Chapter 30: Jinjiang's first monster may be more novel than humans...
The first solution Mo Liang thought of was very simple:
Isn't the child worried that his "love" for him will gradually diminish? Will it suddenly disappear? Then wouldn't it be enough for him to be nicer to Li Zhuo?
then…
After evening self-study that day, Li Zhuo saw the familiar tall figure outside the classroom again.
Because the subject teacher stayed in class for a while that day, the two classes in front and behind them finished school earlier than theirs, and there were some students who had finished class outside the corridor.
The students who had attended classes for a day looked at the man curiously, and from time to time they whispered to each other about Mo Liang. Some of them who knew the inside story whispered gossip, whether true or false, in a low voice, and some kept looking back even after walking a long way.
"Oh my god, is this true..."
“Not only that, I’ve also heard before…”
“…”
Mo Liang had naturally heard them say that he wasn't like a teacher, but more like Li Zhuo's personal butler, but he felt it was right, and even felt very proud:
——Yes, I am here to take care of my child. See, that child is mine!
——It’s mine!
Just like he was very keen on cooking for his children and buying various items, just watching Li Zhuo eat the food he made and wear the clothes he bought would give him a secret joy, as if he was putting his own label on his own property.
Mo Liang himself may not be aware that this behavior is a manifestation of possessiveness, but it does not affect his ability to improve it time and time again based on his instinct.
When Li Zhuo came out, he also heard some of his classmates' words. Deng Yuliang, who was originally sitting side by side with him, saw Mo Liang and said hello before leaving.
Mo Liang turned a deaf ear to the students' gazes, his heart and eyes filled with only his own children.
He walked over quickly, reached out to pull Li Zhuo up, felt the warmth of his hand, and carefully and considerately straightened the wrinkles on his child's clothes.
While gently brushing off the dust, he skillfully cleaned up the remaining human tissue fragments, and all his movements were silent.
"Why are you here so early?"
"I miss you." Mo Liang said this confidently, not thinking there was anything wrong. "Are you hungry? Do you want some midnight snack? I specially prepared some shrimp porridge, the one you said was delicious the day before yesterday..."
Considering that eating before bed is difficult to digest, he specifically selected foods that are easily digestible and rich in tryptophan. Tryptophan is metabolized in the body to produce 5-hydroxytryptamine, which is further converted into melatonin, which helps with sleep.
Li Zhuo wasn't blind; he could see this kind of thought. And it wasn't just the midnight snacks; anyone with a discerning eye could see the thought that went into the other three meals. It seemed like anything related to him was something Mo Liang took very seriously.
It's been about a year and a half since we met, right? According to a social study, novelty lasts about a month to three months for humans, but what about monsters?
While Li Zhuo was thinking, he and Mo Liang had already walked down the teaching building. After walking a short distance forward, they reached a fork in the road.
"Why don't you come to my place and rest today?" Teacher Mo said in a gentle voice, looking at Li Zhuo with an expression full of undisguised affection. "Okay?"
The school rules of Experimental Middle School stipulate that students must stay in the dormitory during bedtime, but when Mo Liang took Li Zhuo to his dormitory for the first time, the school's behavior towards him was very ambiguous.
It was also at that time that Li Zhuo discovered that sometimes the rules are not so absolute. Sometimes some people do not need to abide by the rules, and sometimes the rules can be flexible.
Now Mo Liang is not only Li Zhuo's exclusive psychology teacher, but in the eyes of other students in Class 10 and even various subject teachers and the head teacher, he is already Li Zhuo's guardian at school.
In the previous final exam, Li Zhuo's performance in a certain subject improved rapidly. The teacher had prepared a certificate but had not yet handed it out. However, Mo Liang learned about it from the head teacher first.
Based on the above circumstances,
It seems that there is nothing wrong with Li Zhuo living in the teachers' apartment.
And compared to turning off the lights at a certain time every day, queuing up to wash up in the morning and evening, and squeezing into a dormitory with more than a dozen people, the beds in the apartment are bigger and more comfortable, the environment is very clean, and washing and showering are more convenient. It is of course much better.
But this time, Li Zhuo lowered his head and thought for a while: "Teacher Mo, I'll stay in the dormitory today."
Mo Liang didn't seem to expect him to refuse. His expression was blank for a few seconds before he nodded slowly: "Oh, okay then."
It had been a long time since he left the teaching building, but Li Zhuo could still feel the gaze staring at him from behind. The presence was so strong that he almost didn't need to look back.
What expression would he have now?
Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, Li Zhuo carefully recalled Mo Liang's expression not long ago and indeed did not feel that he was angry.
There was no other reason for him to say that, and he didn't even mean to do it. It just suddenly occurred to him that he wanted to try what would happen if he didn't obey.
I want to see what this inhuman monster will do when faced with my "unruly" behavior...
It turned out that this monster... had a pretty good temper. After hearing his refusal, he didn't get angry. Instead, his face showed more of a confusion, and then he smiled and said he understood.
Are you really not angry or are you just holding it in?
Or maybe he actually won't be angry?
As Li Zhuo's breathing gradually calmed down, in the familiar place outside the dormitory, the moonlight shone through Mo Liang's translucent body, casting an ever-distorting shadow on the ground.
