Chapter 17 The Troupe Leader of Meteor City 17 (Edited - Not a good brain...)

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the windowpane and illuminating the boy's dark eyes, making them appear bright and earnest.

The black-haired boy had a cold expression as he flipped through the dull books on the table. His black eyes were slightly puzzled, but then quickly became clear-headed, as if the question that had been bothering him had been answered.

Kuroro closed the book, leaned back in his chair, and exuded a relaxed aura. He muttered a few words in a low voice, but it was too soft to hear what he said.

After these days of rest, the boy's pale cheeks have regained a healthy blush, and with his still chubby cheeks, he looks adorable.

He pursed his thin lips and spoke.

Kuroro stretched lazily, feeling warm all over from the sunlight.

He squinted, looking up at the somewhat dazzling yet warm sunlight, looking like a lazy kitten basking in the sun with its belly spread out.

The sound of the door opening came from the first floor. Kuroro got up, opened the door, walked to the stairwell, raised the corners of his mouth, and put on a bright smile that could easily put people at ease, as he greeted the people downstairs.

“Ayana, you go back…”

The scene downstairs was so shocking that Kuroro's words caught in his throat, and his bright smile turned strange.

His eyes widened, his expression stiffened, and his voice was hesitant: "Ayana, what is this...?"

The girl downstairs paused.

Compared to her peers, Ayana is by no means "skinny," and due to balanced nutrition and genetics, she is even more robust than other girls her age.

Even so, bringing back three unconscious people at the same time is still a challenge.

Moreover, if such a situation were to actually occur, the scene would be extremely terrifying.

On a sudden inspiration, she disregarded the filth and rummaged through the garbage to find discarded sheets and clothes, which she then rolled into ropes and tied together, attaching them to Uvogin, Feitan, and Phinks from the front and back.

To prevent them from getting hurt, Ayana thoughtfully added several layers of fabric to their backs to reduce friction.

Although its effect is small, it is better than nothing.

The three unconscious people were frozen together without any awareness and were dragged back by Ayana.

The clothes on the backs of the group were torn due to friction, leaving them with very little clothing and exposing large areas of white skin.

With a single effort from Ayana, they were pulled into the room and found lying face down on the floor, looking quite disheveled.

The first thing Kuroro saw was that vast expanse of white skin on his back.

He was so shocked that he lost control of his usually excellent facial expressions. His lips twitched slightly, and his dark eyes flashed with an unreadable color. He coughed twice, his face full of struggle, and after a pause, he finally decided to speak.

“A...Ayana, I...I respect you.”

etc.

What did you respect?!

Ayana was startled and reached out her hand to explain, but the system's mechanical voice came out at an inopportune moment.

New task released:

1. Heal Uvogin, Phinks, and Feitan and arrange accommodations for them.

2. Lead Uvogin, Phinks, and Feitan in planting potatoes.

…ha? ?

Uvogin might be a possibility, but to send those two unruly delinquents to farm is simply wishful thinking!

Ayana was torn between her inner turmoil and her temples throbbed.

Feitan was the first to awaken.

He wasn't seriously injured; he was just knocked into the junkyard, which is why he was dizzy. He quickly regained his senses and struggled to open his eyes.

The black eyes slowly opened, and the vision gradually became clearer. The first thing they met was the girl's light blue pupils, which looked very embarrassed and at a loss.

Feitan suddenly came to his senses.

He jumped onto the dining table warily, like a clever yet agitated and surprised wildcat, his eyes filled with naked vigilance and hostility.

"what you up to?!"

The young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes glanced coldly at Finks, who was lying on the ground unconscious, and threatened him in a deep voice.

"I'll beat you up first..."

But an embarrassing incident occurred that might leave a lasting impression on Feitan for years to come.

Because Feitan's clothes were already tattered and torn, with only a few pieces left, clinging to his body in bits and pieces, if he had continued lying on the ground, the remaining clothes might not have fallen off his body.

He suddenly stood up, and the last piece of fabric fell off completely. The straps of his white vest hanging on both sides of his shoulders broke, and the front of it also fell down.

Feitan was only wearing shorts, his upper body was bare, and his small frame was exposed.

Long-term malnutrition caused his skin to be unnaturally pale, every bone in his body to be exceptionally prominent, and he had almost no flesh on his body, just dry skin.

The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.

A wave of shame washed over him. The boy was very thin-skinned, and he was completely enraged. His cheeks turned from white to blue, then from blue to red, until they became a flushed red with anger.

At this moment, Feitan was like a fireball about to explode, ready to burst at any moment.

Ayana suspected he wanted to silence her.

He clenched one fist and opened the other, then slapped his open hand with the clenched fist and held a finger up in front of his face, skillfully defusing the tense atmosphere.

"Shall we... put on some clothes first?"

Seeing that Feitan remained motionless, his body tense, his eyes still fixed on the girl's neck, Kuroro's fingers twitched twice, a shadow falling over his black eyes, and he deliberately drew out his words, adding meaningfully:

"Otherwise, if everyone else wakes up and sees you like this..."

Feitan's pupils constricted sharply, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He snorted coldly, leaped to the second floor in a few swift leaps, raised his blade and pressed it against Kuroro's neck. His eyes narrowed, and his voice was quite dangerous: "Take me to change my clothes."

