My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 76 Sharing
"Restricted-level psychic, number 1002 - 'Ji Minghuan', quickly get up and get ready. The instructor has a message for you."

blinked.

What meets the eye is the unchanging silver-white ceiling and the unchanging surveillance camera.

The pale cold light spread down, covering the prison room like an insect-proof net on a dining table, making it difficult to tell whether one is an insect or the food on the table.

Ji Minghuan stared at the surveillance camera for a long time before slowly looking away.

If the Saviors considered changing the shape of the monitor into a penguin, his daily grumpiness might be cut in half.

"Kong Youling and Firio will be there soon, please make preparations." The instructor's gentle voice came into his ears from the broadcasting equipment on the ceiling.

"Couldn't you have given us some advance notice?" Ji Minghuan frowned and got up from the bed while speaking.

Dragging his body, which was so thin that it was just a skeleton, he walked quickly towards the entrance.

Looking down, he saw two plates on the silver-white floor, one containing toast and milk, the other containing toiletries. He bent down to pick up the second plate from the ground, then trotted into the toilet connected to the prison cell.

He turned on the faucet, rinsed the water with a towel, wiped his face, then put toothpaste on the toothbrush and brushed his teeth, even the molars.

Amid the gurgling sound of running water, he raised his head and looked at his pale, thin face in the mirror over the sink. Then he stood on tiptoe and compared the height of the mirror to find that he seemed to have grown taller...

It's normal. Twelve years old is the time for growth.

However, being locked up in such a place is indeed not conducive to physical development.

The food brought by the experimenters was nutritionally balanced and rich in variety, which could be said to be a textbook-level healthy combination. However, in such a place, he had no appetite for anything. It was not as delicious as the roasted sweet potatoes he ate with other children in the welfare home.

Unless you are really hungry, sometimes food tastes better when there are people around to share it with, just like when someone goes out for drinks late at night, the atmosphere is very good.

It didn't take long for Ji Minghuan to wash his face and brush his teeth. As for the messy hair, just ignore it. There is beauty in messiness - every lazy person will convince himself so.

Exactly two minutes had passed when a sound was heard outside and the metal door opened. Ji Minghuan lay back on the bed and pretended to be asleep, lying on his side with his back to the door of the prison cell.

After a while, a cold hand gently poked the tip of his nose, and then a gauze-like touch brushed across his cheek, as if someone lowered their head and soft hair accidentally brushed across his face.

"You never woke me up before." Ji Minghuan opened one eye and looked at the white-haired girl, with a cunning arc at the corner of his mouth.

The two of them were facing each other, their noses almost touching, like little animals meeting each other for the first time.

He was curious as to why his instructor hadn't forbidden them from physical contact this time, but he put the question aside for the time being.

Kong Youling sat on the corner of the bed, wrote on the notebook with a pencil, and then held up the notebook.

It said: "That's not how you sleep. You're obviously pretending to sleep."

"You discovered all this, you're so awesome." Ji Minghuan stood up and scratched his messy hair.

Under the cold light, Kong Youling lowered her red eyes and stared at him silently, then handed him the notebook after a moment.

He curiously flipped through the pages, and on them were some of her doodles when she was bored:
In the attic under the moonlight, two children are sitting on the eaves; the clock in the prison cell is stuck there as if it won't turn, with a line of small mumbling next to it: "Time goes by so slowly, so slowly." There is also a cartoon man drawn next to it. If you look closely, it is Ji Minghuan in a hospital gown, and a pair of fox ears have been added for him.

Ji Minghuan lowered his eyes and looked at it quietly for a while, then wrote in pencil on the notebook:

"Do you have a TV to watch?"

"They gave me a lot of CDs and a CD player."

"That's great. I'm so bored here, almost suffocating... What did you see? Tell me about it."

Kong Youling thought for a moment and wrote on the notebook: "Kamen Rider Exide, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Code Geass: Code Geass, Kamen Rider Amazons." "Why do I feel like these are all things for boys?" Ji Minghuan tilted his head.

