Chapter 99

"If only I could have met him earlier. If

I had seen such a student when I was young, I would have worked hard to teach him and made him the best and youngest top scholar here.

Unfortunately, I am old now, in poor health, and lack energy. I can only give him enlightenment reluctantly, and I will not be able to do it in the future.

But adults can look for a better person and find a new teacher for such a good student. His talent should not be buried. He is really a very obedient and well-behaved student.

I believe that as long as there is a good teaching environment, a good teacher and many classics, he will grow up to be an amazing person that we are all stunned by.

Please don't bury talents!"

The teacher said with emotion, holding Green's hand.

"Okay, I already know the current teaching progress. I will visit him when I have time."

Green said.

"It would be great if adults really care about him."

The teacher nodded, let go of his hand, and left.

Green sighed.

The next day, the teacher came over and told Green happily that he had told Cream that Green was going to meet the students. Cream was very happy to know this and hoped that Green would go immediately.

Green therefore got the opportunity to meet Cream.

When he met Cream, Cream had just finished a class and was reviewing what the teacher had just taught and trying to preview it. There was a notebook next to her, which was the notebook for homework.

"You look very serious and hardworking."

Green walked up to him and said.

He seemed to be startled, but when he looked up and saw that it was Green, he quickly smiled.

Green was not sure whether his smile was trained or a subconscious reaction.

But no matter it was trained or a subconscious reaction, it didn't seem normal.

Because if someone had trained him to smile after being scared, he would probably be beaten in front of other people.

If someone found out that his reaction after being scared was to smile, it might not meet the requirements of some people.

"I didn't expect that Your Excellency would have time to come and see me now, but I'm very happy."

Cream explained to Green.

"Really? That's great, I thought you didn't want to see me."

Green smiled at him.

"There's no one in the whole mansion who doesn't want to see Your Excellency, and I'm no exception."

Cream continued to explain, he seemed to care about this matter, and his expression was serious.

"I didn't expect me to be so popular, that's good too."

Green nodded in agreement.

"Is Your Excellency angry?"

Cream asked tentatively.

"No."

Green smiled at him and indeed did not look angry, but Cream raised an eyebrow and did not seem to believe it. However, he did not continue to ask about this issue in the end.

It seems that his ability to read people's expressions is working again.

Green suddenly became curious whether this ability was innate or taught by others.

However, judging from his experience as a gift, it was probably acquired later.

If he asked rashly, it might touch his sore spot, which would be like deliberately poking someone else's wound, which is not good.

Green hesitated and did not ask.

But Cream saw his hesitation and guessed what he wanted to know. He smiled at him and explained his situation: "I was born with some ability like this."

Green focused his attention slightly and looked at him.

"When I got older, people noticed it, and someone taught me to learn this skill.

However, I am still young, so the person who taught me said that I have not yet mastered this skill. It's a pity that I have not learned it. You know what happened afterwards."

Cream smiled at Green.

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being stared at. Green had the illusion that the person in front of him might be very suitable for a career under the spotlight, but unfortunately there was no spotlight here.

In a sense, Cream was also buried in Green's hands.

"I heard from the teacher that you are a good student, so I came to take a look. You don't mind, do you?"

Green nodded and changed the subject.

"I don't mind. I always hope that adults will come and see me, but it's hard to disturb adults. I don't know when adults will be free, so I have to make a wish at night."

Buttermilk replied with a smile.

"What wish do you want?"

Green asked curiously.

"Mr. Make a Wish to see me today, or come to see me tomorrow. Sometimes I think that I might meet you on the road, so I make a wish. Of course, if I meet you, you will give me something as a reward."

Cream said with a smile.

"What do you want?"

Green asked.

"Have you got anything good lately?"

Buttercream asked almost as if she was taking things too far.

Green raised his eyebrows, feeling that he was a little offensive, but looking at his expression, he didn't seem to think it was offensive. Green thought about it, thought of his warehouse, and planned to take him to take a look.

"My Lord, don't you want to?"

