This is definitely not rebirth

Of course, the chrysanthemum whose stomach was pinched by the false uncle Taishi was sad again.

After drinking a bowl of miscellaneous broccoli soup with added ingredients, holding back tears, he didn't even dare to hum a word, would he tell you?

Under the watchful eyes of her friend, who couldn't tell whether it was caring or gloating, Chrysanthemum poured a glass of water and grinned forcefully: "This soup...is delicious."

It was the first time for the child to pick up food for someone other than Yan, and it was bitter gourd inside a slice of bitter gourd fried meat. The child's smile was as bright as the sun at noon in summer: "Eat more if you like it."

So bad, so bad!Chrysanthemum obediently swallowed the most hated bitter gourd since childhood.

Yan looked at the bitter gourd in the chrysanthemum bowl, and then at the meat in his own bowl, eating rice contentedly.

Damn, this time it's definitely gloating!Chrysanthemum hates to chew the bitter gourd like a tendon, which directly leads to the intimate contact between the teeth and the tongue, intertwining a sadomasochistic love full of blood and tears-biting the tongue or something, it really hurts.

"By the way, school will start in a few days, and your practice has also been reduced? Are there any activities?"

Yan stopped the action of grilling rice, glanced at the child whose cheeks were puffed up by eating rice, and thought to himself: so cute.

If the lunch box knew that his usual rough eating was labeled as cute, he would definitely try to eat slowly.

"It will be reduced, and I will go to the God of War Park in the city center with my lunch box." Then I will buy some new clothes.

Of course, no matter how heartless Yan was, he would not say the second part of the sentence. After all, children always hated shopping for clothes. If he said it clearly, he might be tied to the shuttle and dragged away.

"That's right, this baby will really become an otaku if he stays at home again." Chrysanthemum ate the braised pork, not forgetting to agree, saliva and rice sprayed in front of him, but fortunately it didn't spray on the dishes: " Let me lend you the shuttle, I'm going out with my dad recently, the shuttle is useless."

"Thank you." Yan didn't refuse, he vaguely knew that Chrysanthemum often went out with the teacher, occasionally because of small tasks obtained by some nepotism, and occasionally because she went home to visit her mother, she didn't need to drive the shuttle, and he just needed it.

"Don't thank me, let's be good buddies." Chrysanthemum showed her white teeth stained with vegetable crumbs to her friend, and buried her head in eating hard.

I heard that I was going to Zhanshen Park, and the lunch box already guessed that I would not be able to escape another round of clothes disaster. Thinking about how cute I have been selling for so long, a few more cheating clothes are not a big deal, not to mention that this baby has nothing but bad taste He has no other interests. He has already worked hard for the whole vacation, so he accepts the arrangement himself, as a way to relieve some pressure for this baby, and accept his fate.

After eating, expelling the chrysanthemums, washing the dishes, and taking a bath, the two of them went to bed as usual. Going to bed early and getting up early is a good habit.

The life is so ordinary, the lunch box still spends every day playing games, cooking, and training hard, and the lunch box occasionally follows the fighting class to see the fighting skills that have passed N+ years.After a round of observation, he found that the improved fighting skills are now more suitable for killing people, but at the same time, this group of children who have not killed people use the improved fighting skills very badly.Except for a few who are well-organized, very few can truly be flexible and protect themselves by killing the enemy.

You must know that mecha masters don't use much fighting skills, but they must understand what fighting is all about, so that they can master it when driving mechas and become an excellent mecha master.

But this can't just stop at understanding. Fighting skills can not only be used to strengthen the body and even enhance the combat effectiveness of the mecha, but sometimes it can even become a life-saving straw.Thinking about a certain battle that year, he has forgotten the exact time. At that time, he chased and beat a fierce enemy general on the battlefield, and finally got away from the battlefield and even forced him to land on a strange planet. If he couldn't use it, he used his fighting skills to kill the enemy there, and then hid, killing a few waves of enemy troops who came to search and rescue, and waited for the rescue of friendly troops.

And the teacher who taught these students fighting skills obviously thought so too.I saw him watching for a long while, not only was there no trace of satisfaction on his face, he even had the urge to jump into the arena and beat the group of soft-legged shrimps to the ground.But this is just a student after all, in order to suppress this evil thought, he could only focus on it, and then he noticed that the little Zhengtai beside him, those big blue eyes were always staring at the fighting arena, he couldn't help but Molesting words: "What? Want to learn fighting skills? Swipe two punches and see? See if you can be better than these rubbish?"

The professor, who was waiting for the child to be played to his fullest, was destined to be disappointed, because the soft, white and stupid little bun stared at him in shock, his eyes were a bit too big.He couldn't help being surprised, and thought to himself: Could this be a girl?Molesting yourself wrong?Look at this height, this body, this face, it looks like it.

Then the child said with a serious and serious expression: "Uncle, the teacher said that fighting is wrong, and you still teach everyone how to fight. It's really bad."

"...I'm sorry." In front of innocent children, the professor chose to admit his mistake solemnly, instead of arguing with a little girl about the necessity of fighting.

"Since uncle is actively admitting his mistake, then I will reluctantly accept it."

Seeing the child's expression of "I'm forgiving you", the roaring horse in the professor's heart is crazily facing the waves and making a mess in the convulsions. He made a simple gesture to let the students who were fighting to rest, and turned back to the lounge to have a cup of tea. Eat a bun and calm down.

It was rare to have a chance to rest. The students didn't care about their appearance, and many of them collapsed on the spot and gasped hard. Yan supported his knees with his hands, and the black hair braids tied up for the convenience of fighting hung down his shoulders, already wet with sweat.He took a breath and left his opponent, walking towards the child.

