This building is a bit out of place in such a bustling city. The brick walls are very old. It can be seen that it has been around for a long time. The outer wall is covered with green creepers. , leaving a few open windows, the red paint on the window frame and door frame has peeled off a little, mottled, and the color of the metal pull ring on the door is also dull.
I pushed open the door and walked in, followed the instructions on the floor on the wall, and climbed up the wooden ladder to the third floor.The wooden ladder is a bit old, and when walking on it, you can still hear the sound of squeezing between the wood, and the footsteps can also stir up a thin layer of dust.There is a coolness here that seems to be isolated from the outside, and there is a smell of wood moisture between the bookshelves. The sun shines in through the open windows, and the faint golden color is particularly distinct in the dark space.
The librarian who brought me up said to himself behind me: "The weather seems to be good these days, it seems that it's time to let the books out to dry."
I walked to a bookshelf. The bookshelf had several layers, and each layer was densely packed with books. The spines of the books were either thin or thick. I bent down and scanned the names on the spines. They were all about social education. Class, it looks a bit old, it seems that there are still many people who are full of doubts about this society like me.
I took out a copy of "How to Get to the Peak of Life", and as soon as I turned to the preface, I heard a crisp sound of a book falling on the ground behind me. I turned my head and saw a figure shaking behind the bookshelf behind me. The man seemed to bend down to pick up the book that fell on the floor, and then slowly straightened up. From my angle, I could just see his eyes and the high nose bridge. The gap between the books meets my gaze.
Those are a pair of very gentle eyes, the black pupils are not dim in the dark space, reflecting the sunlight in front of the window, I can even see in his pupils the silly look of me holding a book .
His eyes moved to the book in my hand, I twitched the corners of my mouth, put "How to Reach the Pinnacle of Life" back to its original place with a natural expression, pulled out the topmost "Telge Ruins Culture", and turned it over pretendingly .
I don't know why, although there was no malice in his eyes, I felt an inexplicable sense of tension. I slightly turned my head and looked out the window, and I could see the sycamore trees shining in the sun outside. The air was very quiet, but I was very afraid of this 1 Minutes of silence are broken by any kind of sound.
"Excuse me……"
The sudden sound made my hair stand on end. I turned around and saw a black-haired young man standing not far from me in front of the bookshelf. He was wearing a black suit, but his jacket was not buttoned. Button up, a little less formal, a little more casual, black broken hair, a bandage on his forehead, a handsome face, with a faint smile on his face, as gentle as the spring in April, the blue color on his earlobes Under the sun, the earrings glow with a gorgeous light color that seems to be flowing.
I looked at him and didn't speak. He smiled and continued, "Miss, can you lend me the book in your hand."
I looked at the "Telge Relics Culture" that I flipped through a few pages in my hand, then looked at him, walked a few steps towards him, and handed him the book in my hand. He took the book, but still looked at me, The smile on my face didn't change a bit, and I walked past him, ready to leave here, as he watched me with hairs on my back.
And the moment I rubbed shoulders with him, I clearly heard his voice with a smile squeezed out of his throat: "I haven't seen you for so many years, doesn't my sister know me?"
... I don't know if your sister recognizes you or not, but I must know you anyway.
...Very dangerous, Doudou, Mr. Chrollo Luxilu.
I looked at him, nodded, and said a few words: "Long time no see."
It was extremely difficult to pronounce these four words, as if it was the most painful time in my throat, I subconsciously reached out to touch my throat, but I held back, turned my head, and walked straight forward.
"It's still the same..." He seemed to sigh, and then laughed again, as gentle and harmless as in the sketch.
After finishing speaking, he didn't look at me, but focused on the book in front of him, as if sinking into it. I walked down the stairs and glanced at him. Kuroro, who was flipping through books in the sun, seemed to be just an ordinary literary youth , no different from ordinary students who love books, I turned my head and walked downstairs.
Sure enough, it was safest to stay in the Sky Arena, and I burst into tears.
In the next few days, there will be no matches between the knights, and I am relieved. I don't know if the knights know about Kulala's relationship with Kuralo, but there is no doubt that they have anything to do with the Phantom Troupe. Both represent trouble.Although there is a sketch of Kuroro's youth on Kurala's piano, but judging from Kuroro's reaction before, the relationship between the siblings is probably not very harmonious.
...A truly normal relationship between siblings... Maybe the younger brother will pounce on the older sister he hasn't seen for many years and act like a baby...
...Well, if that's the case, then Kuroro is abnormal.
I can probably guess a little bit about the way these two siblings get along. It’s nothing more than that she doesn’t smile or talk at ordinary times. The elder sister who looks very indifferent actually loves her younger brother deeply. Love yourself, and then the two separated for some reason. After many years, the elder sister still misses the younger brother, and the younger brother who has left the second stage and is heading towards the mature boss stage doesn't know how he feels about his elder sister.