Cream showed a sad and disappointed expression a second before Green came to the conclusion, and lowered his eyes, as if he had given up his request in his heart, looking very pitiful.

Green was going to take him there, and seeing him like this, there was no reason not to take him there, but seeing his expression, he sighed in his heart, unable to tell what he felt.

"I am willing, I will take you to see my warehouse, what do you think?"

Green asked him.

"Okay, that's great."

He raised his head suddenly, tears flashing in his eyes, but his expression suddenly became like a star that suddenly shone, as if he was happy because of Green's promise.

Green was stunned by his reaction.

Green suspected that he was acting.

Was he really that happy?

But maybe there was at least some sincerity in this performance.

Then taking him there would not be a feeling of being fooled.

Green thought silently in his heart.

"When are you free?"

Green asked him.

"He can be free anytime. It's just the basic text, he has almost learned it.

After that, it's just some advanced poems. There is no rush, so adults can take him away now."

His teacher came out and said with a smile.

Green nodded and looked at Cream. Cream immediately said that he would follow Green to see the warehouse, so Green took him away from the classroom.

"Do you like that room?"

Green asked him about his impression of the classroom.

"I like it very much, because I used to be in a very dark room, and I always felt that I would never see the light. Later, I met adults, and adults were like my light.

I stayed with adults, and I thought that I would be able to see adults one day, and I felt that the future was full of hope, and it would be good to stay anywhere.

What's more, that was a room specially assigned to me by adults."

Cream answered.

His answer was very positive, but Green couldn't help but become a little interested in the dark room he was talking about.

"What dark room?"

Green asked him.

"Are you interested in this, sir? It was a room with only one door and one window. Once you entered, it felt like you were in prison.

But I spent more time there than in prison, so I'm not sure if being in prison is any better.

If you close your eyes there, it's as if it's already dark.

Even if the sky outside was bright before you entered, you could only see a glimmer of light after you opened your eyes, as if you were going blind.

I spent some time studying in a room like that, and I felt that the experience was terrible, and I felt that the state was terrible.

I still remember that because it felt so terrible, I gave my opinion to the teacher.

I hoped that the teacher could turn on the lights or teach in another place, but the teacher said to me that if I If I move to another place, I won't be able to continue teaching.

I have nothing to say, but I have to learn, so I have to continue living this way, which is really terrible.

Every day when I open my eyes, I feel like I'm going blind, but every day I can still see, and I'm going crazy because of that kind of life.

Until adults appear in front of us, they have no idea how I felt at that time.

In that pitch-black world, adults are like the first person I saw when I opened my eyes.

Until now, I am grateful to adults from the bottom of my heart for rescuing me from that place. Adults are like my second parents.

But because I don't have parents, in my impression, the word "parents" is not worthy of adults. "

Whisper closed his eyes while speaking, and once again put himself in their shoes to feel the darkness at that time.

He had indeed stayed in such a terrible room before, but that was normal. At least, at that time, in that place, with his identity, everything was normal.

Everyone thought so, so he had to think so too.

He thought that no matter how he kept his eyes open, he would never see the light that ordinary people felt again.

There were many red bloodshot eyes, and he began to shed tears. He felt very painful, but later it was all fine. He thought he had adapted to that environment, but he was still sad.

The world in front of him was once all red, or all blue, and then all black. He almost didn't dare to sleep.

Because if he fell asleep, the world would turn black.

He couldn't sleep all night, and he went to work with dark circles under his eyes during the day. Every minute and every second of time was extremely clear and flowed before his eyes.

He only felt that time was stretched infinitely, and so was the pain.

He thought that there was no hope for his life.

Because that kind of life that was like seeing a ghost was simply not fun at all.

It was impossible for him to find anything worth being happy about in it.

In fact, the people in that place would not do anything to make him happy.

This made him feel that every breath was particularly heavy, as if a huge stone was pressing on his heart.

Until that day, he suddenly heard a piece of news that someone said that the enemy was coming.