People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

"Why do you...have such unreasonable trust?"

Heita tilted his head cutely, with a hint of doubt in his crimson eyes.

"Common sense suggests that even the most talented person wouldn't attempt to solve the solitary wave algorithm after just learning the basics."

"If I rate my probability of completing the solitary wave algorithm at 99%, then what you're saying is 100%."

"I wonder why."

Hearing this question, Jiang Mo first breathed a sigh of relief, then pursed his lips, and after a while he began to explain:

"Humans are emotional creatures. There is no one in this world who can think from an absolutely rational perspective. This is beyond doubt."

“To put it in more understandable terms… no one can avoid ‘irrational variables’ when thinking.”

"You are the most talented person I have ever met, bar none. Furthermore, after spending some time together... I think you really have the potential to accomplish this."

Having said that, Jiang Mo paused for a moment, then continued with a smile:

"Besides...accomplishing anything requires courage and support. Since it's just you and me here, I'll fill in the gaps in that support for you."

"As your tutor, I must support you in moving forward."

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, a thoughtful look appeared on Heita's young face. Then he slowly stood up and walked to Jiang Mo without saying a word.

As if he felt that this was not clear enough, Heita lowered his head slightly until he could clearly see the fuzz on Jiang Mo's face.

The girl's breath with body temperature gently patted Jiang Mo's face. This sudden close contact made him a little at a loss.

Fortunately, this state did not last long. Soon, Heita slowly stood up as if he had observed enough, looked at Jiang Mo who was still sitting on the chair and said softly:

"You're... unlike anyone I've ever met before."

"Compared to those flatteries and those looks that looked like I was a monster, your support and gaze make me feel more comfortable."

"Maybe... this is what it feels like to meet someone like you."

The same kind? Could it be...

Hearing this, Jiang Mo frowned slightly, as if he had realized the key to the Black Tower's current appearance.

"Ms. Heita, would you mind... talking more about 'the same kind'?"

Chapter 11 "Combining Like Terms"

Jiang Mo smelled a unique scent from Heita's words about "the same kind".

What kind of person, or what kind of emotions do people harbor all year round, would want to find someone like them?

In Jiang Mo's opinion, there is only one answer to this question - "loneliness".

As for the reason why Heita's personality became so indifferent... Jiang Mo felt that it was also because of "loneliness".

Therefore, in order to complete his mission and to break through the absolute rational barrier built by Black Tower, he must solve the problem of "loneliness".

If this point cannot be solved, then even if you come up with a great fishing plan, you may not be able to complete your task and successfully obtain the final reward.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo continued to add:

"Think of me as nosy, but I want to know...why you're looking for 'the same kind'."

Hearing Jiang Mo's question, Heita was stunned for a moment, then looked at him thoughtfully, as if he was weighing whether to tell him or not.

However, this kind of thinking did not last long. After all, for the current Black Tower, Jiang Mo was the only person worth negotiating with.

What's more, he has already answered the question he asked, so she should also respond.

Thinking of this, Heita nodded slightly, and retracted the foot that had just stepped out of the threshold, and sat on Jiang Mo's bed again.

The girl hugged her knees with her hands, as if she was a little girl who had been bullied, but the indifferent expression on her face completely changed this feeling.

——She simply felt that sitting like this was more comfortable.

Jiang Mo didn't have any objection. After all, in her opinion, Heita's feet were quite clean and there was no way he would do something like dirtying the quilt.

Jiang Mo looked at the black tower quietly, while the black tower tilted its head and thought for a while, and then spoke after a while:

"...Ever since I can remember, I've felt out of place with the people around me."

"Those games that are so much fun for kids, to me, are just childish, meaningless waste of energy."

"Because I'm better than them, their parents often use me as an example to teach them a lesson, which... makes them even more distant from me."

"From that moment on, I knew that they and I were not the same kind of people. We were destined not to understand each other, nor to be together."

"Plus, I felt that learning extremely simple knowledge was a waste of time, so... I came back to study and research on my own."

Having said this, Heita paused for a moment, as if recalling the appearance of the previous tutors, and after a while he continued:

"In order to make my self-study smoother, my father helped me contact many tutors, but... they all left on their own accord in the end, just like you said before."

"I was weaker than them at first, but soon... I became stronger than them. They either couldn't accept it or couldn't meet my needs, so they all left on their own."

“After the eighth tutor was hospitalized due to excessive stress, I realized that I was not in the same league as these so-called “renowned scholars.”

“For me, ‘the same kind’ means people who can understand me and with whom I can communicate normally.”

As Heita spoke, he looked at Jiang Mo expressionlessly, as if hinting at something.

"So far, you are the only person who can understand me and communicate with me normally while meeting my needs."

"So, I consider you as a 'kindred spirit' rather than a simple 'tutor'."

After hearing what Heita said, Jiang Mo's brain went into a brief downtime.

If the person who said this wasn't Heita, or if he didn't have a cold expression, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated to him...

Jiang Mo was even considering whether this person's next sentence would be something like a confession.

But unfortunately, the person who said this was Heita. She simply felt that Jiang Mo met her definition of "the same kind", that's all.

But then again, Jiang Mo also understood why Heita had the personality he had now.

Her loneliness comes from her lack of talent.

