Conan and I start the hell-level main line

"Naliang?" Although Natsume Xing had expected it in his heart, he still couldn't help being frightened when he actually heard it.

In other words, Naliang started teaching at the age of eleven? Does this count as child labor?

"Well, to be honest, I don't really want to believe it. When Naliang first transferred to our class as a child, he showed a maturity that ordinary people could hardly imagine. He was also quiet and unsociable. At that time, Gu Qi and I didn't know Naliang. We habitually rejected this weirdo who always liked to be alone."

"We didn't know him, and he didn't want to approach us. We lived like this for two years, and we couldn't even remember his name. He was invisible to the outside world, like air. I had planned to spend elementary school without any contact with him, until two years later..."

……

Seven years ago, it was Naliang, Gu Qi and Luo Yi were in fifth grade, and it was a weekend.

11-year-old Luo Yi hurriedly ran to the school. He was careless and forgot to take his pencil case after school yesterday. He locked the door when he studied at night, so he could only go somewhere today. I usually don’t go to study, so I don’t know if the security guard will let me in.

That's right, if you don't stay at home and play games on weekends, who would have nothing to do and go to school?

Luo Yi explained his purpose to the guard, and the guard opened the door with a smile. The guard was a little old and liked to joke with children. He got along well with the students here, and Luo Yi liked him too. Sometimes the guard would give some candies to the elementary school students after school. So when school was over, in addition to the parents who came to pick up their children and formed a corridor, the guard room was also a great spectacle.

Perhaps the guard knew that Luo Yi had lost his parents when he was young and had no home, so he took special care of Luo Yi. Luo Yi also liked to run to the guard room to act as a security guard after school, which made other students laugh. In the end, Gu Qi dragged him back. After all, they lived together. Luo Yi also thought that he should be embarrassed, but he really wanted it this way. It was not bad to be a security guard and protect the school.

Because, although he suffered a painful childhood due to the death of his parents and the decline of his family, at least he felt the warmth here, and the sunshine always warmed his heart and soothed his pain.

"Thank you, uncle. I'll be right out." At this time, Luo Yi had not yet lost his childishness. In our eyes, he was still a child in the fifth grade.

The guard said, "Well, normally no students would come back on weekends, but there is one student who is an exception. He comes here both days of the weekend. I don't know if he is studying or what. Anyway, he is usually alone and feels lonely."

Luo Yi became interested after hearing this, "Why don't I go take a look."

"Well, be friends with him. You can't always be alone in your life. That would be too pitiful."

"it is good."

Luo Yi smiled sweetly and nodded. The innocent boy might not know yet that he had already reached the turning point of his destiny.

His life took a different path.

Luo Yi came to the classroom, took his pencil case, and looked around. As expected, there would be no one there on weekends. The classroom was very quiet. The bright sunlight outside the window shone on Luo Yi, which was a bit dazzling. At this time, Luo Yi seemed to hear some movement outside the window.

When he got closer and looked down, he saw that there was a playground below the teaching building. It should be a basketball court. There were many trees around it. Luo Yi rubbed his eyes and looked over. There was indeed a person there.

Under a tree, an eleven-year-old boy was holding a wooden sword and gesturing by himself, lifting his feet, swinging the sword, and dancing, just like he was doing radio gymnastics.

Luo Yi carefully identified him and said, "Is it the person the security guard mentioned? Hey, why does he seem familiar?"

"It seems to be someone... What's the name of the person who transferred here two years ago... Nai... Never mind, I'll just go ask..."

Luo Yi went downstairs and came to the playground behind the teaching building. He hid behind the wall, observing Nailiang under a tree not far away. He watched him dancing with the sword as he pleased, just like in the martial arts novels in TV dramas. One look at him and the boy's passion and second nature would be ignited.

"Who's there?" Naliang noticed that there seemed to be someone on the path of the teaching building, who couldn't hide well, so he said.

"Ah... Haha, I've been discovered. It's me. Hello." Luo Yi walked out, feeling a little embarrassed and not knowing how to start. He had hardly spoken in the past two years. He really didn't know what Naliang liked or what kind of person he was.