Probably, I still think this is an indifferent person.
Thinking of Kuroro's last words, I just felt that his smile at that time was gentle and almost blurred, as if it was fake.
"It's still the same..." I lay on the bed and repeated these words, not knowing how he felt at that time.
I looked at the mirror frame on the piano, and the face of the young Kuralo was blurred in the darkness. I don't know how Kurala felt when he drew this sketch.
Probably, I'm looking forward to it, just like I did with Hashirama and Togama.
There is no elder brother who does not love his younger sister, so the elder sister should also love his younger brother.
There is no younger sister who doesn't miss her elder brother, so the younger brother should also miss her elder sister... right?
...I had a cold war, and felt that the way of thinking of the non-strengthening system was still not suitable for me. I looked at the time of the bedside alarm clock, and it was already two in the middle of the night. I yawned and turned over, covering myself with the quilt Hold your head.
Anyway... Let's prepare to open the fine holes to develop the power of mind first, it seems that the ability of the trait system can also be cultivated the day after tomorrow.
I was awakened by Boli’s almost desperate knock on the door. The sun was already shining outside the window. I opened the door with a yawn, and there was Mr. Boli with his trembling hands. My battle table: "Miss Kulala, these two contestants have been waiting for you for almost an hour."
...Aren't there many other referees?
I took the battle form, and my eyes were blurred, and the two names were distorted in my sight.
Toto and...
"... Hisoka?" The name suddenly magnified in front of my eyes, and the drowsiness in my mind suddenly disappeared.
"Yes, many viewers are looking forward to this duel!" Mr. Boli took over the conversation.
If possible, I really want to cry for him.
It's not safe to stay in the sky arena!
This is the first time I have left Sky Arena since I came to Hunter World.
This is an extremely prosperous city. After seeing too many forests and rivers passing through the land of fire, and suddenly returning to the city, I feel that even the air is full of noise and intoxicating alcohol.It was the hottest time in the afternoon, and the sky was blue without a single cloud. Rows of airships flew between the tall buildings, casting oval-shaped shadows on the hot asphalt road.
The golden sunlight reflects dazzling light spots on the glass of the skyscrapers, and the shops along the street play various songs to attract customers.There is even a bookstore displaying a photobook of a female proprietor of the Sky Arena. The proprietor is sitting at the door of the store shaking a fan, with an old-fashioned radio on his lap, and the sweet voice of a female singer is heard from it.
I bought an ice cream at a cold drink shop and licked it all the way to the city library.
The library is not far from the Sky Arena. Mr. Boli once showed me the way at the window of the corridor on the [-]th floor of the Sky Arena. Fortunately, the floor was high enough so that I could see the six-story building between tall buildings. architecture.
"Miss Kulala really doesn't need me to accompany you." Boli seemed a little worried, "After all, you haven't left the Sky Arena for many years."
... How old are these sisters...
I looked at the inconspicuous six-story building that was almost hidden among the tall buildings, and shook my head: "No need."
"Miss Kulala is lost, what should I do?"
...So how many years have these sisters not been out of the house...
After a short walk, I arrived in front of the library. This building is a bit out of place in such a bustling city. The brick walls are very old. It can be seen that it has been around for a long time. The outer wall is covered with green creepers. , leaving a few open windows, the red paint on the window frame and door frame has peeled off a little, mottled, and the color of the metal pull ring on the door is also dull.
I pushed open the door and walked in, followed the instructions on the floor on the wall, and climbed up the wooden ladder to the third floor.The wooden ladder is a bit old, and when walking on it, you can still hear the sound of squeezing between the wood, and the footsteps can also stir up a thin layer of dust.There is a coolness here that seems to be isolated from the outside, and there is a smell of wood moisture between the bookshelves. The sun shines in through the open windows, and the faint golden color is particularly distinct in the dark space.
The librarian who brought me up said to himself behind me: "The weather seems to be good these days, it seems that it's time to let the books out to dry."
I walked to a bookshelf. The bookshelf had several layers, and each layer was densely packed with books. The spines of the books were either thin or thick. I bent down and scanned the names on the spines. They were all about social education. Class, it looks a bit old, it seems that there are still many people who are full of doubts about this society like me.
I took out a copy of "How to Get to the Peak of Life", and as soon as I turned to the preface, I heard a crisp sound of a book falling on the ground behind me. I turned my head and saw a figure shaking behind the bookshelf behind me. The man seemed to bend down to pick up the book that fell on the floor, and then slowly straightened up. From my angle, I could just see his eyes and the high nose bridge. The gap between the books meets my gaze.
Those are a pair of very gentle eyes, the black pupils are not dim in the dark space, reflecting the sunlight in front of the window, I can even see in his pupils the silly look of me holding a book .