"Can't I read it?" She held the notebook against the lower half of her face, staring at him motionlessly, her light white hair scratching the words on the notebook.

"of course can."

"I feel like you might like it too, so after watching those, I can share them with you."

"I knew it. If I said I'd seen it all, wouldn't you have seen it for nothing?"

Kong Youling was stunned for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks slightly, like a little snowman with puffy cheeks. They used to often stay in the computer room together to watch cartoons, which Ji Minghuan had downloaded from the Internet.

So the CDs she picked out from the people in the Salvation Society were all ones that the two of them had never watched together. Unexpectedly, he said that he had watched them all. He must have watched them all by himself secretly!

"Well, actually I haven't seen it," Ji Minghuan said. "I just want to say, just watch the CD you like. It's so boring to stay here. There's no need to do this for me."

"It's what I like." Kong Youling was stunned and shook his head.

"Oh, that's good." Ji Minghuan said, "Tell me about the plot, it won't take much time."

So the two children sat on the bed and chatted for a while about the plots and contents of those cartoons and special effects dramas.

Kong Youling was scribbling on the notebook, while Ji Minghuan was listening quietly while hugging a pillow.

He would occasionally click his tongue and rant about what she was saying in a pompous tone: "This 'Masked Rider Amazons' is too bloody and dark. Is this still Kamen Rider? It's clearly Lu Xun's Diary of a Madman, and it's all about cannibalism."

Kong Youling asked him what he did here. Ji Minghuan couldn't say that he was like a dead man, lying there doing nothing every day, so he said that he exercised every day here and was very excited about it. He would be the next muscle beauty pageant champion!

Then he lay on the bed, did two push-ups, and collapsed directly, as if he had died.

He fell on the bed, turning his face to the side to avoid Kong Youling's gaze. In fact, he really wanted to say that during this period of time, he was learning chess or learning the art of bondage.

I really want to share with her what I saw outside and tell her that he saw the Tokyo Tower!
When the two of them were flipping through travel magazines in the library, Kong Youling was reading very attentively with her eyes shining brightly.

Ji Minghuan wrote that after we leave the orphanage, we will travel around the world together and visit that place. But he went to see the Tokyo Tower first, breaking his promise to her.

He also wanted to tell her… It was a rare feeling to have a family. Even though it was just a fake family and would be exposed sooner or later, it was actually quite interesting… Having a brother who took care of you meticulously, and a sister who couldn’t express it but cared deeply about you;
Of course, there is also a hateful father, a dead father, a stinky father, and a rotten father. Tomorrow, he will put a little man in the room to curse him - in order not to be exposed, he will specially put a ghost bell version of the little man, so that he can only hold back and not speak!
But no matter whether it was interesting or bad, these things could not be told to her. Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan lowered his eyes and stared at the silver-white floor silently for a while... The person he wanted to share with was right next to him, but he could only keep the words in his heart. For a child, this was the saddest thing in the world.

But then he thought: After leaving this laboratory, he could tell her all the things he had learned during this period, and share with her everything he wanted to share, without leaving anything out.

Kong Youling tilted her head, staring at his silent profile motionlessly, as if she didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, she suddenly reached out and touched his forehead from behind.

Ji Minghuan felt a cool touch on his forehead, and was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Kong Youling.

"Are you sick?" Kong Youling wrote word by word and held up the notebook.

Ji Minghuan shook his head: "Although it's boring to not be able to do anything here, it's good to see you."

The white-haired girl thought blankly for a while, then raised her head, her light white hair swaying slightly.

“Me too…” She didn’t write anything, but said silently: “Those cartoons are only fun when I watch them with you.”

Just then, a loud noise caught the attention of the two men, and they turned their heads at the same time.

The metal door at the entrance suddenly opened, and a young man in a black hospital gown came into view. He stood at the door, head lowered, his eyes numb and cold.

(End of this chapter)