you turned on the love game

Time passes day by day.

The eyes that peeked out of the house finally disappeared completely.The waves caused by the change of underground management gradually subsided, and the sound of collisions could be heard in the training ground every day.

The cushioning straws break up pile after pile, and you end up taking a trip to Zone [-] to replace them all with special training pads.

The two figures bounced up at the same time and slammed into each other.

The taller figure landed steadily on the ground, while the short, dark figure flew towards the edge of the cushion, suddenly twisted its body forcibly in mid-air, stepped heavily on the wall with both feet, and bounced back abruptly.

You praised without hesitation: "The response is good."

The boy who was praised had dim eyes, and his arm passed your shoulder very quickly. When he turned his body, he suddenly took out a dagger with a cold light, and slashed at your arm with lightning speed.

You point your toes to the ground, jump back a few meters, look down at your arms, and a slender opening is drawn in your sleeves.

Kuroro stood up straight, lightly tossed the dagger in his hand, his face was still calm, but there was a little joy in his eyes.

"Very good..." You rolled your eyes and said, "Continue to make it more difficult next time."

Maqi's progress is not as fast as Kuroro's, but it is also very amazing. From being unable to catch two moves in your hands at the beginning, to now being able to dodge your attacks nimbly, it is just that there is no way to counterattack successfully for the time being.

The learning of language and characters is also very smooth. Now she has learned the basic characters at a low level, and can try to read some simple announcements. Finally, she no longer reads books with a frozen face all day long.

And Kurolo...

There is still an elementary textbook in front of his desk, and next to it is the basic content from the beginning, which is full of crooked annotations.

You found out that he was learning characters very quickly, so you directly replaced his textbook, thinking that he could keep up even if the difficulty was increased.

Facts have proved that Kuroro can indeed keep up, but his speed is much slower than before, and he will re-read the basic content from time to time.

At that time, you were puzzled when you saw this scene, so you asked him why.

"Have you not figured out the basics yet?"

You always thought he figured it out, after all, he started to draw the corresponding patterns for the hieroglyphs in the books.

After Kuroro heard your question, the pen held between his fingers paused slightly, he raised his face, and stared at the complicated and fancy colored patterns on the ceiling.

"how to say."

He twisted his five fingers, held the pen in the palm of his hand, and drew a big circle on the white paper: "If the basic content is this circle..."

As he spoke, he drew lines to divide the circle into four different plates, and then blackened two of them: "Then what I understand now is only these two, about the structure of the text and the meaning on the surface."

"As for the other two, the allusions and potential meanings of the text, I haven't fully figured it out yet." Kurollo put down his pen, "So for me, this book has more value to explore."

You kept leaning over, silent for a moment: "..."

Ma Qi continued to write his own things without hearing anything out of the window. You blinked your eyes and said curiously: "But this book, its purpose is only to teach you basic glyphs, you know it."

Kurolo said indifferently: "Oh, I know, it doesn't matter."

There is a chair next to him, you sit down and continue to ask: "So, you really like to learn new content... Then why did you look so unhappy when you first saw the elementary textbook?"

Kuroro said calmly: "I'm not unhappy."

You put your face in one hand, and looked at the boy meaningfully: "Little friend, once you show that hypocritical smirk on your face, there is probably something wrong, and you can't cover up your emotions properly."

"..." He slowly turned his face to stare at you, his dark pupils reflected your face, and admitted this time: "Well. I don't like the plan to be disrupted. When will you figure out the contents of the book? I know it."

Putting your fingers on the side of your face, you nodded: "Is that so..."

After thinking about it carefully, you think what Kuroro said makes sense.

You shouldn't interfere with his study progress, because he is very smart, and he has more suitable ideas for these things.

With that in mind, you say to him, "Sorry..."

The tip of the pen that landed on the book stopped suddenly, and the ink smudged dark marks on the paper. Kuroro looked at you strangely: "?"

"I shouldn't arbitrarily add my own experience to you."

After you realized your mistake, you apologized decisively: "Normally, you can naturally understand the allusions of those words later in the study, so I didn't expect you to notice them at the beginning."

You look at a blank primary textbook, then look at the basic content that has been read over and over again, and say: "You can do it at your own pace."

The strange thing is that Kuroro didn't answer your question, but thoughtfully put the tip of his pen against his chin and muttered to himself.

"Being in a better position to apologize for such nonsense is totally different from other adults..."

Suddenly, Kuroro rolled his eyes and met your gaze.

"You're not from Meteor Street, are you?"

He said this with a firm tone.

You have nothing to dare to admit: "That's right..."

The maids in the house knew the identity of this body, "Not only that, I was originally a commodity that Luska brought back from outside."

Kuroro opened his eyes slightly in surprise: "Commodity? Impossible."

As soon as he finished speaking, he interrupted himself again: "No, it's possible."

Covering his lips with his right hand, he said in a deep voice, "If you deliberately hid your identity and sneaked in to kill Luska."

You froze for a moment, with a delicate expression: "Let's just treat it like this."

Kuroro is very sure of his guess, but he has doubts about another thing: "Since you have achieved your goal, why didn't you leave Meteor Street afterwards, but stayed instead?"

"how to say."

You turned your head to look at the oil painting hanging on the wall, and thought of the curse in your body, you laughed helplessly, "Is there a reason for it?"

"yes……"

He pondered for a few seconds, looked away, lowered his head and continued to read.

