reborn as a boss

Fighting, the brother who is 20cm taller than the character he set can look directly at the ID above his head, so that he can know what he is thinking every time he sees it.

However, what You Ci never expected was that You Shi never entered the inner world.

You Ci often thinks that the ID above his head or the missing height is meaningless.

Facts have proved that it is still meaningful. The elder brother he has been thinking about has entered the inner world. Although he did not enter the inner world because of him, he feels very satisfied.

You Ci was very happy. He used to think that he could watch the battle with You Shi, but You Shi said that they could fight together.

But ah, he is still too young, he is only eight years old, he can only enter the children's war zone, I should have known this...

If he had known this before, he had worked hard and been more patient after entering the inner world, so that he might have been able to stand out from the child theater and enter the ordinary theater now.

A little regret, very regret.

You Shi held You Ci's hand and said, "Xiao Ci."

You Ci raised his head, his lips parted slightly, and he wanted to say, brother, I will fight in the child theater first, after a few days I may be able to enter the adult theater, then we will fight 2v2 in the adult theater together.

Without waiting for You Ci to speak, You Shi said, "Then let's start today."

You Ci: "...Huh?"

You Shi: "Actually, when you entered the war zone when you were younger, I should have come in with you to cheer for you. Although it is a bit late now, Xiaoci will always be in the auditorium to support you in every battle from now on. Come on, okay?"

You Ci's black pupils were fluorescently flickering, and he thought of his thoughts three years ago.

Other children can be accompanied by their parents and elders to fight in the children's sanctuary because they are backed by the pampering of their elders. He doesn't, so he doesn't deserve it.

He is not worthy, these three words are deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

But ah, after three years, my brother said he was willing to cheer him on.

Next, he was cheered for every fight he had.

You Ci suddenly lowered his head, tears flowed down his eye sockets, patter patter.

He murmured a soft "hmm" in a nasal voice.