Chapter 33

Number Eight looked at Su Ci's actions and couldn't help but be surprised.

Could it be that the keeper really knew how to play this thing called a "flute"? If he did, he could show Number Seven who was dumber!

Thinking of this, No. 8 quickly rubbed against Su Ci, looking at Su Ci with his dog eyes. Although the breeder was sitting while he was standing, he didn't mind at all.

After all, this way he can see the keeper's movements more clearly. Besides, the keeper looks weak. If he faints after standing for too long, who will teach him to play the flute?

The young boy completely forgot that Su Ci had just picked him up with one hand, and his attention was focused on the young man's white, slender hand with distinct knuckles.

This hand... is so beautiful!

He looked down at his hands, which had rough skin and scars of various depths, and clenched them into fists.

Although his hands are not very beautiful, they are powerful!

Strength is more important than good looks.

Of course, Number Eight no longer looked down on this new, frail and thin breeder like before, because...

In his mind, there emerged the image of the breeder carrying him to the bed, not only covering him with a blanket but also gently stroking his head, and also... in the darkness that drowned him like a tide, the voice that rang in his ears.

He said, "Go to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."

The soft and emotionless voice touched Number Eight inexplicably.

He remembered this sentence, so when the keeper only spoke to Number Five in the activity room yesterday morning, he felt very angry.

What a liar! He clearly said he would come to see him...

However, after falling into a frenzy yesterday, he could not remember anything else. He only remembered the scene when he fell to the ground exhausted, and the breeder in a gray-blue uniform squatted in front of him and put his hands on his head.

The image was blurry, but Eight knew he couldn't be mistaken.

Moreover, when he woke up this morning, he found that the wounds on his body were almost healed, his face and hands were clean, and he woke up lying in bed.

In the past, he had fallen into a frenzy and lost consciousness. Every time he woke up, he was either lying alone on the cold floor of the room, waking up in a pile of debris, or in the medical cabin, under the close and tense supervision of doctors and nurses.

Don't think he doesn't know that these adults always call them "little monsters" in private, and always look at them with fear and disgust.

Number 8 was sad at first, but soon changed his mind and even felt proud. That was because he was strong enough to deserve the title of "little monster"!

However, he also didn't like facing those adults, nor did he like staying in the enclosed medical cabin.

The two times I lost consciousness recently, I woke up comfortably in my own bed. This has never happened before.

And every time he woke up before, he was only faced with pain and exhaustion. How could it be like this morning? Not only did someone help him clean his face, but they also sprayed him with medicine. Otherwise, he would never have recovered so quickly.

Who was this person who took care of him and treated his wounds? It was self-evident. After all, who else could it be besides this new breeder?

Number Eight looked at Su Ci and inexplicably found him much more pleasing to the eye.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he likes the breeder. He just feels grateful to him and is reluctantly treated nicely by him.

While the young boy was daydreaming, Su Ci had already sat on the chair, took out a handkerchief from the space button, wiped the flute in his hand, and recalled the music he knew.

Finally, he placed the flute horizontally, got into position, combined with the feeling given to him by the number eight, selected a light, cheerful and lively tune from his memory, and then began to play it.

When the first note sounded in the activity room, No. 8 was immediately attracted.

He stared at the breeder blankly.

The young man closed his eyes slightly, held the flute horizontally with his flawless white hands, put his rosy lips to a small hole in the front of the flute, and blew gently.

It's obviously the same action, but when No. 7 does it, it looks very funny. However, when the breeder does it, it feels... so elegant and beautiful!

And this song... is also very nice!

Even Number Three, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly raised his little face and turned towards this side.

The little boy listened intently to the flute music, his dazed and out-of-focus light blue eyes still without any light, but for the first time, an expression of surprise appeared on his little face, which had always been silent and indifferent and had no reaction to the outside world.

He blinked very slowly, as if he "saw" something through the melodious flute sound... It was a scene he had never seen in his life.

Before he knew it, the metal ball he had been holding in his hand fell to the ground without the little boy noticing.

Su Ci's beautiful and flexible fingers danced rhythmically on the flute.

Wonderful notes flowed out one after another, converging into a beautiful movement. It seemed as if he had an extra layer of ethereal and lively aura around him, making his already outstanding facial features even more charming.

Halfway through, when the song reached its most cheerful part, Su Ci raised his eyelashes slightly.

He glanced towards Number Three, saw the child's reaction, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a hint of smile appeared.

Then, his gaze fell on the young boy in front of him.

The wolf cub, who was always careless and noisy, now widened his green eyes and stared at Su Ci without blinking, with lights flashing in his eyes, full of shock and fascination.

Slowly, the young boy squatted down and finally sat on the floor. He held his chin with both hands, tilted his head back and closed his eyes to listen. Unlike the surprise of No. 3, No. 8 had a look of enjoyment on his face.