After dinner in the evening, the two children went back to their own rooms, and you called the maid to ask about the situation: "Is it still like this these days?"

The maid nodded worriedly: "Yes, Miss Lucia."

She sighed softly, "The kid named Kuroro barely sleeps and reads all night, so we don't dare to persuade him."

You are not afraid of Kuroro, but the maids are a little afraid of him.

For them, the cold Madge is easier to get along with than the smiling Kuroro, who will give them a dangerous feeling.

You nodded and said, "I see, thank you for your hard work."

A few hours later, at two o'clock in the morning.

You walked out of the bedroom with light steps, and clearly saw a soft desk lamp lit in the study place, and Kurolo was sitting at the desk.

"Krollo..."

The figure with your back facing you froze, and slowly turned your face. You stood at the door and hooked your fingers at him: "Come out, let's practice against each other."

You knew about this some time ago, but when the two children came here not long ago, you thought he was willing to sleep because he was not vigilant, and thought that it would be better after a while, but who would have thought that he would not change at all.

When you go to bed at night, you will take back the Margot land, so the training ground is extremely empty at this moment, the night wind cuts the skin cold, and the air is mixed with the smell of Gobi desert and dust.

"Since you can't sleep, let's play two games."

"Can……"

Kuroro bowed his waist, observed your position through the hazy moonlight, then bent his knees, and rushed towards you, with a ray of silver light hidden in his cuff.

During the day, he successfully cut through your sleeve with a dagger, so now you are using a higher level of speed and strength than during the day, easily blocking his attack, and at the same time flying the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

There was a soft clang.

The sharp dagger arced across the air.

The boy immediately backhanded and tried to grab your wrist, and after a miss, he quickly bent over and retreated, but you threw him directly onto the cushion in the corner.

In the blink of an eye, he bounced up abruptly, narrowly dodging your attack of hitting the original position with a punch, and tried to jump away with the power under his feet, but you grabbed his ankle in mid-air and threw it to the other side with his backhand.

Go back and forth like this a dozen times.

Kuroro finally panted and lay on his back directly on the cushion.

You walked over slowly, squatted down and looked at him: "Don't want to sleep?"

The silver light poured down through the thin clouds and landed on Kuroro's face. His smooth forehead was covered with sweat, his hair was slightly wet, his eyes were wide open, and gray shadows floated under his eye sockets.

You said unhurriedly: "The dark circles under your eyes have fallen all over your face."

Then he pointed to the shadows under his eyes.

Kuroro opened his mouth and panted heavily, and said slowly after a few seconds: "I will sleep. It's just that the time is different from yours."

"What do you call sleeping for 10 minutes every few hours?" You stared at him amusedly, "Where did you hear that?"

"As long as it works, this level of rest is enough for me." Kurollo said, "I can't sleep in the normal way, and I used to."

Although he didn't say why he couldn't sleep, you can probably guess.

It is nothing more than being very defensive and insecure about the surrounding environment, and the slightest disturbance will make him instantly alert.

You tilted your head and said to him calmly: "Just now is enough."

Kuroro frowned puzzled, and you continued to explain: "Because your current body has not yet started to formally develop, the follow-up problems of lack of sleep will erupt after development, and even affect training."

If you say it affects the body, he will definitely not take it to heart;

But if you talk to him about impacting training, that's a big deal.

Obviously, Kurolo listened: "Is that so..."

He frowned imperceptibly, looking a little annoyed.

You tapped the ground lightly to attract his attention: "The room between you and Ma Qi is the farthest from the exit. If someone breaks in, they will pass through my room first, and it has nothing to do with you."

the most important is--

"You can't run away from me, and you can't beat me either."

You bluntly address the center of the problem: "If someone stronger than me breaks in, do you think you can escape as long as you wake up?"

There was an eerie silence.

Kuroro's breathing gradually calmed down, and the melting brilliance flowed in his eyes, making those pupils look more like inorganic glass beads. After strenuous exercise, the slightly hoarse boyish voice sounded slowly.

"But sobriety has an even bigger advantage," he said.

"Strength is the premise, and you can't talk about the advantage now."

You said helplessly: "And if that kind of situation really happens, the movement of the battle must be very noisy, and it is impossible not to wake up at that time."

You stood up and stretched out your right hand to him: "Get up. Go to sleep."

He stared at your hand, and when he raised his hand and was about to touch you, he suddenly swayed, and the other hand quickly grabbed your shoulder, but you dodged to dodge him, and then pressed him on the cushion with a thud.

"See, even a sneak attack won't work."

You twisted the boy's arm instead, restraining his movement, "Besides, your movements are not fast enough, I can see clearly."

The dark shattered hair poured down from the boy's ears, a tense expression appeared in the gap, and the profile of his face was tightly pressed against the dark green cushion.

"If you really can't fall asleep, I can knock you out and let you wake up the next morning. Doesn't it sound good?"

"unnecessary……"

You let go of his hand, and the little boy turned over and lay on his back on the cushion, staring at the moon hidden in the clouds, raised his hand, covered the back of his hand in front of his eyes, and grumbled reluctantly.

"so troublesome……"

Then he turned over and jumped up, patted the dust off his body, turned around and walked into the room, you purposely raised your voice and said to him: "Good night..."

The boy paused, looked back at you, and continued walking inside.

You raised your eyebrows slightly: "Say good night."

There was a hint of threat in his tone.

Kurolo: "..."

Turning around to look at you blankly: "Oh. Good night."

You put your face on your face and burst out laughing.