There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

The girl raised her head and looked at Kitahara's empty profile, which looked as if it had been carved by a knife.

How did you manage to be such cold-blooded warriors in that world and become so gentle after returning home? Are your nerves made of steel? Or have you become accustomed to suppressing the pain in your heart?

"Hey, Onii-chan."

Lingyin raised her head with tears in her eyes, rubbed her face against Kitahara Sora's arm, and asked in a sobbing voice: "Observers can be resurrected, why do you have to go through their lives? Is this a necessary process?"

"Because everyone is a book. When you open it, you will feel sad, cry, feel grief and joy. Human individuals are small, but also magnificent."

Kitahara Sora reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Suzune's ear. "Humanity is great because of emotions. Without those things, humanity will be close to extinction. The glory that the Observer wants to revive is precisely what civilization once discarded."

He looked at Lingyin's face and smiled, "Do you regret coming with me?"

"No."

Lingyin shook her head and smiled as she responded, "I'm glad Onii-chan showed me these things, because this way I feel like I'm one step closer to you. It's not easy for everyone. Uncle Kobayashi has already realized the true meaning of death and life, but he was still chosen. It suddenly feels very unfair."

"So, after all the suffering, the fruit will be sweeter."

"Who's next?"

"I'll be very busy next time."

Kitahara Sora raised his head slightly and stared at the azure sky. "There are Hayato Hayama, Yuji Kazami, Takuto Aso, Tsukasa Araki, Takeo Okada, Takashi Komuro..."

He paused for a moment and continued, "During the first mission, a fat guy named Hirano Toda saved me. Miyamoto Rei is a girl I look down upon. But without her, I would not have survived in the end. Igo Naga might not be a bad person. Let Komuro Takashi decide whether to have him come back."

"Miura Yumiko and Tobe Sho are from Hayama's team. I can't use these two names for others. There is also a bodyguard uncle who once saved Xiao and Takeo's life. The first druid in our team is an archaeologist. He made me feel the glory of humanity for the first time."

Beiyuan Kong continued: "Bai Ling, Bai Xin, Zhang Wenbo, Zhuang Zhong, Xiao Sisi, Feng Jian Yiji. Without these loyal allies, I would not be able to make it to the end. I must not give up on them. They are all my treasures."

"I may have missed some. Some of them are cute even though I am not familiar with them. I need to go back to my space and check the list. During this time, many people have passed by me. Some I admire, some I like, some I hate, and some I feel disgusted with. As for those who make me uncomfortable, let them die forever."

Every time he mentioned a name, Lingyin nodded, "The workload is indeed huge. They have experienced unimaginable suffering. It's time for the world to treat them kindly. But..."

The little girl changed the subject and said with a naughty smile, "Stupid Onii-chan, do you really have to say those names last, or look at the list in the space to remember them?"

Beiyuan Kong slowly lowered his head and knocked her head unhappily. The next second, he sighed helplessly, "They are the people I love the most. If possible, I want them to come back first and let them accompany me to do this work."

"Oh oh - stupid brother finally got honest!" Although Lingyin was hit very painfully, she still hugged her head and continued to ask: "Senior Shiyu is the same?"

"She can be considered a confidante. She has nothing to do with Yukino and Kei's relationship."

"Ow—"

Lingyin deliberately dragged out the last syllable and looked at the stupid brother with a meaningful look, "So, stupid Onii-chan let me experience Uncle Kobayashi's life first, just to cover up your inner selfish desires?"

Kitahara Sora glared at her and said, "That's because the observers took the lead in opening the Daigo option not long ago, but now all of them have been opened. I didn't think so much about it, okay!"

"Yeah." Lingyin winked and nodded vigorously, with an expression that said, "I believe it, but not completely."

Just when Beiyuan Kong raised his eyebrows and was about to lose his temper, the mischievous little girl suddenly changed her expression and asked seriously, "Where are we going now?"

Kitahara Sora pinched Lingyin's cheeks hard, "Uncle Xiaolin's house, he should be home, we have to meet him!"

"Woo, ah... woo... it hurts... go see Xiaolin... gu, let go, stupid brother, I won't suck your flowers anymore!"

Lingyin struggled hard to break free from Kitahara Sora's hand, and ran towards Uncle Kobayashi. After a certain distance, she even turned her head and made a face, then turned around and ran away.

I had already found out the location of the uncle's house. It was near the public bathhouse...

Looking at the girl's cheerful back, Kitahara Sora suddenly felt complicated.

Lingyin was moved to tears by Uncle Kobayashi's story, and was distressed by everyone's tragic and painful experience. She was able to recover so quickly because everyone's happiness was about to come.

Yes, after experiencing so much suffering, it’s time for the world to treat you gently.

Shiyu, Hui, Yukino... wait a moment, I'll be here to take you home very soon.

Chapter 6: The Little Girl and the Ghost (10,000-word chapter)

The first rays of sunlight in the morning illuminated the prosperity of Tokyo, and a white car slowly drove out from Kasuga-cho in Bunkyo Ward.

The driver was a woman in a business suit and a pair of frameless glasses. Although she was in her thirties, she looked very young and didn't look like a mother of two children.