"Tired? Let's go back." After all, in order to train fighters, this fighting arena is simulating the scorching sun and extremely high temperature. Yan is worried that the child will not be able to bear it.

The lunch box took out the portable refrigerator like magic, opened it and took out two homemade popsicles: "Brother, here it is your favorite strawberry flavor. I heard Brother Chrysanthemum said that you have worked hard in training. Come and eat."

"..." Yan looked into the child's sincere eyes, and silently took it, so the elder and the younger ate popsicles by the fighting arena, and the hatred was well established.

Of course, besides envious and jealous eyes, there are others, like Wu Hope, there is no envy or jealousy at all, but an expression like a cat smelling fishy smell, the lunch box guessed that Hope Comrade will come over soon, and sure enough, before the ten-second countdown is over, Wu Wangwang walked over directly, with a Long Wen hanging behind him.

The lunch box wanted to say, son of the Long family, Wen Wazi, your eyes are about to show knives, but he didn't say anything, just continued to lick the popsicle innocently.

"This kid is so kind to you." Wu hoped to glance at the lunch box and said with admiration.

It's such a good move, the lunch box is going to applaud Wu Hope, this baby's ability to talk about love is much better than fighting skills, it is absolutely leveraged.

"Well, he's a good boy." Yan may not be interested in other topics, but it is related to his small lunch box, so naturally he will not be perfunctory.

Wu hoped to see something interesting, so he hit the snake and put it on the stick: "This popsicle, did he make it himself?"

Yan nodded, took another bite of the ice, it was cool and sweet, and suddenly felt that the temperature is not so high, and the sun is not so poisonous, he responded softly: "Well, the lunch box has always been very powerful."

Before Wu hoped to flatter him, the proud son of the Long family smashed his armor when he heard Wazi's opening, and it was his teammate's armor that was broken: "Hmph, why don't you just break a popsicle, make some juice ice, and even this IQ is not enough!" Say amazing? That's right, it happens to be on par with you."

"..."

As soon as the king of the cold field comes out, who will fight for the front.

The lunch box laughed internally, he had already seen a certain Tongzi named Hope but unfortunately surnamed Wu, the undercurrent was turbulent hidden under the calm waters, he really didn't try to provoke them, they were all killing each other.

Yan looked at the popsicle in his hand, and slowly stood up straight, his eyes collided with strange-colored pupils and black pupils full of sarcasm, and immediately the kitchen knife cut the wires, sparks and lightning.Ice and fire collided and interweaved to form a tornado, and everywhere they passed was devastated.

Yan said: "Lunch box is the IQ of making popsicles, you don't have it." In other words, you don't even have this IQ.

With a deep, wise and philosophical sentence, the lunch box secretly applauded, but the expressions of disappointment and surprise changed on his face, silently interpreting the complex emotional changes of a young child who was instantly healed after being injured.He felt that he could win the highest film and television award of this year - the Golden Bull Award, and he deserved the Best Actor award.

"You!" Long Wen couldn't stand it, he always said why others either agree or bow their heads to admit it, but this bastard bastard who is not a fart dares to directly shake his face? !Long Wen felt that his middle school soul had been severely hurt, and tremblingly exploded SEED: "You insulted me, let's fight, you die or I die."

A murder caused by a popsicle.

The lunch box was a little surprised, and what was even more surprising was that Yan accepted it. What surprised him the most was that no one stopped him, as if this life-and-death duel was legal.He really didn't expect to let Yan fight that proud son for a popsicle, and if he wins, the whole Long family will cause trouble, and if he loses, he will either die or be injured, which is really a loss.

How to do it?The thing that normal kids can't solve is of course to find a helper.

So Wu hoped to feel the trousers being pulled, he lowered his head, his blond hair poured down on both sides with this movement, his blue eyes were fixed on the child's emerald green eyes, those eyes were full of water, looked very worried and frightened, more like he was Telling something, so helpless, like a frightened little animal.

Wu hoped to be silent, and was irritable. Long Wen repeated bad things again and again, and even wanted Yan's life, but this time he was really helpless.He held the child in his arms, and put his far-reaching gaze on the two opposing people in the fighting arena. People automatically left an open space for the two to fight.

He explained: "This is a duel with glory on the line. Others can't stop it. They must be willing to admit each other's point of view, or they will die. Witness the faith with victory, defend the truth with death... This is the tradition left by the God of War. , I can't stop it."

"..." The lunch box was really powerless to vomit, he wanted to grab the collar of the blond emperor who was holding him in his arms and shake it vigorously, growl, and spit on the emperor's face—your sister's god of war, that's fake, you My sister's real God of War is now telling you that your sister's stupid duel for a popsicle is so stupid that you can't even do it with two stupid donkeys. Now, immediately, stop this boring duel for me, and use a beautiful girl as a bet!

But he can't, he doesn't want to be arrested and sent to a psychiatric department.

"Put me down." The lunch box asked calmly.

Wu Hope only felt a chill crawling up his spine, and his brain ached, so he really put the child down.

So the child rushed towards the two who were confronting each other but hadn't started to fight.

"Don't quarrel because of me!!!!" Accompanied by the shrill and emotional shouts, the little man with curly hair, who is less than one meter tall, rushed towards Long Wen, squatted down slightly before jumping up, Up a top.

Hiss—everyone's chrysanthemums tightened.

Long Wen fell down and covered an awkward part, his face turned blue, and he silently...rolled over.

Xiao Lunchbox was shocked in disbelief, backed up, backed up again, moved continuously and threw himself into Yan's arms, trembling, and leaked out of Yan's arms with a crying voice.

"Hey~~~Brother, the little lunch box is so scary. The teacher said that those who masturbate in public are bad people, and I want to find the interstellar police to arrest and go to jail."

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Zhongmo: What should I say?Is the unintentional cruelty of a child really scary?