Chapter 33

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

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

Thinking of this, Number Eight quickly rubbed against Su Ci's side, and the two dogs looked at Su Ci eagerly. Although the keeper was sitting and he was standing, he didn't mind at all.

After all, this way, he could see the keeper's movements more clearly. Besides, the keeper looked weak. If he stood for a long time and passed out, who would teach him to play this flute?

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

This hand... is so beautiful!

He looked down at his rough hands with various deep and shallow scars, and then clenched them into fists.

Although his hands were not very good-looking, they were strong!

Strength is more important than good looks.

Of course, No. 8 would no longer look down on this new, frail and thin keeper as he did before, because...

In his mind, there appeared the scene of the keeper carrying him to the bed, not only covering him with a quilt, but also gently stroking his head, and... 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 No. 8's ears inexplicably.

He remembered this sentence, so he was very angry when the keeper only spoke to No. 5 in the activity room yesterday morning.

This big liar! He clearly said he would come to see him...

However, after he fell into a frenzy yesterday, he couldn't remember anything else. He only remembered that when he fell to the ground exhausted, the keeper in a gray-blue uniform squatted in front of him and put his hand on his head.

The picture was blurry, but No. 8 knew he couldn't have seen it wrong.

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

In the past, he had gone berserk and lost consciousness. Every time he came to, he was either lying alone on the cold floor of the room, waking up in a pile of clutter, or in the medical cabin, under the close surveillance of doctors.

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.

No. 8 was sad at first, but soon changed his mindset and even became proud. That's because he is strong enough to deserve the title of "little monster"!

However, he doesn't like to face those adults, nor does he like to stay in a closed medical cabin.

Like the two recent times when he lost consciousness, he woke up comfortably in his own bed, which has never happened before.

Moreover, every time he woke up in the past, he would only face pain and exhaustion. How could it be like this morning? Not only did someone help him wipe his face clean, but also sprayed him with medicine, otherwise he would never have recovered so quickly.

Who is this person who takes care of him and treats his wounds? It goes without saying. After all, who else could it be besides this new keeper?

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

Of course, this does not mean that he likes this keeper. He just received his favor, so he was reluctantly nicer to him.

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

Finally, he placed the flute horizontally, got ready, combined with the feeling given to him by No. 8, selected a cheerful and lively tune from his memory, and then played it.

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

He stared at the keeper blankly.

The young man closed his eyes slightly, held the flute horizontally with his flawless white hands, and put his rosy lips on a small hole in the front of the flute, and played it softly.

It was the same action, but when No.7 did it, it looked very funny. However, when the keeper did it, it felt... so elegant and beautiful!

And the song... was also so nice!

Even No.3, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly raised his head and turned to this side.

The little boy listened to the flute sound intently, his dazed and out-of-focus light blue eyes were still without light, but for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his face, which had always been silent and indifferent and unresponsive to the outside world.

He blinked very slowly, and through the melodious flute sound, he seemed to "see" something... It was a scene he had never seen in his life.

Unknowingly, the metal ball in his hand fell to the ground, and the little boy didn't even notice it.

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

One beautiful note after another flowed out and gathered into a beautiful movement. His whole body seemed to have an extra layer of ethereal and lively aura, which made his already outstanding features glow even more charmingly.

Halfway through, when the song reached the happiest part, Su Ci's eyelashes slightly raised.

He glanced in the direction of No. 3, saw the child's reaction, and a little surprise appeared in his eyes, and then a smile appeared.

Then, his eyes 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 light spots 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 his hands, tilted his head back and closed his eyes to listen. Unlike the surprise of No. 3, No. 8 showed a look of enjoyment on his face.

It was the first time for No. 8 to hear such music. He listened infatuatedly, as if he had returned to the days before he was sent to the Hell Star Nursery.

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

Listening to this unfamiliar song, he felt as if he was bathed in the breeze, as if he could smell the wet scent of grass and dew, and as if he could hear the chirping of birds full of joy. He

also felt the long-lost sunshine, shining warmly on him, which was extremely 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 was filled with disappointment.

"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 No. 5, but when he realized that his tone was not very good 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."

No. 8 never knew that this long pipe was played like this. He had seen No. 7 play it before, but he didn't make any sound -

humph, he still had the nerve to say that he was stupid and that he didn't know how to play!

However, under the earnest gaze of No. 8, Su Ci put down the flute.

The song just now sounded brisk, but it was played with great care.

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 missed the past.

So when he was in the mood, it was quite fun to share the beautiful scenery of the earth in the past with the two children and see their shocked and yearning expressions.

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

Haha, the former number one cultivator didn't dare to ask him to do so.

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

"You only played for a short while!"

Number Eight widened his eyes, but when he saw the thin and weak figure of the keeper who seemed to be blown away by the wind, his face twisted, and finally he closed his mouth.

The young boy went around behind Su Ci, clenched his fists, and punched Su Ci's shoulders flatteringly.