Her peers could not understand her, and those who shared the same academic ideas as her could not bear the pressure that came from such a genius.

Under such circumstances, the Black Tower gradually lost all interaction with the world and naturally became what it is today, being indifferent to everything.

In order to resist this loneliness of talent, she can only devote herself to various problems to reduce the frequency of feeling that kind of "loneliness".

Over time, when everything became a habit, she no longer felt lonely.

Because...she's used to it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo pursed his lips, then looked at the black tower in front of him that was also staring at him intently. Just when he was about to say something sentimental... the red light curtain appeared "at the right time" again.

[Faced with a puppet girl who chooses to attack you at night, you choose:]

[1. Execute her right there and then, and experience the feeling of "penetrating deeply" in advance]

[2. Use your body to show her what it means to combine like terms!]

[Tip: After making this selection, the "Joy" effect of the "Knowledge Drain IV" entry will take effect. Please prepare for it.]

“Ahaha…”

Looking at the light curtain that suddenly appeared in front of him, Jiang Mo's anger towards Aha had reached its peak.

Why did you have to show up at any other time than when he was about to give Heita a talk therapy? What on earth did you want to do?

"Damn it... you better be careful, or I'll kill you if I get the chance!"

Jiang Mo cursed in his heart while choosing option 2, and then the light curtain "tactfully" disappeared in front of him.

He turned his gaze slightly, and the pair of crimson purple eyes were looking at him quietly, as if waiting for something.

Jiang Mo gently slid his chair, shortening the distance between himself and the black tower as much as possible, then opened his arms and embraced the doll girl in front of him.

Isn't it said that we should use physical actions to combine like items? Who said that hugging between people of the same kind doesn't count as combining like items?

Almost at the moment when Jiang Mo hugged him, Heita felt his heart beat abnormally a few times.

This feeling was like the palpitations caused by staying up late for a long time, but...it didn't seem to be the case, and she couldn't figure out why.

The unprecedented behavior and abnormal physical sensation caused Heita's brain to crash, and Jiang Mo patted Heita's back gently like coaxing a child, and said softly:

"You don't need to think about those things now, Miss Heita."

"You've found your own kind, haven't you?"

"If others can't understand you... at least I can understand your actions."

“Although I don’t know how long this understanding will last, at least... it won’t make you feel ‘lonely’ for a short period of time.”

Chapter 12: Watching and Learning from the Black Tower

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, Heita's crimson eyes widened. When he was about to say something, Jiang Mo had already loosened his arms and released the state of "merging like items".

"Ahem... I'm sorry, Ms. Heita, I just think you really need a hug right now."

Jiang Mo blinked slightly, then looked at the black tower in front of him, standing there like a fool. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the black tower.

"Ms. Heita? What's wrong with you?"

As if frightened, Heita's body shuddered after hearing Jiang Mo's voice, and his originally unfocused crimson-purple eyes quickly became bright again.

"...Nothing, I was just thinking about 'irrational variables'."

Perhaps Jiang Mo's "medicine" was not strong enough, and after a brief pause, the Black Tower returned to its previous puppet-like state.

"Regarding what you said... I'll give it a try. If adding some 'irrational variables' to my thinking can help solve the problem, I'll keep doing it."

After saying that, Heita raised his head slightly and glanced at the furnishings in Jiang Mo's room, as if he was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"My stockings. I'm just curious where you put them."

As Heita spoke, she reached out her hand without any sense of boundaries and touched under Jiang Mo's pillow, as if in her mind, Jiang Mo would hide the stockings he asked for under his pillow.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and then he shook his head, feeling both amused and helpless.

"I just think it's inappropriate for a child of this age to wear stockings. If you were fifteen or sixteen, Miss Heita, I wouldn't mind wearing them."

"I've asked the housekeeper to dispose of that pair of stockings for me. I don't have the habit of keeping other people's underwear."

Jiang Mo shrugged and explained.

After hearing Jiang Mo's explanation, Heita tilted his head slightly, and for the first time, a hint of "disbelief" flashed in his crimson-purple eyes.

In Heita's opinion, if Jiang Mo really didn't have any special fetish for legs, his gaze wouldn't have lingered on his legs for too long that time.

But... since he himself said so, let's just accept it for now.

Heita nodded slightly, as if agreeing with what she said, then she slowly stood up and prepared to go back to her room to rest.

As for changing the way of thinking...she still needs some time to adjust. After all, the habit of thinking is not something that can be changed easily.

Jiang Mo looked at the black tower he was about to leave, then looked at the red light curtain flashing in front of his eyes. In the end, between "his body being controlled by Aha" and "dying again", he chose the latter.

Social death is much better than letting Aha control my body!!

God knows what incredible things Ah Ha will do after taking over his own body.

Judging from the options He provided him... Jiang Mo didn't even think that this guy had swallowed up the fragments of "breeding" to become like this.

But suddenly, a flash of inspiration passed through Jiang Mo's mind, as if he had discovered a loophole that he could exploit.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Heita, can you please do this..."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he began to cheer, imitating the puppet that had brought him to the black tower.

"'Ms. Black Tower is unparalleled in the world, Ms. Black Tower is extremely intelligent, Ms. Black Tower is so stunning that even fish can sink to the bottom of their brow and geese can fall to the ground!' She kept saying those words I just said, and then..."

"Let me record a video?"