In the back seat of the car was a little girl about six years old. She was wearing a very cute dark dress and a yellow children's hat on her head. This was standard kindergarten uniform.

The little girl had cute short hair and a delicate face as white and smooth as milk, as if water could be squeezed out of it with a little force.

She turned her head to look out the window. Although she looked silent and quiet, her legs were shaking, which made her look very cute.

The little girl didn't understand anything. She just felt that this place seemed much more lively than where she used to go to school. The streets were wider but seemed very crowded. There were a lot of pedestrians, but they walked very fast and looked very anxious.

This place is called Tokyo, the most amazing city in Japan. I moved here from Tottori Prefecture because of my father's work arrangement.

I have lived here for half a month, but the little girl doesn’t feel it is fun. In the past, my sister would hold my hand and go to kindergarten together in the morning, but now my sister’s elementary school is on a completely different road from my own, so my parents need to drive me to school separately in the morning.

In fact, the distance from the new home to the kindergarten is not far, but because there are traffic jams every day, it takes at least thirty minutes to get there.

The little girl was quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window. Her eyes were big, clear and bright, but her pink little mouth was slightly pouting, as if someone had made this ceramic doll angry.

In fact, it was not because she couldn't go to school with her sister, nor because she felt bored in the traffic jam, but because the teacher assigned a parent-child homework yesterday that required the help of her parents, and she was unable to complete the homework yesterday.

I clearly told them as soon as the get out of class was over. Dad said he was busy with work and asked mom to help him, but mom pushed the matter to after dinner.

Although she was pushed back, she did not refuse. So Xiao Xiaohui took the lead in folding the paper cranes, prepared the pen tools, and waited quietly in the room for her mother to help.

But she started waiting after taking a bath, but her mother never seemed to be available.

She was washing dishes while she was taking a shower. She took a shower after she folded the paper cranes. After taking a shower, she started to take out the clothes from the washing machine and hang them up.

Then, Mom's cell phone rang.

She couldn't understand what was being said about work. The phone call had never been hung up, and her father had been staying in the study room without coming out.

My sister finished her homework, and I started watching cartoons with her. As we watched, she forgot about it. It was not until this morning that she remembered that she did not finish her homework yesterday...

It's always like this, they always forget their own things and make me mad every time, it's so annoying.

The daily routine traffic jam ended, and as the cars started to move, my mother's gentle voice came from the front.

"Mei, be obedient in kindergarten and don't make the teacher angry. Got it?"

Xiao Xiaohui turned her head and looked at her mother's eyes in the rearview mirror. She was still very angry, so she made a soft "hmm" sound in a baby voice.

"Hmm? What's your answer?" Mom frowned and said in feigned anger, "You should give a good response, only then will you be a good child!"

"..."

Xiao Xiaohui suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She opened her mouth and responded obediently, "I know. I won't make the teacher angry."

"Did you finish your homework yesterday? Did you put it in your schoolbag?" Mom asked again.

"Well……"

"What's the answer?"

The little girl finally pouts and bursts into tears.

"Mom is a big idiot, I hate her the most!"

……

The car finally arrived at the kindergarten. Seeing the little girl get out of the car with red eyes, Teacher Sarna immediately greeted her with a bright smile and handed her the handmade windmill in her hand.

For children, it doesn’t matter why they cry. What’s important is how to make them feel better. This is the most basic skill for kindergarten teachers.

Xiao Xiaohui was led into the kindergarten by the teacher, holding a pinwheel. When she arrived at her class, all the children were already sitting in their seats. She was still the last one to arrive at the kindergarten, and she was almost late every day because of the routine traffic jam.

Hui's arrival did not cause much commotion. The children were playing with their toys or their newly bought pencil cases. No one seemed to notice her, and no one greeted her.

Hui took off her hat and placed it in her own storage compartment on the wall, then took out a text album, exercise book, pencil, eraser from her schoolbag... As she placed the learning tools neatly on the table, the bell rang.

It's already a senior class, and we have preschool courses now. Yesterday the teacher taught simple addition and subtraction, and we learned the third row of the 50-sound chart. But Xiao Xiaohui can spell her own name a long time ago, and can even write complex Chinese characters, but they don't look very good.

The first class was Chinese. Teacher Lingzi drew a lot of cute pictures on the blackboard in advance and marked the unfamiliar kana and romanizations below.

The children studied very hard and shouted out the pronunciations at the top of their voices when they needed to read. They all seemed to hope that their voices would be louder than their classmates' and attract the teacher's attention and be praised.

Suddenly, Teacher Reiko showed an expectant smile and asked, which child can make a word using kana starting with 'な'?

At this time, almost everyone in the class raised their hands. It was too easy. They all knew many words with "na", so they all wanted the teacher to read their names.

Huiyuan stared around with her eyes wide open. She originally didn't want to raise her hand, but she raised her hand weakly. If she didn't raise her hand, she would be too unsociable.

The teacher looked around with a mysterious look, and finally did not call out anyone's name. This little psychological hint successfully aroused the children's impatience, and they rushed to shout.

