Chapter 187 Chapter 187 A kitchen knife? An axe? A saw? No, it’s…

This is not what we expected.

The producer couldn't help but look at these guys in his territory, and a big question mark appeared above his head.

No, wait a minute—isn’t this my home ground?

What are you going to do?

“Cough, cough cough——”

Several people were originally staring at Xiao Anmi, but when they noticed the producer's look of disbelief, their hands fell empty and they slowly looked away.

"That's just what I said. Besides, don't those guys still have to look at our faces?"

"Ah... do you prefer strawberries or cherries?"

"Hey, hey, is now the time to be fussing about this?"

Anmi was like a little kitten, being dragged and fought over.

The little body swayed.

If it were any other kid, the boss would have been unhappy a long time ago.

But for Anmi, being half-lifted up and fighting for it was like swinging on a swing.

As she was swinging, little Anmi swayed her body, raised her hand, and lightly supported herself on the maker's hand, easily leveraging the force -

They were all stunned.

Watching the little guy jump up easily.

He did a 360-degree spin and rolled before landing steadily.

Little Anmi looked up and was just about to happily call out the particularly supportive number five.

But just as he opened his mouth, he remembered that Number Five wasn't here right now—

Number Five isn't here—

The little guy pursed his lips.

There is no time to be unhappy.

Xie Ning came to his senses and was the first to applaud.

The sound woke up the students behind him.

"Wow!!!"

“Amazing!!”

"Baby, how can you jump so high?!"

"I've decided, baby, just like the bunny!"

"...No? What do you mean you decide what others like? Who are you?"

Anmi's slight discomfort was interrupted.

In fact, it’s not that he is so pretentious.

It's just that he suddenly possessed abilities that he didn't have before, just like a hearing-impaired person who suddenly heard sounds and adapted to the extremely quiet environment. Any slight sound could cause Anmi to react strongly.

He will feel wronged.

And it is particularly easy to feel wronged.

But because dad is not here.

He couldn't find anyone to talk to when he felt wronged, so he felt even more wronged.

But at this moment, everything was interrupted.

Anmi looked at them and blinked.

Special NPCs like the First Middle School will not grow.

Their temperament will always tend to be that of the age at which they die - young people, who are always eager, brave and energetic.

They will express their extreme likes and are also good at expressing their dislikes.

In such an environment, it seems particularly enthusiastic.

The producer has been with these teenagers for many years and understands their personalities.

Finally, he reached out and picked up the cub.

"Go, go, go away."

At the same time, he looked down at the little cub in his arms.

"You saw the person too?"

Anmi tilted her head and looked at the producer uncle.

"Now, go back to your evening self-study classes. Don't wander around the Academic Affairs Building for no reason."

It's because I know these guys too well.

The producer sighed.

At the same time, he looked at Xie Ning, who was much shorter than him and seemed a little dissatisfied.

"According to the system rules, you'd better follow them honestly."

These rules also have a strong binding effect on NPCs.

So now—

He is the one who wants to take Anmi back!

He won!

Watching Xie Ning finally agree.

Such a short guy followed the group of high school sophomores.

The seemingly gentle and polite producer felt a sense of superiority.

Then he put the little cub down.

Finally, he led the cub towards the staff quarters.

At the same time, he did not forget to remind the little one of the things to pay attention to here.

Don't run around here and other related things——

Of course.

There is another thing that the producer is very concerned about.

He looked at the cub and nodded.

Although he seemed to be in a much better mood than before, he was still a little absent-minded.

So, he asked casually:

"Birthday party? How was it?"

"Is it successful?"

Anmi thought about it.

Speaking softly.

"But, but it didn't completely succeed."

The little guy even pursed his lips.

It seemed that he was a little dissatisfied that the birthday party was not held completely.

But it's already outrageous.

The producer didn't say anything, he thought so in his heart.

As for Fu Gan’s rule and constant - it can be broken by someone, which is already an outrageous thing.

He would not have had any success, but now that has changed.

Because this little cub has changed.

The producer who had been smiling gently and participating in the event almost as if he was watching the fun couldn't describe what he felt in his heart.

What will happen if such rules and constants are broken?

He's not quite sure.

After all, he had never been able to break through.

Even though the rules for him are very simple.

But some changes can also be seen from the frequently changing world and the rapidly opening No. 1 Middle School copy.

This infinite flow world has undergone some changes that Anmi could not imagine because of his arrival.

but--

At this moment, Anmi was holding his hand, and they had arrived at the faculty building, at the door of the producer's room.

"Uncle also helped Anmi a lot."

Um?

The producer lowered his head.

Watch the little cub tilt his little cheek up.

The slightly curly black hair was fluffy and soft, and the round green eyes seemed to still have a trace of red marks from crying.

Serious and cute.