It was the first time that Number Eight heard such music. He listened intently, as if he had returned to the days before he was sent to the Prison Star Nursery.

He was different from No. 5 and the others. When he came to Prison Star, he was already seven and a half years old, old enough to remember things.

Listening to this unfamiliar music, he felt as if he was bathing in the breeze, as if he could smell the wet scent of grass and dew, and as if he could hear the cheerful chirping of birds.

He also felt the long-lost sunshine, shining warmly on him, which was very comfortable.

Unfortunately, this wonderful feeling did not last long. As the song came to an end and the flute sound stopped, he returned to reality.

Looking at the activity room filled with cold metallic tones, No. 8 felt a sense of loss.

"I want to hear it again!"

The young boy got up, rubbed against Su Ci, grabbed his sleeve and said.

Of course, he didn't dare to act like Number Five and act like a spoiled brat. Realizing his tone wasn't very nice and a bit aggressive, he slowed down his voice and said, "Su Ci, can you play the flute for me again? I want to hear it again."

Number Eight had never known how to play with this long pipe. He had seen Number Seven play it before, but he had never made any sound.

Humph, he still has the nerve to say that he is stupid and doesn’t know how to play!

However, under the eager gaze of Number Eight, Su Ci put down the flute.

The song just now sounds light and lively, but it requires a lot of skill to play.

Because he added the playing method of sound cultivation and combined it with his soul power, the two little guys were able to understand what the music was trying to express the first time they heard it.

To be honest, Su Ci also misses the past.

So when I feel like it, I share the beautiful scenery of the earth in the past with the two children and see their shocked and yearning expressions. It is quite fun.

But, let Su Ci play it for them all the time?

Haha, even the former number one cultivator didn’t dare to ask him to do this.

The young man leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "I'm tired."

"It only blew for a short while!"

Number Eight opened his eyes wide, but when he saw the breeder's thin and frail figure that looked like it could be blown away by the wind, his face twisted for a moment, and finally he closed his mouth.

The young boy walked around behind Su Ci, clenched his little hands into fists, and patted Su Ci's shoulders in a flattering manner.

"When will you rest?"

The hot-tempered little wolf cub now spoke softly, imitating the tone of a robot nanny coaxing a child, and said, "Can you play it for me again when you're not tired?"

Su Ci glanced at him and didn't expect that this little guy was so flexible.

He handed the flute back to Number Eight, then took out the remaining half bag of potato chips from his space button and said as he ate, "I'm not going to play it anymore. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Number 8 stupidly took the flute handed to him by the breeder, but his eyes were fixed on the potato chips that he took out of thin air like a magic trick.

He was not surprised by this ability. It was a space button or a space capsule. He was very knowledgeable!

However, when he smelled the fragrant smell in the air, his mouth almost watered.

"It's potato chips! So you ate them!"

He had been smelling this scent just now!

Number Eight swallowed and subconsciously reached out to grab it, but when he caught a glimpse of the flute he was holding, Number Eight stopped.

If he steals it, the breeder probably won’t teach him to play the flute... Then he won’t be able to show off in front of No. 7 and won’t be able to get back at him!

Number Eight hesitated for a moment, but finally struggled to withdraw his hand. He looked at Su Ci with his green eyes and said with a bit of grievance, "I want to eat potato chips. Can you give me some?"

He remembered that this thing was delicious, fragrant and crispy, and it was not comparable to the nutritious meals in the nursery!

Su Ci stuffed the potato chips into his mouth one by one, with a crunching sound.

Seeing that No. 8's expression was really pitiful, he shook the packaging bag, and then under No. 8's gaze, he pinched out a small piece of debris from it.

The young boy's eyes suddenly changed from anticipation to confusion.

He stared with disbelief as the breeder handed him a piece of potato chip that was not much bigger than a coin.

"Not eating?"

Seeing that he didn't take it, Su Ci pretended to take the potato chips back. Number Eight quickly grabbed his sleeve and said anxiously and angrily, "Eat! I want to eat!"

So, Su Ci put the piece of debris in his palm, and watched No. 8 hold it with great care, put it to his mouth and began to nibble on it bit by bit.

Such a small piece of potato chips was of course eaten up quickly, and it was only enough for No. 8 to taste it.

But he also knew how precious such a small piece of potato chip was on the resource-scarce Prison Star.

The young boy savored the spicy taste that he hadn't tasted for a long time, and seeing that there were still a lot of potato chip bags left in Su Ci's hand, he couldn't help but feel even more eager.

It’s a pity that Su Ci didn’t soften his heart anymore.