The sounds in the classroom came one after another. Every time a child shouted a word, the teacher wrote it on the blackboard.

In the warm atmosphere, Kato Megumi's emotions were also aroused. She raised her hands higher and higher and began to shout out the words she understood... But her voice was too soft and the teacher couldn't hear it at all. Until the end of the class activity, the teacher didn't write down a single word that came out of her mouth.

Well, Xiao Xiaohui's sparkling eyes gradually dimmed, but no one noticed her loss...

……

After three classes of mathematics, social common sense, and 365 questions on encyclopedia knowledge, we finally arrived at the last handicraft class of the morning.

When Teacher Sana walked into the craft classroom holding an origami red flower, the children cheered. The boys held up their own airplanes, ninja kunai, and little frogs.

The girls held up pink bows, white swans, little rabbits, paper cranes, etc. This was last night’s homework, and mom and dad had to participate as well.

There are traces of parental involvement on everyone’s origami, either with the father’s signature or the mother’s coloring. Some dexterous mothers even teach their children step by step to make very exaggerated origami, such as airplanes, tanks, robots and the like.

Children are undoubtedly the most innocent. They don’t know what deception and lies are, just like Xiao Xiaohui at this moment.

Unlike other students who showed off, she carefully protected the pure white paper crane in her palm, fearing that others would see it. Because she didn't have her parents to help her fold the paper, her homework was not considered completed.

The craft tables in this classroom are arranged in a semicircle, with the teacher's table in the middle, and the children's tables and chairs surrounding the teacher.

Suddenly, Teacher Sarna stood up and walked towards the first child with a smile. When the teacher checked her homework and she proudly told how she completed the homework with her parents, the teacher smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Seeing this, the children became more serious. They placed their works in the middle of the craft table, with their backs straight, waiting for the teacher to check their homework and to be praised.

It's over, I'm going to get scolded.

Xiao Xiaohui's big pupils showed a hint of anxiety, and she let go of her hand almost reluctantly, leaving the little paper crane exposed on the craft table.

The teacher walked slowly towards the classroom door. When she saw the exquisite origami works, she took them in her hands and played with them for a while, and gently touched the child's head.

Gradually, the teacher came to the middle position. Although the encouraging smile on her face remained unchanged, no one noticed that the time the teacher stayed in front of each child was getting shorter and shorter.

Among the children who were examined, some had serious faces, while others raised their chins proudly. It seemed that everyone thought the origami made by their parents was the best.

Those who had not been checked sat upright, looking straight ahead, their eyes showing great anticipation. However, no one noticed that Xiao Xiaohui, who was sitting at the end, had red eyes and was about to cry out of anxiety.

How about a sincere apology for not completing my homework properly?

When the teacher's voice was close at hand and the child next to her was praised, the little girl finally couldn't help it. She looked up with red eyes and was about to apologize, but the teacher's warm little hand stroked her head.

"Megumi, these paper cranes are really pretty! They're just as pretty as Yumi and Satoshi's."

After kindly praising us, Teacher Sarna turned and walked towards the craft table in the middle of the classroom. Then, she smiled and held up an A4 paper, and said mysteriously, "All the students are very good. You have grown up a little. Today, the teacher will teach you more powerful origami. Do you want to learn?"

"think!!!"

There was a deafening response in the classroom, and only Hui stared at the teacher blankly without making any sound.

Did you just muddle through?

She turned her head and glanced to the right. Yumi's work was a blue paper crane, Satoshi's was a pink paper crane, and Noriko's was also a white paper crane...

Several students folded a thousand paper cranes. No wonder the teacher was no longer surprised. It turned out that theirs were too ordinary.

But why didn't the teacher ask me about my homework process like he asked others? I didn't complete my homework well!

A trace of disappointment flashed across Xiao Xiaohui's crystal clear pupils again. Perhaps the teacher thought her answer would be almost the same as theirs. She thought she knew it, so there was no need to ask.

Although she touched her head, the feeling was unpleasant and Hui began to hate being touched on the head by adults.

The little girl wiped her eyes with her sleeve, then carefully put the origami into her pocket… She’ll go home tonight and give it to her mom to color.

……

The afternoon after a nap is time to play games.

After the children had snacks, they played in the kindergarten playground. This kindergarten, not far from the city center, is very big. At least Hui felt that it was much bigger than the previous kindergarten, because the entertainment facilities here are almost as good as those in an amusement park!

There are not only swings, slides, jigsaw puzzles and even a small sand area, but even the tunnel fortress is very large. Except for the lack of electrically powered facilities like those in the amusement park, almost everything you can think of is there.

At this time, the little girl huddled in a corner of the sand, quietly building her own little castle with a small shovel. No one likes playing with sand, so who would play with sand when there is something more fun?

But suddenly, a quarrel not far away caught her attention. She looked up and saw several classmates gathered there, and in the middle, Rika Tanabe, who had pigtails, and Taro Nakano were confronting each other.

"I'll hide, you won't be able to find me!"

Lihuajiang put her hands on her hips, like a proud little hen, "I found a secret base that none of you know about!"