His eyes moved to the book in my hand, I twitched the corners of my mouth, put "How to Reach the Pinnacle of Life" back to its original place with a natural expression, pulled out the topmost "Telge Ruins Culture", and turned it over pretendingly .
I don't know why, although there was no malice in his eyes, I felt an inexplicable sense of tension. I slightly turned my head and looked out the window, and I could see the sycamore trees shining in the sun outside. The air was very quiet, but I was very afraid of this 1 Minutes of silence are broken by any kind of sound.
"Excuse me……"
The sudden sound made my hair stand on end. I turned around and saw a black-haired young man standing not far from me in front of the bookshelf. He was wearing a black suit, but his jacket was not buttoned. Button up, a little less formal, a little more casual, black broken hair, a bandage on his forehead, a handsome face, with a faint smile on his face, as gentle as the spring in April, the blue color on his earlobes Under the sun, the earrings glow with a gorgeous light color that seems to be flowing.
I looked at him and didn't speak. He smiled and continued, "Miss, can you lend me the book in your hand."
I looked at the "Telge Relics Culture" that I flipped through a few pages in my hand, then looked at him, walked a few steps towards him, and handed him the book in my hand. He took the book, but still looked at me, The smile on my face didn't change a bit, and I walked past him, ready to leave here, as he watched me with hairs on my back.
And the moment I rubbed shoulders with him, I clearly heard his voice with a smile squeezed out of his throat: "I haven't seen you for so many years, doesn't my sister know me?"
... I don't know if your sister recognizes you or not, but I must know you anyway.
...Very dangerous, Doudou, Mr. Chrollo Luxilu.
I looked at him, nodded, and said a few words: "Long time no see."
It was extremely difficult to pronounce these four words, as if it was the most painful time in my throat, I subconsciously reached out to touch my throat, but I held back, turned my head, and walked straight forward.
"It's still the same..." He seemed to sigh, and then laughed again, as gentle and harmless as in the sketch.
After finishing speaking, he didn't look at me, but focused on the book in front of him, as if sinking into it. I walked down the stairs and glanced at him. Kuroro, who was flipping through books in the sun, seemed to be just an ordinary literary youth , no different from ordinary students who love books, I turned my head and walked downstairs.
Sure enough, it was safest to stay in the Sky Arena, and I burst into tears.
In the next few days, there will be no matches between the knights, and I am relieved. I don't know if the knights know about Kulala's relationship with Kuralo, but there is no doubt that they have anything to do with the Phantom Troupe. Both represent trouble.Although there is a sketch of Kuroro's youth on Kurala's piano, but judging from Kuroro's reaction before, the relationship between the siblings is probably not very harmonious.
...A truly normal relationship between siblings... Maybe the younger brother will pounce on the older sister he hasn't seen for many years and act like a baby...
...Well, if that's the case, then Kuroro is abnormal.
I can probably guess a little bit about the way these two siblings get along. It’s nothing more than that she doesn’t smile or talk at ordinary times. The elder sister who looks very indifferent actually loves her younger brother deeply. Love yourself, and then the two separated for some reason. After many years, the elder sister still misses the younger brother, and the younger brother who has left the second stage and is heading towards the mature boss stage doesn't know how he feels about his elder sister.
Probably, I still think this is an indifferent person.
Thinking of Kuroro's last words, I just felt that his smile at that time was gentle and almost blurred, as if it was fake.
"It's still the same..." I lay on the bed and repeated these words, not knowing how he felt at that time.
I looked at the mirror frame on the piano, and the face of the young Kuralo was blurred in the darkness. I don't know how Kurala felt when he drew this sketch.
Probably, I'm looking forward to it, just like I did with Hashirama and Togama.
There is no elder brother who does not love his younger sister, so the elder sister should also love his younger brother.
There is no younger sister who doesn't miss her elder brother, so the younger brother should also miss her elder sister... right?
...I had a cold war, and felt that the way of thinking of the non-strengthening system was still not suitable for me. I looked at the time of the bedside alarm clock, and it was already two in the middle of the night. I yawned and turned over, covering myself with the quilt Hold your head.
Anyway... Let's prepare to open the fine holes to develop the power of mind first, it seems that the ability of the trait system can also be cultivated the day after tomorrow.
I was awakened by Boli’s almost desperate knock on the door. The sun was already shining outside the window. I opened the door with a yawn, and there was Mr. Boli with his trembling hands. My battle table: "Miss Kulala, these two contestants have been waiting for you for almost an hour."
...Aren't there many other referees?
I took the battle form, and my eyes were blurred, and the two names were distorted in my sight.
Toto and...
"... Hisoka?" The name suddenly magnified in front of my eyes, and the drowsiness in my mind suddenly disappeared.
"Yes, many viewers are looking forward to this duel!" Mr. Boli took over the conversation.
If possible, I really want to cry for him.
It's not safe to stay in the sky arena!
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