[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

"Teacher Atar," a childish voice sounded, making the person whose name was called think that he heard it wrong and had hallucinations, "What did you learn in today's archery class?"

Atal opened his eyes, suspecting that he had another unbelievable dream.

Although it has been a while since the matter was resolved, Atar still has an unreal feeling, always thinking that those things in the dark shadows will appear in his life again...

After all, trouble always follows.

The only thing that proves that things are really settled is that he no longer has those weird dreams.

but……

What Atal encountered before him could be classified as the previous category, but it was not dangerous.

Because he found himself surrounded by a bunch of children, everyone looked up and blinked at him with those lovely big eyes, with longing and admiring light, as if looking at an older idol in life, if If sight could speak, they must be chirping like a flock of ducklings.

Atal: "..."

If this group of children is not the juvenile form of people he knows, this is still a very warm picture.

He closed his eyes feeling quite horrible, because from the facial features of this group of children, he could vaguely recognize their identities.

Connor, Roy, Lionel, Chris, Dick...

Even his new boyfriend Jason.

All turned into real children whose height only reached his waist.

And Atal himself seems to have become the teacher of this group of cubs, even teaching them bow and arrow lessons.

The person who spoke just now was the young version of Connor. His eyelashes were long and his cheeks were unnaturally pale. When Atar looked over, he even coughed a few times, covering his lips with his small hand. Peek at Atal's reaction with his eyes.

The latter was startled, and quickly squatted down, putting his hands on Connor's shoulders.

Roy hurriedly took out something from his pocket, handed over a small handkerchief, and looked at his brother worriedly with a frown.

"What's wrong with you, Connor?" Roy asked, grabbing a handkerchief to help him wipe the water stains from his mouth.

Connor pushed him away, but Roy squeezed over and looked at him seriously. Connor reluctantly said, "...it's okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed heart-piercingly again, his small body bent like a willow that was about to break.

The remaining children surrounded them in a daze, and Connor stretched out his little hand to grab the corner of Atal's clothes and clenched it tightly.

"...Teacher, he can't go to class." The blond-haired Chris had a small face, like a little adult, "He must rest."

Dick's voice was lilting like a little bird's, and he chirped, "I second!—"

"Are you pretending?" little Jason said suddenly.

Jason put his eyes on the place where they touched, curled his lips, looked quite unhappy, and sneered a little.

On the other hand, Connor ignored the other person's eyes, but his cheeks seemed to be even paler. He looked at Atar with some anxiety, as if he was frightened by Jason's tone.

"...It's okay, Connor," Atal immediately reassured, then looked at Jason, frowning, "Don't say that."

One is a relative, and the other is a new boyfriend.

How to put it, after getting along with Jason for a while, Atal was a little bit "increasing", so in this case, he chose Connor.

And the five or six-year-old Jason seemed a little surprised by his words. He looked at Atal incredulously, and raised his voice: "I'm just telling the truth!"

Beside Attar, Connor smiled slightly at Jason, then quickly restrained his smile and returned to his expressionless face.

This scene was very quick, probably only Jason saw it.

Roy stared at the two of them for a while, took everything into his eyes, rolled his eyes, and smiled slyly.

He leaned close to Connor's ear, put his little hand to his mouth and whispered a few whispers between brothers, and Connor nodded to him with his lips drawn.

"Xiaojie, you were sick last week, and the teacher took care of you." Roy cleared his throat, and said to the other friends, "In this case, the teacher should also take care of our Connor, it's more fair, isn't it? ah?"

He pushed Dick's shoulder. The latter was busy playing with Superman figurines, and he froze for a moment: "Well, yes, Roy, you are right."

Although Chris has seen through everything, he is obviously interested in Jason's deflation.

After all, he and Damian are good friends, and he pulled Lionel, who was staring longingly at the Superman figurine in Dick's hand: "We, Kent, feel the same way... next time the teacher will take care of us too .”

Lionel didn't hear what he said at all, just nodded perfunctorily and continued to stare at Dick.

Six-year-old Roy hugged Attar's arm and rubbed it back and forth like a coquettish kitten, which made it impossible to refuse: "So, teacher, you can take a nap with Connor, our class can be done at night. A little bit, okay?"

"You want evening classes, right?" Atar said jokingly, scratching the tip of the child's nose.

Roy flinched shyly.

Whether in reality or in a dream, Roy is obviously the one who can talk the most and can poke at Atal's softness.

"Ahem." Connor coughed again, "..."

Atal hugged him distressedly. For him, the weight of a five-year-old child was not a problem at all.

And Connor's small arms wrapped around Atar's neck very naturally, bringing a sense of dampness and heat that only children can have, and his skin is soft and has a milky fragrance.

Connor rested his chin on Atar's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Afterwards, Roy secretly made an "OK" gesture to Connor.