Naliang looked at him warily, holding the wooden sword in his hand tighter, "Who are you?"

Luo Yi gestured, "You won't forget, right? We are in the same class. My name is Luo Yi, and I sit 4 rows to your left, 5 columns behind."

Naliang: "I don't know..."

Luo Yi: "Uh, forget it, it's good enough that you know my name. By the way, what's your name..."

"Nailiang, and since you know me, how come you don't know my name?" Nailiang looked at Luo Yi. An 11-year-old boy didn't know how to hide a lie. He looked like an extremely naive person.

"Ah..." Luo Yi was speechless for a moment, "But you transferred to our class, and you hardly communicated with us, nor did you play with us. How could we possibly get to know you?"

"Also, why don't you like playing with us? Last time, the teacher asked you to participate in the Children's Day performance, but you just didn't go. Why?"

"It's meaningless, why should we go?" Naliang narrowed his eyes, as if he found this person very interesting, and said, "As for you? We can't work together if we don't share the same ideals."

Looking back now, Naliang gives people a sense of maturity that is totally unmatched for his age. (I seriously suspect he took drugs/crossed out..)

"Uh, what does that mean..." Luo Yi, a fifth-grader, said he didn't understand at all. His puzzled look was hilarious. Classical Chinese is at least junior high school knowledge.

Naliang sighed. It was really hard to talk to a kid who knew nothing. It was boring. "Oh, forget it. He's just an ordinary person. Go back and don't bother me."

Naliang finished speaking and just turned around, Luo Yi ran in front of Naliang, blocked him, opened his arms, and looked like he would not give up.

"No, I don't want to go back. I want to see your sword." Luo Yi was also driven by childish curiosity. He had been thinking about the wooden sword in Naliang's hand since the beginning.

Naliang: "Oh~ What if I don't want to give it?"

Luo Yi: "Then at least let me see you play with this sword. As long as you are willing to let me play with it for a while, I promise not to disturb you."

"Interesting. Watch it if you want." Naliang no longer paid attention to him. The sword in his hand was spinning in his hand using his fingers. Of course, he was not very skilled and it fell down in a few seconds.

Naliang squatted down, picked up the sword, and silently recited a few words in his hands, like doing radio gymnastics, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four.

"Wow, so cool." Luo Yi's eyes lit up, and he began to like the sword more and more.

After the set of movements, Naliang felt a little tired. About half an hour later, Luo Yi hadn't left yet and was still looking at him with a pervert's eyes. Naliang's eyelids twitched.

"Can you let me play with it for a while?" Luo Yi came over and smiled. He was not Fat Tiger in Doraemon. He would grab the things no matter if he met someone he knew or not. After all, Gu Qi was from a rich family and had a tutor.

This was the fourth time he had said it. Naliang had asked twice in between and both times he had refused. Naliang glanced at this annoying guy and threw the wooden sword over.

Naliang: "Yes, I'll give you two minutes to see what tricks you can come up with."

"Oh, thank you." Luo Yi jumped up happily after receiving the sword, and excitedly imitated the martial arts movies he saw on TV, imitating all the strange and bizarre postures.

Then, he fell down with uncoordinated limbs, which made Naliang laugh. Luo Yi was not convinced and said with a pout.

"What's the big deal? It's better than the little chuunibaku who used a branch as a sword in the park last time."

Luo Yi stood up, raised his sword, and stretched out two fingers with his other hand. Here comes the child master!

"Look at me, Feng Qingyang, Dugu Goujian!" Luo Yi shouted, took a big step forward, and then tripped over a stone. . .

"Hahaha, I think it's Dugu wrestling. You believe what you see on TV. You don't have any basic skills, and you don't have any swordsmanship. What else can you do, haha." Naliang couldn't stop laughing. This guy must be a funny guy. He's really funny.

"I don't know how..." Luo Yi got up again and said with a pout. Suddenly, he thought of the drama on TV. Otherwise...

"Why don't you teach me?"

“Eh?...” Naliang did not refuse at once. Looking at his warm and earnest eyes, he did not know what to say.

This is basically the case with primary school students. As long as they are willing to interact a little, they may be able to find common ground and become friends.

Friends for many years.