He stuffed another whole potato chip into his mouth to relieve the hunger in his stomach caused by playing the flute just now. Then he raised an eyebrow at the young boy and said, "Do you want to learn the flute or not?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Seeing the breeder being so heartless, Number Eight curled his lips and forced himself not to look at or smell the tempting aroma. "Don't eat anymore, let's get started!"

At the urging of Number Eight, Su Ci put the remaining potato chips into the space button, wiped his hands slowly with a handkerchief, and then looked at Number Eight.

Su Ci: "I can teach you, but what do you want in exchange?"

Number Eight was stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything to cheat.

Even when Number Five wanted a handkerchief, he would take out his most beloved hairpin to trade with the breeder. How could he be worse than Number Five?

But……

He doesn't have any hairpins to trade!

The young boy seemed to have encountered some century-old problem. His facial features were wrinkled with confusion and he unconsciously turned around in circles.

Su Ci looked at him and felt that this scene seemed familiar - he remembered that when 4586 was anxious and helpless, he also turned in circles like this, and No. 8 even laughed at 4586 for this.

He waited with great interest to see what bargaining chip the wolf cub would finally come up with.

Then, he saw the young boy suddenly stop.

The young boy seemed to have finally thought of some bargaining chip, but this bargaining chip might be a bit too much of a sacrifice for him, so much so that his facial features were wrinkled.

Su Ci couldn't help but feel curious.

What would this little wolf come up with to learn the flute? If he was sincere, he wouldn't mind teaching him attentively.

After all, the cultivation methods of the old era have probably been lost. If the method of sound cultivation can be passed on, it would be worthy of the fact that he drank so many jars of peach blossom wine from the number one cultivator of the Sound Sect.

Thinking of the delicious wine he had drunk in the past, Su Ci couldn't help smacking his lips.

At this time, the young boy standing in front of him finally made up his mind. He bent down slightly, stretched his neck, and actually put his head close to Su Ci's hand.

The young boy said shyly, "How about you teach me to play the flute and I touch your ears?"

Then, as the young boy finished speaking, a pair of furry little wolf ears popped out from under his gray-black hair.

Su Ci couldn't help but blink.

Under his gaze, the soft tip of one of the ears moved slightly, and the delicate and soft fur on the ear swayed with the shaking, as if inviting him to touch it.

Number Eight lowered his head slightly, trying to hide his flushed face, but the blush still began to spread quietly to his neck.

The reason why he proposed touching the ear as a condition of the transaction was because he clearly remembered that when he was unconscious yesterday...

The keeper touched his ear secretly!

And he touched it three times!

He must have remembered correctly that Number Eight was still hesitating whether to expose him, but now—

If the breeder likes to touch it, let him touch it.

As long as he is willing to teach him to play the flute and let Number Seven, who has always laughed at him as a stupid wolf, see who really doesn't know how to play this toy, the keeper can touch it as many times as he wants.

Moreover, compared to offering something in exchange, No. 8 felt that his proposal was extremely clever and cost-effective!

He didn't have much to begin with... If touching his ears was the solution, then of course he'd do it! He'd already been touched three times by the keeper, so he didn't mind a few more.

When No. 8 thought about the surprise, frustration, and the expression of having to accept reality on No. 7's face when he heard him playing the flute, he became extremely excited.

Then, Su Ci saw that the little wolf cub, who had put his two furry ears in his hands, was happily wagging his big tail.

This looked more like a strong invitation for him to touch his ears.

Su Ci leaned back in his chair, gazing lazily at the young boy in front of him.

What should I do? He couldn't help but ponder.

Rather than touching the ears, he wanted to touch the little wolf's big tail. The hair there was fluffy, soft, smooth and shiny, and looked like it would be nice to touch.

Just as Su Ci was thinking about how to start, he heard light footsteps beside him.

He looked over lazily.

I saw that No. 3, who had been hiding in the corner and closed in his own world, stood up at some point, picked up the metal ball that fell on the ground, and walked to his side with his short legs.

The little boy should be a little over six years old and was shorter than No. 8. Although he was blind, his steps were firm as he walked with the metal ball in his arms. He walked straight towards Su Ci without hesitation.

Number Three has shiny black hair, beautiful light blue eyes like gems, and handsome and cute facial features. She is quiet and looks more like a porcelain doll.

Su Ci looked at him, curious about what this kid was doing suddenly running over.

Then, under Su Ci's slightly surprised gaze, No. 3 actually put his head closer, and a pair of small animal ears with soft hair emerged from his hair.

This was the first time Su Ci saw the beastly features of No. 3. The animal ears were very small, only about one-third the size of No. 8's ears.

The hair is pure black, the same color as the child's hair, and is hidden in the black hair. It cannot be seen unless you look closely.

Looking at the two little heads with furry ears in front of him, Su Ci was a little touched by their cuteness.

He tilted his head and asked Number Three, "Do you want to learn too?"