How could Ayana remain unmoved when her beloved son was threatened like this?

She was itching to charge at Feitan and knock him out again when she heard Kuroro speak slowly.

"It's alright."

The boy shook his head, his whole demeanor gentle and refined. He nodded to Ayana, his smile possessing a magical power to put people at ease. He turned to look at Feitan, his voice gentle: "In my room, come with me."

Feitan's icy expression thawed considerably, but the gaze in his dark eyes remained unfathomable, carrying a dangerous aura.

After Feitan followed Chrollo into the room, the other two also woke up one after another.

As expected, Phinks and Uvogin also took off their upper body clothing, just like Feitan, revealing their strong upper body muscles.

Unlike Feitan, they were not shy or irritable and quickly adapted to being shirtless, but Ayana was not.

“…”

Her ears turned red, her eyes darted around frantically, and her voice stammered. She hurriedly exchanged two pieces of clothing from the system shop, stuffed them into the two of them, and pushed them into the room, speaking loudly and impatiently.

"Put your clothes on first!"

When she turned around again, Kuroro was looking at Ayana with a half-smile.

For some reason, Ayana felt a little guilty, and a few beads of cold sweat even appeared on her back. Her voice was barely audible, and her eyes darted around: "Kuroro, wh...what's wrong?"

Kuroro's eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes drooped listlessly, and there seemed to be glistening tears in the corners of his eyes as he gazed at Ayana with a resentful look in his eyes.

He pursed his lips, presenting an easy-to-bully look, appearing pitiful, with reddened eyes, gazing down at Ayana, his sweet voice tinged with grievance.

"Ayana, why did you bring back so many people?"

It's like a kitten that's afraid of being abandoned.

Before Ayana could explain, the boy sadly lowered his head again, his bangs obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. He sniffled twice and asked.

"Do you want them to stay here too?"

Ayana's conscience was tormented.

However, the system's tasks cannot be refused.

This made Ayana's expression particularly conflicted. She didn't reply immediately, her eyebrows furrowing in distress.

But Kuroro wouldn't let her go.

He raised his head with teary eyes, looking at Ayana with suppressed resentment in his eyes.

"Could it be... that we don't let them move in?"

Ayyana: ...

Ayana: Okay, okay, okay, okay, I won't, I won't, I won't!

What mission? What Feitan? What Uvogin? What Phinks?

Pack them all up and take them with you! Everything else is meaningless in front of her precious son!

【…Host, please remain rational.】

[Missions are key to earning points. Without points, your life in Meteor City will become extremely difficult, and you'll be more likely to run into trouble.]

[While the little cutie is adorable, points are the ultimate prize!]

Ayana's heart softened, and she could no longer hear the cold, emotionless mechanical voice.

She swallowed hard, the words of agreement almost escaping her lips.

Kuroro's cunning, the result of his scheme, became increasingly apparent, and his eyes gleamed with the hope of rising in rank.

"Tsk, how disgusting." A deep, disgusted voice came from upstairs.

The black-haired boy made no attempt to hide his sarcasm, letting out a mocking snort: "To drive us away, you put on this show, Kuroro, don't you find yourself disgusting?"

Ayana's eyelids twitched, and she saw the black-haired boy turn his attention to her again, letting out a sinister sneer.

"Can't you even see through this disguise? Are you out of your mind?"

A note from the author:

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My other novel, "I Woke Up to Find My Bone Had Become Three," has already started. My next book is "My Superpower is a Large-Scale Romance Game." Please add it to your favorites! The synopsis is as follows:

After maxing out the character affinity in the "Heartbeat Spell High Plan" dungeon, Hoshino Saki eagerly opened a new dungeon called "Supernatural Ability Love Guide".

After logging into the game, the map didn't refresh, and the location was still in the Spellcasting Academy.

Opening her profile page, her character name card is no longer that of a superhuman, nor is it even the original spellcaster, but a curse master.

Saki Hoshino: Why aren't the things that should be refreshed being refreshed, while the things that shouldn't be refreshed are?

[The task has been updated, please process it as soon as possible!]

[Main Quest: Escape the Pyromancy Specialization!]

[Side Quest: Head to Yokohama!]

After several unsuccessful attempts to log out of the game, Hoshino Saki had no choice but to accept reality and figure out how to complete the new mission.

After several twists and turns, she finally managed to slip away from the Spellcasting Academy and headed straight for Yokohama with a clear goal.

But she never expected that the Yokohama espers were actually colluding with sorcerers. A certain six-eyed girl caught her on the spot, and she was taken back to the sorcery academy.

In the previous instance, she successfully raised the sorcerers' favorability to the maximum level. After the game malfunctioned, the maximum favorability she had raised in the "Heartbeat Spell High Plan" instance still exists.

However, that's not the point. The point is that the game characters actually tried to brainwash her and make her give up and leave.

“Sashi, you belong here.”

"Sashi, where are you going to run to?"

"Saki, stay for me..."

Hoshino Saki: Mission missions, mission missions, keep pushing the main storyline, escape from the Jujutsu High School, nobody can stop me from clearing the game!

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[Confidential Files]

Hoshino Saki, female, 19 years old, SSS-class esper.

Risk level: ★★★★★

Status: Under the control of the Special Abilities Department