Turned into a nemesis cat again

[Abandon the filth without growing strong, why not change this.Take a gallop and gallop, come to my Taoist first! (Note ①)】

The man has been silent for a long time while looking at the ancient poetry book. A group of children were impatient and couldn't help but poke their heads to look, chattering and chattering non-stop.

"What happened?"

"Mask—the one who agreed to choose the name for us, don't desert!"

The man came back to his senses, and pressed the little radish heads in front of him one after another: "Okay, okay, they are all blocking the books, how can I help you choose?"

The children curled their lips and reluctantly stepped aside.

Except for one.

Looking at Xiao Shen Chi who was sticking to his side, the man smiled: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Shen Chi hesitated for a moment, looking a little embarrassed, mustered up his courage, and pointed to the two words that made the man fascinated: "What do you mean by the above?"

The child who had always been impatient with reading suddenly asked about the meaning of his poems. The man was a little surprised and rubbed his head: "Are you interested?"

"Hmm." Xiao Shen Chi rubbed the hem of his clothes, and said nothing.

The little friend next to him mercilessly exposed him: "What interests does he have? Every time he reads a book, he sleeps the most. Any class that has anything to do with culture is the fastest to escape..."

His voice stopped abruptly because Shen Chi glanced at him.

Obviously there was no expression on that small face, but it made people feel as if they had fallen into a cold abyss, and the blood in their whole body was frozen.

Everyone was watching him, the little friend swallowed, hid behind the person next to him, and said bravely: "Bao, bullying people based on their genetic level, what a hero."

The mask shook his head and rubbed Xiao Shen Chi's hair, with a smile in his eyes, not like a reprimand: "The meaning of this sentence is: since you have the conditions, why don't you get rid of those bad things, Ride on the Maxima and go galloping, let me lead the way."

"What is a horse?"

"In the ancient earth, it was a creature that was good at running. It was tamed by people and used as a means of transportation, just like our current suspended cars."

The little radishheads all yelled, but still didn't understand.

The masked man laughed, took out the card, carved a character Chi with a laser knife, marked it with phonetic symbols, and put it into the pile of cards in front of him.

Little Shen Chi stretched out his hand, trying to take the card, but was snatched away first.

The child read the words above and raised his head: "Chi? Mask, what does Chi mean?"

"The literal meaning is to run."

"That's what it means." Throwing it back into the pile of cards was quite disdainful.

"What's so good about this word?"

"Yes, yes, the other words you picked for us either symbolize beauty or excellence, which are much better than this."

The masked man turned a page: "Although there is nothing special in the original meaning, after galloping, the group of words can imply: be free, unrestrained and happy, and run to your heart's content. If you can meet this standard in your future life, then I will be relieved." .”

The most important thing is that in this line of the poem, this word sounds better when it is used as a name.

"Oh..." The little carrot heads nodded half-understanding.

The masked man closed the book, stretched his waist, and stood up: "There are so many words that you can make random combinations, choose yourself."

"What about the surname, what should I choose as the surname?"

"Of course, pick one that matches the name." The mask said, "The most important thing is that it sounds good."

"Mask, what's your last name?" A child asked what everyone wanted to ask.

Xiao Shenchi's eyes flickered, and his hand rubbing the hem of his clothes unconsciously increased his strength.

"My surname is of no reference value." The mask smiled.

"Tell me."

"Yes, let's talk."

"It's been so long and I still don't know your name!"

There was nothing he could do about being quarreled by the little radish heads, the mask rubbed the corner of his forehead, glanced at a surname at random from the corner of his eyes, coughed lightly, and said in a serious manner: "My surname is Shen."

"Ah, is your surname Shen?"

"What a common surname."

"Yeah, I thought the surname would be 'Dongfang', 'Murong', 'Jun'."

I'm really sorry that I couldn't round up your guess.

The mask looked funny: "We are all creatures, we don't have families or family members by blood. It doesn't matter what our surname is, what matters is that it matches our first name. For example, the one I just mentioned, Shen Chi, is a good name when you pronounce it. .”

Little Shen Chi raised his head in an instant, his eyes were bright, as if there were stars hidden in them.

"The next thing is your time. Let me know after discussing it. There is one more point, the most important point."

The masked man emphasized seriously: "No, Xu, too, too much."

"Yes—" He agreed very obediently.

As soon as the masked man stepped out of the iron furnace factory, the pot exploded behind him.

Animalization, steelization and mechanization, fireballs, ice picks and wind blades, the little creatures used their abilities to fight for their names. For a while, the iron furnace factory was full of chaos and excitement.

During the stalemate, a fist wind broke through the heavy attacks and landed on the ground. The strong fluctuations directly shook the surrounding creations more than ten meters away. Little Shen Chi was still obedient and deliberately suppressed his own strength.

There was a dead silence in the iron furnace room.

After a long time, someone said tremblingly: "You, you have evolved again? How is it possible—"

The coercion brought by the genetic level was strong and unshakable, Xiao Shen Chi didn't answer, and just a look made the questioner prostrate on the ground again.

He stood in the terrified sight of the little creatures, with an imposing manner that could not be ignored, like a king walking towards his throne, walking to the pile of cards step by step.

In case these little creations are not serious enough to directly damage the card, the mask has also specially selected a sufficiently hard alloy material.

Little Shen Chi picked out the two cards. The smooth alloy cards faced the light, reflecting the extreme coldness in the eyes of the boy in black.

Although the mask said in advance that the name can be repeated, but——

"Shen can only be my surname, and Chi can only be used by me." Little Shen Chi looked around, "Any comments?"

Everything the man said was good, everything the man liked.

He just wants to have it all to himself.