"My older brother and sister once told Anmi that in situations like this, you should say thank you!"

Little Anmi became lively again, jumping unconsciously when walking, and his movements were light and nimble like a cat.

The producer couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Speaking of which, I really don't know how you did it."

"Because Anmi is very perseverant."

Xiao Anmi spoke quickly, he thought about it and asked suddenly.

"By the way, I still don't know what your name is, uncle."

The producer was stunned.

His eyeballs moved strangely in their sockets.

He looked at the cub.

"Are you asking my name?"

At school, he is the school doctor, Teacher Li.

In the eyes of other dungeon bosses, as long as he has money, he is a producer who can provide support.

The producer slowly looked at his panel.

Amidst the complex rules, there was a scarlet light flashing with blood and ominousness.

[No One Cares]: You are a walker in the shadows. This is your territory. No one will find you. They won't remember you were here, won't remember your name, and won't cherish anything you cherish. You continue to be angry about this.

This is his fate.

It's his rule too.

They wouldn't care about his name.

Admittedly, it was just a code name.

In a long, long cycle——

The producer suddenly felt a little confused.

His name—what was it?

He even forgot his own name?

It seems to be like this.

The producer thought for just a moment.

"I think his name is Li something?"

He turned his eyes away indifferently.

"Well, it's been so long since anyone called me, I forgot about it. Maybe it's not that important."

And this is written in his rules.

Even if you remember it, it will end up like this, being forgotten again and again.

It was like a magic trick that Fu Gan, a former magician, would never succeed in.

Anmi stopped and tilted his head.

“How can names not be important?”

“Why is the name important?”

The producer laughed.

"Now that we know each other's names, we're no longer strangers. My older brothers and sisters also said that after naming Anmi, we truly became a family. My older brother is called Anqi, and my older sister is called An..."

The little guy counted them one by one on his fingers.

That's certainly not the name the makers gave them.

The makers call them numbers engraved on the doll's heart.

There was also a name engraved on it that An Mi had never called, but it had all been destroyed by Fu Gan.

The two of them have already entered the door.

It’s actually still quite early.

The producer arranged Anmi to sit on the sofa, and got up to boil water to make hot milk for the cub.

Hearing this, he just nodded casually and raised the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses which were gradually becoming misty with water vapor.

"You remember so many people's names? Just call me Uncle Producer. The rest is unimportant. Even if I remember them, I'll definitely forget them again. Not to mention that I can't remember them no matter how hard I try."

"Then Anmi, while waiting for dad, can you help your uncle find a name?"

There must be files and stuff in there, right?

The producer was slightly stunned when he heard this.

He actually shouldn't care.

But for some reason, after the cub said it so softly, the producer felt his heartbeat speed up slowly.

It was like he had some expectations that he himself was not even aware of.

"... whatever you want."

The producer said.

He turned his head.

Just about to speak again.

Then his expression froze and became a little dazed, and he stretched out his hand blankly.

"Anmi?"

The little cub who was sitting on the sofa just now was now under the wine cabinet.

He seemed to have discovered something from the gap between the wall and the cabinet.

The little guy is a curious baby.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground, holding on to the edge of the cabinet with one hand and reaching out with the other hand, trying to fish something out of it.

These corner makers are negligent in cleaning.

So the little guy, who was already a little embarrassed, turned into a little cat almost instantly.

He also tried extra hard - even pushing the cabinet open a few centimeters.

He dug deeper, and scraped up more dust—

Producer: ???

"Anmi!!"

The producer finally understood what Fu Gan meant by mischievousness, and why he always spoke of it so subtly, and always on the way to cleaning.

As a school doctor.

In fact, the producer had much higher requirements for hygiene than Fu Gan. He looked at the gray face of the little cat and felt hot. He took three or two steps forward and picked up the little cub.

The lively Anmi was picked up and shaken twice.

The producer took a look - he took a photo of the little cat with his mobile phone and sent it to Fu Gan, who had not responded yet.

Producer: You didn’t say your child is like this—I just left him alone, what should I do? Should he take a bath?

at the same time.

The players who are studying in the evening are still carefully following the rules.

But after the students from Class 2-3 of Senior High School left the Student Union Discipline Department, they began to discuss something in a small group.

They vaguely surrounded the shortest and most conspicuous boy in the group.

Of course, there were also some who looked down upon the young man.

The little girl was very close to the players.

That face stinks.

She seemed to move, put her legs on the table, and took something out of the drawer -

Is it a kitchen knife? An axe? Or a saw or something like that?

The players thought to themselves.

Is there an inevitable chase on the first night?

Under the players' vigilant gaze, the little girl took out a knitting kit.

Players:?

She carefully selected balls of white, warm yellow and pink yarn, and began to work skillfully while humming a little tune.

Players: ?????