Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

Shinjuku has opened a new amusement park with the theme of Masked Superman. Feng’s family has a business partner who is one of the investors in this project. When he learned that Akito is studying in Tokyo, he gave him several amusement park tickets. tickets.

While washing the dishes, Akito looked at the boy who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring intently at the Kamen Rider show on TV, turned around and called Yamada.

"Come pick me up tomorrow."

The person on the other end of the phone complained bitterly, "Master, I still have a date tomorrow! I'm 27 or [-], and my dad just called to urge me to get married. You must give me some time to exchange feelings."

"time."

"what?"

"You have an appointment with Miss Mari."

"...Nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Then you come to pick me up at eight o'clock, and I'll be there in half an hour. You can go to Miss Mari in time."

"No, it's too hasty. Is this a date or a rush?"

"In other words, is it time to raise the wages of employees?"

"It's only May, and it's still far away from the salary increase..."

The person on the other end of the phone chattered for a while, then suddenly paused, and then hesitantly spoke out after a few seconds.

"Is it really going up?"

"The coffee shop still has half a year to go up, but the driver's salary will go up next month."

Qiu Ren wiped his hands with a clean towel, leaned half on the edge of the marble cooking table, and looked at the young man in the living room who was staring at the TV intently, his eyes stretched out a gentle arc.

"I'll be here at seven o'clock tomorrow."

On the other end of the phone, I swear.

"It's eight o'clock, I can't get up at seven o'clock."

"okay!"

……

"Frozen."

Qiu Ren washed a plate of cherries and put them on the coffee table in front of him, and sat down on the sofa next to the boy.

Hearing Qiu Ren's voice, the young man's attention immediately shifted from the TV screen to the young man beside him, his light gray eyes were full of questions.

Qiuren didn't want to play around with him, so he took out the tickets from his pocket and put them on the coffee table.

"A new Kamen Rider-themed amusement park opened in Shinjuku, and it happens to be tomorrow weekend. Do you want to invite your...classmates to go together?"

The young man picked up a few paper tickets on the coffee table, spread them out one by one and stared at them, then raised his head to look at the young man next to him.

"There are more than 30 students in our class, and there are only six tickets here, not enough tickets."

Before Qiu Ren could open his mouth, the boy continued talking.

"My older sister told me that amusement parks are more fun if you go with people you have a good relationship with."

The Masked Rider on the TV was at the most exciting place, but the boy's attention was not attracted by the exciting music on the TV at all. He picked up two tickets on the coffee table, handed one to Qiuren, and the other Zhang held it in his hand and looked at the young man next to him seriously.

"I want to invite you to come."

Qiu Ren was stunned for a moment, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes covered by the glasses.

When he finished calling Yamada earlier, he called Takahashi again and asked him to arrange some people to look after him near the amusement park tomorrow.In a crowded place like an amusement park, it is extremely easy for criminals such as thieves, pickpockets and even human traffickers to mix in.

Although tomorrow is the weekend, but since the next Friday is the Ice Emperor's school celebration, the student union is naturally very busy, even if it is a weekend, they have to work overtime to plan the upcoming school celebration.

Qiu Ren looked up at the wall clock hanging on the wall. The hands of the clock just pointed to "8".

"Then I would like to thank you, young master, for your invitation."

……

Watching the young man enter the guest room next door that was transformed into a Japanese room, Qiu Ren looked back at the long list of documents sent by the vice president Matsukawa in the mailbox of his mobile phone, a rare hint of melancholy appeared between the handsome brows.

The next morning, Yamada looked through the rearview mirror at the young man sitting in the back seat who was yawning constantly, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and a gloating smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You are not as good as other children. Human children are so energetic, but you are an adult who yawns like you haven't slept well for hundreds of years."

Qiuren didn't fall asleep until after three o'clock in the morning, and his temples on both sides were jumping "chug chug" as if someone had tapped them with a small hammer.

It was the first time Yamada saw him like this. Even if Akito ignored him, he could still talk to himself in front of him. The sound told him to shut up, and suddenly a pair of hands stretched out beside him, covering his ears on both sides.

I don't know why, seeing the boy's light gray eyes, the previous symptoms of dizziness and tinnitus seemed to be cured suddenly, and disappeared in an instant.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that you really didn't hurt this kid in vain."

Yamada's voice, who was sitting in the driving seat, reached Akito's ears very clearly.

Qiu Ren still had a trace of sleepiness on his brows, and looked at the driver's seat with half-closed eyes, "I assume you have learned the idiom 'silence is golden' in your previous Mandarin class."

"..."

Yamada was suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

"I'll sleep first."

Qiu Ren yawned, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he squeezed out a few drops of normal saline solution. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids. A person who usually sleeps lightly sank into sleep instantly after saying this sentence. Dreamland.

Adhering to the principle of "silence is golden", Mr. Driver silently turned off the rock music in the stereo, and rolled up all the windows. The sound insulation effect of this car is surprisingly good. In the closed compartment, only listening I heard the slight breathing of the three people.

The boy turned his head and stared at the young man sitting next to him. This was the first time he had close contact with the sleeping face of the young man. Although he and the young man slept on the same bed once before, the young man turned off the light that time. Sleeping with his eyes closed, the young man woke up earlier than him the next day, so he didn't see the young man's sleeping face at all.The young man's skin was very fair, and the complexion on his face was even paler than his body, so the faint bruises at the corners of his eyes looked particularly obvious on this face.

After these days of "field investigation", the young man gradually understood and confirmed one thing.

This is probably not his original world.

This world has no personalities, no heroes, and no enemies.

In their world where more than [-]% of the total population has personalities, no personality is a kind of heterogeneous existence that will even be excluded and ridiculed.

But in this world, personality, which is similar to superpowers, only exists in novels and movies created by humans. In his world, no personality would be excluded and ridiculed, but in this world, his personality is Equivalent to a □□.

Qiu Ren had repeatedly warned him not to display his personality in front of outsiders. At that time, he just thought that his personality was more prominent, and if he used it in front of others, he would be recognized, and his bastard father would also come to him.

It was only later that he realized that if he used his personality, it would not be his bastard dad who came to him, but the group of researchers in white coats he played on TV.

"Art comes from life."

When he went to ask the young man, the young man only said this sentence. The young man seemed to believe that he could understand what he said, and he did.

After that, he had an inexplicable resistance to white clothes, especially white coats, for a while.The young man noticed this somehow, put away all the white clothes at home, and after that, pasted light blue wallpaper on the wall, and even changed all the tableware to azure blue.

Logically speaking, he was only seven years old, and when he suddenly came to a strange place, a completely strange world, no matter how calm his character was, he should feel panicked deep down in his heart.

But surprisingly, he didn't.

Panic, bewilderment, irritability, confusion, he didn't have any such negative emotions, maybe without the existence of that bastard old man, he was even much calmer here than in the original world.

The few drops of physiological saline in the corners of the young man's eyes gathered into one drop, and slowly slid down along the indifferent lines of his face. The young man accidentally stretched out his right hand when it was about to fall, and a grain of rice-sized ice particle lay on the bone. the palm of his hand.

The boy looked at the ice particles in his palm, and a trace of obvious confusion flashed in his light gray eyes.

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Cub, when will you grow up [sigh]