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If there is an accident in the residence, you will know when you go back and have a look.

Standing on the uneven road, you can already see the slightly lower huts in the distance.

From a distance from the outside, no change can be seen.

The orange-haired boy jumped onto the low wall by the side of the road,

"Chuya, are you busy today?"

"well enough."

Although there are many things about sheep every day, almost all of them are small things that are easy to solve.

"I'm fine too." Saitama didn't continue talking when he noticed that the boy who lived with him looked very absent-minded.

The little boy who was locked up in the orphanage, until he found a solution, he could only be locked up by heavy chains, tortured by madness and depression, covered his cowardice with hatred, and used hatred as the motivation to live.

He was in too much pain, and he was still so young, so he shouldn't have endured so many difficulties prematurely.

The two teenagers had their own thoughts in their hearts, and neither of them was in a hurry to return to their residence.

The sun was sinking, and a huge shadow enveloped the entire street.

Finally home.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood outside the door, "There may be something wrong with the sheep."

Hesitant to run away.

Saitama opened the door and fumbled for the light switch on the wall.

'Snapped'.

The light came on.

The orange-haired boy was completely depressed, he didn't leave, he didn't come in, like a gangster waiting for trial, life and death would be decided in an instant.

The cooking stove was completely fried.

It was so dark that it couldn't be seen what it was, it was carbonized and stuck to the blasted stove.

The walls should have been cleaned up, but the snow-white lime walls are not so easy to clean, and the patches on the top are black, which can still be seen from the tragedy at that time.

"When I bought the stove, I only thought it was affordable, and I didn't think much about the quality."

“The value for money is not good.”

"Zhongye, take the stove out and replace it with a new one."

This made the orange-haired boy at a loss, and became even more frustrated, "Saitama, I came back for lunch and heated it according to the steps."

Usually Saitama always uses the stove very well, and Nakahara Nakaya is not a kitchen killer, he can use the stove.

Only this time it exploded.

"It was just an accident," Saitama said.

"It was supposed to be replaced with a new one."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also comforted, "Deduct the new stove from my pocket money, squeeze out a little every day."

"Okay." Saitama agreed.

The dark stove was moved outside, waiting for the garbage truck to collect it.

The residence also has ovens, rice cookers and other electrical appliances that can be used.

Dinner is grilled fish, miso soup and rice.

It's just that the stove was pregnant, and it was inconvenient to boil water, and Qiyu didn't wash her hair.

"I will replace the stove with a new one tomorrow."

Before going to bed, Zhongyuan Zhong also made up his mind.

Saitama rarely slept so peacefully.

Obviously because I was very busy during the day, I didn't even spare enough time to exercise, and at night because the stove was broken, I couldn't wash my hair with vinegar treatment.

In this way, the hair should not fall out a lot, and it should be a very happy night without dreams.

But Saitama was dreaming.

I dreamed that when the moonlight shone on the little boy who was chained, his whole body would emit a dazzling white light.

He turned into a huge, majestic, irrational, and powerful white tiger.

Baihu's emotionless vertical pupil looked over accurately, and he seemed to see Saitama standing beside him.

"I can't beat a cat."

"He is too pitiful, I can't do it."

"So this is your ability."

A brutal and terrifying ability that cannot be controlled independently will only bring endless killing and destruction, but cannot protect anyone.

But he was pitiful, and Saitama knew it wasn't his intention.

It was not his own choice to be born as a supernatural being.

Qiyu narrowly dodged the paws of the white tiger, and heavy paw prints appeared on the hard stone slab.

"You're not a monster."

"Zhong should also be able to suppress you."

"Mr. Dazai can cancel the abilities you have unfolded."

It's just that they are not in a dream.

It would be nice if someone could dream.

But in fact, you can also wake yourself up, the dream will end, and you will not be in danger.

It's just that he didn't know that this was just his own dream, but that the little boy in the orphanage really broke free from the chain because of the unfolding of his supernatural powers, and started to wreak havoc.

"Chuya." Saitama murmured softly.

"Hey? Why are you bullying children?"

In the completely independent and indestructible dream space, a person suddenly came in lightly, and she easily hit the white tiger on the head, and just so easily knocked the white tiger down.

"Natsume?" Qiyu got up in a bit of embarrassment, and found that the girl in front of him looked familiar.

She also has brown hair and brown pupils. When she squints slightly to look at people, she looks a bit like a cat's eyes.

Although she was wearing a girl's uniform, her chest was as flat as Natsume's.

Is it Natsume women's clothing?

"Hush." ​​The girl raised a beautiful finger and softly 'shh'.

Saitama closed his mouth and looked at Baihu who was pinned down on his head and couldn't get up at all.

"Nei, are you a monster?" The girl was not at all afraid of the huge white tiger that was still struggling, she even looked around the severely damaged room and the thick chains that had broken free.

An angry roar was suppressed in Baihu's throat.

"Let's play boxing games. If I win, you have to tell me your name, okay?"

