Coming to the StarCraft to Be a Kindergarten Teacher: Perfect Transformation

"Fellow?" I called softly.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes dazed, as if they'd lost focus. My heart tightened, wondering what had happened to cause him to be so distracted. His deep eyes seemed glaringly empty, as if shrouded in a mist. I looked at him anxiously, trying to discern the answer from his expression, but he remained silent, lost in his own thoughts.

After a while, he slowly spoke, "I don't know why, but I'm feeling really upset. I want to go out and relax." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness. I looked at him with pity, knowing that he must be facing some kind of trouble. Although we haven't known each other that long, friends should help each other, so I suggested, "Why don't we go for a walk in the garden together? Maybe it will make you feel better." He hesitated, but finally agreed.

We walked in silence, neither of us speaking. The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of flowers, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting patches of light onto the ground. A gentle breeze caressed our faces, bringing a touch of coolness. From time to time, I stole a glance at him and saw that his brow was still furrowed, as if he was troubled by something.

Finally, we reached the corner of the garden. Ferro suddenly stopped, staring into the distance, and muttered to himself, "I don't belong here..." His voice was low, almost inaudible only to him. But I could clearly hear the confusion and loneliness in his words. I stood quietly by, watching him, my heart filled with confusion. I didn't understand why he felt this way, and I had no idea what he meant by "not belonging here."

I sat with Ferro in the garden for a while. I didn't know what was happening to him, so I didn't know how to comfort him. I could only sit with him silently, letting him know that he was not alone. I felt that he was gradually getting rid of the loneliness he had just felt. Then we went back to the room to rest. It happened that a few guests who had watched the sunrise today had checked out, so there was a vacant room, so we booked another room and stayed in it alone to avoid being exposed to anything that suddenly appeared.

Because Ferro was in a bad mood, we didn't shoot that afternoon to take a break. That night, I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Ferro's words kept lingering in my mind, leaving me confused and worried.

What had he been going through? Why did he feel like he didn't belong here? I decided to talk to him, hoping to help him unravel the mystery. After sitting quietly with Ferro in the garden for a while, I felt a sense of helplessness. I didn't know what had happened to him, and I couldn't find the right way to comfort him. In desperation, I sat silently beside him, hoping that through this presence, he would feel that he was not alone. Gradually, he seemed to break free from his loneliness and his mood improved.

Seeing this, I suggested going back to the room to rest. Just then, several guests who had watched the sunrise checked out, which allowed us to open a new room. To avoid any unexpected items appearing, I chose to stay in the room alone.

Because Philo was in a bad mood, we didn't shoot all afternoon, opting instead to rest. That evening, I lay in my comfortable bed, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Philo's words from the day before kept lingering in my mind, leaving me confused and worried.

What had he been through? Why did he feel that he didn't belong here? With these questions in mind, I decided to talk to him, hoping to help him unravel the mystery deep in his heart.

I knocked gently on his door, but there was no movement from inside. I hesitantly pushed the door open, and when I looked, I saw him sitting quietly by the bed, his eyes confused and empty, as if he was entangled in endless thoughts, staring straight out the window.

"Fei Luo, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?" I asked softly, then slowly walked over to him and sat down.

He seemed to wake up from a dream, slowly came back to his senses, gave me a faint smile, and said softly: "I can't sleep."

"Me too," I answered frankly. "What you said this afternoon has been lingering on my mind. Would you mind telling me a little more about yourself? Perhaps it would help to clear things up."

Ferro stared at me silently, his eyes seeming to see through my soul. After a moment, he took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the emotions in his heart. Then, he slowly opened his mouth and began to tell his story.

Ferro is a mecha designer, a profession full of passion and creativity. His design talent has made him the focus of the military, and he has designed many amazing mechas. These mechas are not only cool in appearance, but also have powerful combat capabilities that are amazing.

However, fate has a habit of playing tricks on us. During a fierce battle, Ferro made a fatal mistake. Overconfident in his own design abilities, he deployed an under-tested mech into the war against the Zerg. As a result, the mech malfunctioned on the battlefield, resulting in the deaths and injuries of hundreds of soldiers. In this disaster, Ferro lost his closest friend—a brave and fearless warrior.

After the war, Ferro was consumed by self-blame. Unable to forgive himself for his mistakes, he felt responsible for the deaths of the soldiers. He began to question his own abilities and even considered abandoning his career. But whenever he thought of his fallen comrades, he felt an immense pain and guilt.

"I thought I could save more people, but instead, I've killed so many innocent lives..." Ferro's voice was filled with pain and despair. Tears glistened in his eyes, as if the whole world was crumbling. Deep within him, an unspeakable sadness permeated, a sadness he couldn't let go of.

I gently held his hand, trying to convey some warmth and comfort to him. He seemed to sense my kindness and continued to tell his story.

"Since then, I left the army and began to wander, trying to find a way to make up for my mistakes." Ferro's voice was low and hoarse, as if carrying endless pain. "I have been to many places, seen all kinds of people and things, but I still haven't found a true home."

His eyes were hazy as he looked off into the distance, recalling those days of wandering. "Until recently, I met you." He turned his head and looked at me, a glint in his eyes. "You showed me the beauty of life and made me start thinking about my future. But I still don't know if I really belong here..."

I listened quietly to him, a complex mix of emotions welling up within me. I felt sympathy for his past, yet also admiration for his courage and determination. "Fero, the past can't be changed," I whispered. "But you can start now and use your talents to do something meaningful. Perhaps that's how you find a sense of belonging."

After a moment's silence, Ferro nodded slightly, accepting my suggestion. His gaze gradually hardened, as if he had found a new direction in the darkness. We sat together on the bed, savoring this rare tranquility. The air in the room seemed frozen, the only sounds being the intertwined sounds of our breathing and heartbeats.

Outside the window, moonlight filtered through the mottled leaves, like a layer of silver gauze. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, accompanied by the crisp chirping of insects, as if accompanying our conversation. This beautiful natural sound was refreshing and soothing, and it also brought a deeper sense of peace to our hearts.

On this quiet night, my relationship with Ferro grew stronger. We faced challenges together, supported each other, and found a way forward together. The chirping of insects outside the window became a witness to this wonderful time, accompanying us through every unforgettable moment.