Jason threw away the Batman doll in his hand, it hit Atar's calf, then glared at him, turned around and ran out of his sight decisively.

"Jason..." Atal was taken aback.

But Connor tightened the arms around his neck.

Atal had no choice but to suppress the urge to chase the other party, hugged Connor and walked along the most possible direction, entered the room, put the other party on the small bed, and covered the quilt.

"..."

Connor didn't close his eyes, except his head was exposed, his body was tucked under the quilt, and a pair of round blue eyes stared at Atar.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Atal moved a small stool and sat beside Connor's bed.

"What's the matter?" He stretched out his hand and gently touched Connor's forehead, helping him gently brush aside the shattered hair that covered his eyes.

And Connor was still staring at him intently.

"Can't sleep?" Atar asked, "Is it because you feel unwell?"

He finally understood how Connor felt when he was taking care of him, always worrying that he didn't notice something that made him feel uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, but actually, I'm not as serious as I make it out to be."

Connor said suddenly, turning his face away, the hair he had just trimmed fell to one side.

Atar was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "I know, but you are indeed a little sick."

"I'm just a little angry," Connor said. He pulled up the small cup abruptly, covered his head, and hid himself under the blanket, his voice muffled. "You seem to care more about Jason. Roy and I just I'm a little unhappy, so I lied, and I want you to get closer to me."

"..."

Atal went to pull his quilt, but Connor stubbornly refused to let Atal see his face.

"It seems that you still like Jason more than you like me." Connor said dully, "After he ran away, you were absent-minded."

"...Connor, are you hiding and crying secretly?"

Connor lifted the quilt, his cheeks flushed, "—I didn't!"

"Okay, okay, no." Attar reassured, "Why do you think so? Jason and I...uh, we have a different relationship with you, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you guys anymore."

He swallowed the word boyfriend, but fortunately he didn't say it, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for Jason, who was only five or six years old in the dream.

Connor looked at him cautiously, as if trying to tell if he was lying, but Atar's attitude was quite calm, and he was not afraid that Connor would think he was lying.

Just kidding, he is not a love brain, how could he alienate his family because of Jason.

...Speaking of which, some time ago, Jason complained to him, saying that Atal didn't seem to like him as much as he liked him.

……

Well, Jason wouldn't say that, but Atar easily figured out what he wanted to express.

Before this, Atal never thought that the whole thing would become so complicated.

"Okay," Connor let go, he took his arm out of the quilt and lifted it up, "pull the hook."

Atal hooked him.

Then, Connor immediately withdrew his hand, turned his body sideways, turned his back to Atar, and grabbed the side face covered by the horn at the same time: "Go after him, I promise."

Atal laughed because Connor's performance was both angry and childish.

"Thanks." He said, stood up, and walked out the door.

Atar estimated Jason's position, and after walking in that direction for a short time, he saw an angry boy sitting on a tree.

...He didn't know how Jason got up there.

"Jason," he yelled towards the tree, "I'm here to apologize to you, for killing you just now."

"Don't apologize to others casually!" Jason said angrily, "Didn't you go to accompany Connor?"

"Naping with him." He said eccentrically.

"..." Well, it's the familiar Jason's character, "I just sent him back, and then I came to you."

Jason then looked down at Atal.

"really?"

"Really," Atal said frankly, "otherwise, how could I have come here so soon."

...he had a point.

Obviously, Jason also gradually believed.

But he didn't have any intention of getting close to Atal.

"I'm not a good boy..." Little Jason said angrily, "Even if I'm not this time, I will be in the future. You just trust Connor more, and you don't trust me, and you still attack me."

"..." Atal.

"How can you trust me?"

"Pull the hook." Jason thought for a while and said, "I still have to swear."

Atal said in his heart: No matter what, I can't live with the hook...

But it doesn't matter, after all, in reality, his promise to Jason is already heavy enough, and he can give countless.

Then fulfill them one by one, so that his insecure boy can open his heart a little, believing that there is indeed someone willing to love him like Mr. Darcy who loved Elizabeth.

Attar guessed that Jason's views on love must be conservative and stubborn, just like the works of Jane Austen on his bookshelf.

He looked at Jason on the tree and showed a bright smile: "Then, I promise you."

Jason was visibly moved.

But he still sat on the tree.

"Cough, I forgive you," he moved his eyes away, folded his arms, "...I don't want to come down now, you go first."

Atal got something instantly, because although Jason pretended to be relaxed, his calf was shaking.

I heard that sometimes it is difficult for a cat to climb a tree and come down——

"What are you laughing at!" Jason said angrily.

If you say it, you will be even angrier, right?Atal smirked.

His boyfriend is just as cute as ever, just like the heroine.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write a childish one, but I couldn't write orz

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