"When are you going to rest?"

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

Su Ci glanced at him, and didn't expect this little guy to be so flexible.

He handed the flute back to No. 8, then took out the remaining half bag of potato chips from the space button, and said while eating, "I won't play it anymore. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

No. 8 stupidly took the flute handed over by the keeper, but his eyes were fixed on the potato chips that he took out out of thin air like a magic trick.

He was not surprised by this ability, space buttons or space capsules, the young master was very knowledgeable!

However, he almost drooled when he smelled the delicious smell in the air.

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

He had been smelling this smell just now!

Number Eight swallowed his saliva, and his men reached out to snatch it consciously, but when he caught a glimpse of the flute in his hand, Number Eight stopped again.

If he snatched it, the keeper would not teach him to play the flute... Then he would not be able to show off in front of Number Seven, and he would not be able to get back at him!

Number 8 struggled for a while, but finally pulled his hand back with a struggle. 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 nutritional meals in the nursery!

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

Seeing that Number 8's expression was really pitiful, he shook the packaging bag, and then, under Number 8's gaze, pinched out a small piece of debris from it.

The boy's eyes suddenly changed from expectation to confusion.

Seeing the keeper handing him a piece of potato chips that was not much bigger than a coin, he widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Don't want to eat it?"

Seeing that he didn't take it, Su Ci made a gesture to take the potato chip back. Number 8 quickly grabbed his sleeve and said anxiously and angrily: "Eat it! I want to eat it!"

So Su Ci put the piece of chip in his palm, and watched Number 8 pick it up with great care, put it to his mouth and began to chew it bit by bit.

Such a small piece of potato chip would of course be eaten up quickly, and it was only enough for Number 8 to taste it.

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

The young boy tasted the spicy taste in his mouth 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 want it even more.

Unfortunately, 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 raised his eyebrows to the young boy and said, "Do you want to learn the flute?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Seeing the keeper so heartless, No. 8 curled his lips and had to force himself not to look at or smell the tempting aroma, "Don't eat, let's get started!"

Under the urging of No. 8, Su Ci put the remaining potato chips into the space button, wiped his hands slowly with a towel, and then looked at No. 8.

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

No. 8 was stunned. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything to make trouble.

Even when No. 5 wanted a handkerchief, he would take out his favorite hairpin to trade with the keeper. How could he be worse than No. 5?

But...

he didn't have a hairpin to trade!

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

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

. He waited with interest to see what chips the little wolf would come up with in the end.

Then, he saw the young boy suddenly stop.

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

Su Ci couldn't help but become curious.

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

After all, the old cultivation methods were probably lost. If the sound cultivation method could be passed down, it would be worthy of the peach blossom wine he drank from the first cultivator of the Sound Sect.

Thinking of the good 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 his waist 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's voice fell, 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, one of the soft ear tips moved slightly, and the fine and soft fur on the ear swayed with the shaking, as if inviting him to touch it.

Number Eight lowered his head slightly, using this action to hide his already flushed face, but the blush still began to quietly spread 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 drowsy yesterday...

the keeper secretly touched his ear!

And he touched it three times!

He must have remembered it correctly. Number Eight was still hesitating whether to expose him, but now -

the keeper can touch him if he likes.

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 big stupid wolf, see who can't play with this toy, the keeper can touch it as many times as he wants.

Moreover, compared to taking out something in exchange, Number Eight felt that his proposal was simply too smart and too calculated!

He didn't have much stuff to begin with... If the problem could be solved by touching the ears, then of course it would be better to touch the ears! Anyway, the keeper has already touched him three times, so he doesn't care if it happens a few more times.

When No. 8 thought about the surprised, frustrated, and reality-resigned expression on No. 7's face when he heard him playing the flute, he became very excited. Then,

Su Ci saw that the little wolf cub, who had offered his two furry ears to him, was shaking his big tail happily.

It looked more like he was trying hard to invite him to touch his ears.

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

What to do? He couldn't help but ponder.

Compared to touching the ears, he wanted to touch the little wolf's big tail more. The hair was fluffy, soft, smooth and shiny, and it looked like it would be very good to touch.

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

He looked over lazily.

He saw that No. 3, who had been hiding in the corner and closed in his own world, got 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, when he walked with the metal ball in his arms, his steps were firm, and he walked straight towards Su Ci without hesitation.

No. 3 had soft and shiny black hair, beautiful light blue eyes like gems, and handsome and cute facial features. She was quiet and looked more like a porcelain doll-like girl.

Su Ci looked at him, curious about what this kid was doing running over all of a sudden.

Then, under Su Ci's slightly surprised gaze, No. 3 actually leaned his head over, and a pair of tiny beast ears with fine soft hair emerged from his hair.

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

The hair was pure black, the same color as the child's hair, and was hidden in the black hair. It couldn't be seen without careful observation.

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

He tilted his head and asked No. 3, "Do you want to learn too?"