Those shadows sometimes looked like a pair of spread wings, sometimes like a tangled neural network. But when the security guard rubbed his eyes and put on his reading glasses to take a closer look, they seemed to be just ordinary mottled shadows of trees.
The old man squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at the wall clock. It was almost time to check the dormitories. He took out a flashlight from the drawer while listening to the noisy sounds upstairs.
"These guys..."
*
Did I do something wrong?
Why don’t my children get close to me anymore?
【▄▄▄▄▄…】
He was like a human patient with Alzheimer's disease. No matter what the system said to him, he ignored it and repeated the same meaning and words over and over again with different sound wave frequencies...
【Well…】
0255 didn't seem to repeat the words he had repeated countless times: the mission target's favorability towards Mo Liang had not decreased, and had even increased by 3 points.
This monster wouldn't listen anyway.
As long as there is something about the child, any little sign of trouble, or even just a guess, he will become extremely sensitive.
Is the food unpalatable? Could it be that the 217 epidermal cells collected from the child's doorknob at 12:51:23 PM yesterday were found...?
【……】
[Have you lost control of your facial expressions lately? That's not right. I just checked and scanned everything again and nothing's wrong... That's not right, that's not right...]
【……】
*
On the second day, Li Zhuo had a sumptuous breakfast and a hearty lunch. During the break, he even found a hot drink with residual warmth in his desk.
When he took it out, Deng Yuliang was still surprised when he bought it, and Li Zhuo skillfully changed the subject.
"In the morning, you didn't see it."
"oh."
When he opened his pencil case again at noon, he found that all the slightly sharp stationery items seemed to have an invisible film separating the corners.
Stamp the paper, yes.
Poking the skin, no.
Li Zhuo tried several times but it was the same every time. Even the ruler was the same. He had no idea how the monster did it, but he was inexplicably in a good mood.
The weather is gradually getting less cold, but it is still a bit stuffy at noon and in the afternoon when the sun is at its highest.
As luck would have it, Li Zhuo's class ten had a physical education class together with two other classes.
Class 10 was not very lucky. There was almost no shade where they stood, and they were almost standing in the sun. It was cold in the morning, and everyone was wearing long sleeves.
A gust of hot wind blew, and many students were muttering that they were so unlucky this time. If they had known it would be like this, they would rather study in the classroom.
Mo Liang stared closely at the dancing spots of light on his child's skin, and quickly lowered the local temperature. Suddenly, a small patch of coolness came to the boy's forehead.
The moment the temperature dropped, his child immediately noticed his movements, began to look around, and finally fixed his gaze in a certain direction.
As if by telepathy, the direction he was looking in was indeed correct.
He seemed to see me.
0255 After scanning, refute:
Human eyesight cannot see you; at best, they can only sense or guess. If you've been together for so long, there might be a connection and intuition, but seeing is impossible.
He saw me...
【……】
He must have seen me. His lips just understood. There are thirty-seven possible outcomes from lip movements, but it's probably "Thank you."
【……】
Perhaps it was because of what happened in the afternoon that after the evening study session that day, when Mo Liang once again suggested that she sleep at his place, Li Zhuo agreed.
His children put their shoes in order as soon as they entered the house, just like it was their first time staying over. They also treated him just like they had done before. Apart from accidentally breaking a plate during dinner, nothing happened.
In the evening, he excitedly took out a collection of bedtime stories that he had picked out again.
The man sat on the bed, tucked the quilt for the boy, and read a fairy tale in a soft voice. During this process, Li Zhuo did not move.
Li Zhuo seemed very confused, but also seemed to be just calmly observing what his teacher was doing. He casually glanced at the bedroom, which seemed casual, but was actually decorated with meticulous care.
The sleep-inducing aromatherapy in the corner slowly exudes a light and elegant fragrance; the soft glow of the bedside lamp is like the warm sun in winter, gently wrapping every inch of air; the plush dolls placed there and even the temperature of the sunlight on the soft bedding seem to be precisely controlled.
Everything was so warm, like a comfortable haven built just for him. All his fatigue and anxiety quietly dissipated, making him relax involuntarily.
He thought, maybe the novelty of monsters lasts a little longer than that of humans?
I clearly rejected him yesterday, but he was still as nice to me as before the next day; he deliberately broke a plate today, and the man's anxious movements and worried expression were exactly the same as before.
Maybe he wouldn't suddenly tire of it? Or disappear as suddenly as he appeared? That would be wonderful.
As he spoke, the man's speech slowed down noticeably. He noticed changes in his child's heartbeat, breathing, pulse and other physiological indicators.
The child fell asleep.
I have just entered light sleep.
The man had a smile on his lips, and he carefully tidied the boy's hair with his hands. He leaned down and gently kissed him on the forehead and then on the tip of his nose.
The murmur was sincere.
"I love you, I love you very very much. I love you more than any other human being in this world, and I need you more than any other human being..."
His kiss was light and careful, full of love.
"I love you... I love you so much..."
It seemed like he only knew this one sentence, repeating it over and over again.
"I love you much…"
"I need you so badly..."
"My child..."
"If you don't need me, I'll be sad..."
If simple comforting methods cannot dispel the child's anxiety, what other methods are there to make the child know how important he is to himself?
From the first time they met until now, his children would ask him the same question from time to time, just using different methods.
——Why did I come to him?
This question is easy to answer.
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