The coercion released by little Shen Chi spread all the way to the outside of the iron furnace factory. The little boy touched his arm and couldn't help shivering.

The masked man stood beside him, just raised his eyebrows, the coercion on the young boy dissipated like a breeze, and there was no trace left.

The coercion was so heavy that it was hard to breathe. The little boy was still terrified, but still felt cold. He glared at the calm masked man: "Don't you care?"

"Compared to making a move at the slightest disagreement, I'm much more at ease just putting coercion on." The masked man tilted his head and smiled, "Don't you think he's improved a lot?"

The young boy rolled his eyes: "Sooner or later, you're going to spoil a dude."

The masked man laughed and rubbed his hair vigorously: "I, I don't have the ability to pamper a dandy, but it's almost enough to pamper an elegant and noble young master."

There was something in the masked man's laughter, the young boy held the book in his hands tightly, turned his head, hummed, and blushed thoroughly.

"I said, Satan." The masked man withdrew his hand, "Why don't you go in and pick a name?"

"Do I still need it?" The little boy shook his legs, "If they can successfully survive the mature genetic riot, they can get their own name-you use this method to increase their sense of belonging to the world , to increase their desire to survive. "

"But I'm different. I know how terrifying the genetic riot is. Just having a name or something can't comfort me."

The masked man was silent for a while, and patted him on the shoulder: "Then you can choose one, anyway, it doesn't take much trouble."

"I'm not used to using Zhong's name." The young boy muttered.

"That can't be helped, I will only mention Zhongshi."

"Not doing too well."

"It's their choice anyway."

"Irresponsible."

"Well, thanks for the compliment?"

The little boy rolled his eyes again, and successfully provoked the masked man to laugh and rub his head.

"And compared to me, you should worry about another person." The little boy said, "The stronger the gene, the more terrifying the backlash he will receive at maturity... Has he completed another evolution recently? "

The masked man fell silent again. After a while, he looked up at the sky and sighed heavily.

"Do you think he can live past maturity?"

"Maybe." The masked man crossed his arms and covered his face with his hands, "I'm not sure either."

The young boy thought for a while and said, "I have a way to make him survive."

"Huh? What way."

"Just tell him that if he gets past his maturity, you promise to tell him a bedtime story alone, with a goodnight kiss as a bonus."

Masked man: "..."

He gave the little boy a steel coin on his forehead: "It's already this time, and I'm still joking."

The young boy covered his forehead, and looked over with dead fish eyes: "I'm not kidding, if you don't believe me, try it, that kid looks at you every time he looks like a god of Rumo, if you give him an extra reward, he will probably be very happy to find it." Not going north."

The masked man rubbed his forehead, still feeling unreal: "What does that have to do with bedtime stories and goodnight kisses?"

"He made that wish last Christmas."

"Don't want a training robot?"

"This is the second one. The first time he wrote was a bedtime story and a good night kiss, and he noted that there were only you and him. He quickly tore it up before he finished writing it. Fortunately, my detective bee can Playback monitoring."

"Satan." The masked man sighed: "How many times have I told you, don't try to spy on the privacy of your companions."

The little boy smiled, showing eight white and beautiful teeth: "I learned from you."

Masked man: "..."

"Mask, mask—"

There was a cheering sound from a distance, the masked man looked over, and opened his hands to catch the boy in black who rushed over.

"Have you figured out a name?"

The boy in black looked at the gentle eyebrows of the masked man, and for a moment he twisted again, and stammered: "Think about it, think about it."

"what is it call?"

"...Shen Chi." It was as quiet as a mosquito's voice, and she was extremely shy.

Thinking of what he said casually, and looking at the boy in black with hopeful eyes in front of him, the masked man froze for a moment.

—He looks at you like a god.

The masked man suddenly understood what the boy said.

"What's the matter..." The masked man didn't speak, and the black-clothed boy became nervous, "Is my name bad?"

"No, that's a good name for you." The masked man squatted down, rubbed his hair, and looked at the boy in black. "Do you still remember how to be eligible for the name?"

"Yes, I know." The boy in black nodded solemnly, "Successfully passed the maturity stage."

"Yes, only people who have passed the mature stage can have a name." The masked man smiled, "You have to work hard, don't let this name be taken away."

"..."

The masked man thought he just said a very ordinary sentence, but he didn't expect that he almost triggered this unstable body bomb|bomb again.

"No one will take it away."

The black-clothed boy raised his eyes, paused every word, and the blackness and fury almost condensed inside: "No one can do it."

Masked man: "..."

Under the coercion, the young boy almost turned into a sieve. He glared at the instigator who asked him for help, saying that faith is poison, which has invaded the person's internal organs, and there is no cure for it.

The masked man helplessly patted the black-clothed boy on the back, the other party reacted, and quickly put away the coercion that was about to swell, uneasy like a child who did something wrong, bit his lips and said: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, little fool." The masked man pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's not your fault, why do you apologize?"

I always feel that there may be something wrong with my education method, but as long as I can survive the maturity period, anything is fine.

The pinched place seemed to be extremely hot, and the face of the boy in black turned red again.

"Well, if you can make it through, I have another reward." The masked man said, "A bedtime story just for you, and a goodnight kiss."

"..."

The boy in black stared blankly at the masked man, and there was a loud explosion in the air, his ears were so red, layers of mushroom clouds shot straight up from the boy in black's head.

The whole person is almost ripe.

"How about it, do you want to?" The masked man was still smiling.

"I..." The boy in black swallowed, "I am willing."

"Why is the voice so low?"

The boy in black hugged the masked man violently, the light in his eyes could even illuminate the entire night.

"I-will-will!"