"Hey, I'll go out first."

The girl stretched out two thin fingers and pulled out a pair of scissors.

The huge tiger claws are fully stretched out, forming a round and furry bundle.

"Ha, you lost."

The moment of losing, the body of the huge white tiger gradually shrunk, turning into a dying young boy lying on the ground.

"Atsushi Nakajima."

"My name is Atsushi Nakajima."

said the little boy.

"You are a special monster."

The girl took out a piece of paper and a dry brush as if conjuring, and she pinched the barrel of the brush quickly, and water came out of it to soak the tip of the brush.

Residual ink makes the brush usable again.

"I can't write." The little boy was a little frustrated, and couldn't even fulfill his promise after failing.

He has been locked in a small secret room, and the chains around his body have been getting thicker and harder, and it is becoming more and more difficult to break free, and he even has very little time to be awake.

No chance to study at all.

"I'll teach you." The girl held the brush and wrote the words 'Atsushi Nakajima' on one side of the paper.

The paper was turned around and placed in front of the little boy, and the brush was also passed over.

He pinched the brush in a disorganized manner, without any strength to control, and wrote the three words he had just learned, which were very ugly.

'Atsushi Nakajima'.

his name.

"Ah, I'm leaving." The girl held the paper and looked at the little boy's unattractive handwriting, showing admiration, "It's the first time I've written like this very well."

"Help me keep it safe."

"Goodbye."

The girl put the paper in Saitama's palm, and left as lightly as when she came.

The little boy was lying on the ground, trying not to let himself fall asleep. He kept looking at the place where the girl left, stubborn and pitiful.

Qiyu stepped forward holding the paper, wanting to check the little boy's body.

wake up.

It was broad daylight, a few minutes later than Saitama usually woke up.

Saitama, who was lying under the quilt, opened his eyes and saw Nakahara Nakaya standing in front of the closet, rummaging for a change of clothes with grinning teeth.

he got hurt.

Saitama sat up abruptly.

The god with supernatural powers and the king of sheep with super powerful physical skills are almost never injured.

"Chuya." Saitama quickly got up, "You are injured."

The orange-haired boy froze, and quickly pulled his T-shirt, "No, no."

It's just funny, a strong person like him would never get hurt under normal circumstances.

"I saw it." Saitama pursed his lips and pointed at the boy's waist. The T-shirt was torn, and no matter how much he pulled it, he couldn't cover the bruises inside.

Zhongyuan Zhong is also very white, and it is usually not visible when it is not injured, but when it is injured, the wound will look very clear.

Saitama pulled back the boy's T-shirt and saw more bruises.

"Chuya, who hurt you?"

The ordinary boy frowned, lightly poked the boy's bruise, and gasped when he heard the boy's hiss.

"It's not a skin trauma, it should have been repeated many times, it's already very serious!"

"Chuya, did you meet your opponent when you went out at night?"

Saitama simply took the scissors and cut open the torn T-shirt. After seeing more large bruises, his face instantly became very ugly.

With such a serious injury, he couldn't even imagine what the cohabiting boy had gone through.

"It's okay." Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to cover up the bruises on his body, "It will be fine soon."

"It hurts." Qiyu dared not touch those bruises again.

He is a doctor, and the cohabiting teenagers cannot deceive him.

The t-shirt fragments were thrown on the ground, and Saitama reached into the closet, took out a very soft white shirt to help the boy put it on, and buttoned it loosely a few times.

"I haven't found it after searching for a long time." Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the whole wardrobe.

When I lived by myself, there were only a few sets of clothes in the closet, and I couldn't take them by mistake with my eyes closed.

But now the clothes inside have become piles of clothes, some are hung on hangers, and those are stacked and put in the sorting box. In the complicated Central Plains, I have been looking for suitable clothes for a long time in front of the wardrobe, but I can't find them.

"Obviously I cleaned the closet with you." The orange-haired boy felt a little stupid.

"It's just a coincidence for me." Saitama didn't intend to entangle him in the wardrobe issue.

"Last night, what happened."

"I would like to know."

"Chuya, don't hide it from me, okay?"

Such a serious injury cannot be concealed at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled up his sleeves a little, hung his head, and refused to speak.

"Go to the clinic." Saitama suddenly stood up.

He quickly changed his clothes, didn't even make the bed, and didn't plan to make breakfast.

"I'll be fine soon." Zhongyuan Zhong also tried to make the cohabiting teenager not pay attention to this matter, "Today I have to buy a new stove, should I go now or after get off work?"

"Go to the clinic." Saitama insisted.

"I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Go out and eat."

"I didn't make a lunch box either."

"Go out and eat."

All the reasons were considered and all were dismissed.

Qiyu suddenly looked back at the boy who was different from today. The white shirt was hanging loosely on his body, and the black casual trousers made his legs look thin and long. He was a more mature and beautiful boy than usual.

The author has something to say:

There is a private setting here: Mr. Saitama will kick repeatedly in his dreams, and the dream space is relatively independent.