Chapter 11

The boy's fingertips were slightly cold, and when he pressed them around his eyes, he could feel the coldness coming from him. Amamiya Keisei narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed Tsushima Shuji's hand, held it in his palm, and warmed it with his own warmth.

“It’s been so many years, how could it still hurt?” Amamiya Leisei even made a little joke, “Unless you forcibly dig the artificial eye socket out, then it will hurt.”

Tsushima Shuji curled his lips and said, "What nonsense are you talking about."

"Then just think I'm talking nonsense."

Amamiya Leisheng reached out and touched the boy's nose: "You look so cold, how long have you been outside?"

Tsushima Shuji snorted, but did not pull his hand away. He just said, "It wasn't long. It's just that the temperature at night is still relatively cool... Sir, your hands are so warm. Aren't you afraid of freezing yourself?"

"I just came out of the shower, so of course I'm warm." Amamiya Rei suddenly realized that she was chatting with a boy outside, so it would be strange if she wasn't cold. She simply pulled Tsushima Shuji away from the pool and walked towards Tsushima Shuji's room, "Why are you staying outside? Even if you want to daydream, go back to your room and do it."

Tsushima Shuji put on his shoes and followed him obediently: "So I said I wasn't outside for long, but it was clearly my husband who was chatting with me outside."

Amamiya Leisheng laughed awkwardly: "Sorry, sorry... I'll take you back to your room now."

The boy's room was in the small courtyard next door, quite close to where Amamiya Reisheng lived. After closing the door to block out the wind from outside, he felt much warmer. Amamiya Reisheng also rummaged through the cupboard, took out a simple hand warmer and stuffed it into the boy's hands.

Shuji Tsushima said: "Sir, you haven't answered my last question yet." Were you injured in the car accident?

Amemiya Ruisheng fell into deep thought.

How can I explain this... It's obviously because the system is too broken that the vests he made are broken along with it. Not only does he have some physical defects, but he also vomits blood all the time. No one would believe him if he said he was healthy - at least Tsushima Shuji was always skeptical.

[Host, I heard you!] The system said angrily, [There's nothing I can do about this. At least you've got both eyes intact... Sorry, I tried my best.]

Before he could even say a few words of anger, his own arrogance was extinguished.

Amamiya Ruisei was optimistic: [You're right, it's just one eye anyway, it's not like I'm completely blind, this body is already very healthy.]

So he pinched the boy's cheek and said, "Why are you so curious?"

He smiled vaguely and said, "Well... almost. I just broke my eyeball, so I had to get a prosthetic eye."

"I've gotten used to it over the years - I'm much luckier than a blind person. I'm healthy now, and I'm not sick or in pain. Don't worry."

Amemiya Leisei said enthusiastically: "Although the artificial eye base cannot be replaced casually, the artificial eye lens can still be replaced. I have also thought about whether I can change to a different color every few years."

Tsushima Shuji was strangely silent: "..."

"I think your brain needs some work. It's not heterochromia." The boy said after a while, "You must be too tired. Go back and rest."

Amamiya Ruisheng touched his face, his eyes wandering: "The heterochromia is quite pretty... Well, okay, I don't think I'm that tired."

The young man pushed the boy to the bed with lightning speed, threw a blanket on him, and rolled him up into a ball with the blanket. He then leaned over to his exposed head and said, "You are the one who needs to get some rest."

"Go to bed early, I'm going home." He patted Tsushima Shuji's head, waved his hand and slipped away.

Tsushima Shuji rolled over on the bed with his dead eyes, struggled out from under the quilt, glared at the back of Amamiya Reizo who was leaving, got out of bed, took a towel and put it on his head.

"Mr. Idiot, your hair isn't even dry yet, why are you sleeping?" I'm afraid you'll wake up with a cold and fever tomorrow.

He wiped the water off his hair for a while, then gradually stopped. His wet bangs stuck to his forehead, looking like they were about to pierce into his eyes. Tsushima Shuji raised his hand to push aside his hair, then touched the area around his eyes with his fingertips.

His hands were already warm, but his face felt a little cold. He moved his fingertips possessed, and they directly touched the eyeball that was not covered by the eyelids. A slight tingling and strange feeling was transmitted from the eyes to the brain.

Tsushima Shuji subconsciously wanted to use more force, but the oppressive pain instantly woke him up, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

The boy blinked his sore eyes, turned around and looked around, confirmed that there was no problem, breathed a sigh of relief, patted his face, and sat on the bed.

After a long while, a childish sigh came from the room: "...What am I doing?"

Amamiya Ruisei didn't know what Tsushima Shuji was doing, so he returned to his room, washed up, and went to bed quickly.

But his sleep quality tonight was not very good. He dreamed that he was chased by a ghost and jumped off a cliff. Then he dreamed that he could not move and could only stand there watching the horrible ghost rushing towards him. Then he dreamed that his student had his eyes closed, shedding two tears of blood, and stretched out his open hands to him, with two bloody eyeballs in his palms.

He was so scared that he jumped out of the bed and almost fell to the ground.

After waking up, he was still a little dazed. The panic and fear in his heart had not completely faded away. He sat there in a daze for a long time before he came to his senses.

Amamiya Ruisei wiped his face and said, "What weird nightmares I'm having..."

He took out his cell phone to check the time, and found that it was only four o'clock in the morning. He gave up the idea of ​​getting up and slid back into bed.

It was still dark outside. Amamiya Leisheng had been rolling in the quilt for half an hour but couldn't fall asleep. He sat up frustrated, took out his game console and started playing. He died in the middle of two games. Not convinced, he changed to another game, but this time he died at the very start.

The young man put down the game console and stared blankly out the window.

The inexplicable feeling of irritation in his heart wouldn't go away, causing him to want to do something to relieve it, but he couldn't do it well, which made him even more irritated.

[System, let's chat?]

As an AI, the system does not need to sleep, but it is currently in a damaged state due to lack of energy. Normally, when Amamiya Keisei does not call it, it just sits there in wait and sleep.

[Host, I'm here.] The system popped up, [Host, are you unable to sleep?]

[yes……]

Amamiya said depressedly: [I feel very upset, why not find something to do to divert my attention.]

He remembered what he was going to ask the system, so he said: [System, can I go back to my original body and take a look?]

He has been here for more than a week, and has been in a coma for about six or seven hours. If it were a normal time, he would just sleep, but this time he is in a coma due to an illness. If he doesn't wake up, Mr. Sakaguchi will be so worried that he will go bald, right?

…Office slaves tend to lose their hair.

The system paused for a while before replying: [It is possible, host, but in order to create a vest and send the host to this world, my energy is temporarily insufficient, and you need to wait a little longer.]

Amamiya Rei said: [Will I be unconscious for a day or two?]

The system was helpless: [There is no way, host. Even if I have enough energy, the host's physical condition is very bad. Maybe he will fall into coma again soon after regaining consciousness. When the energy is sufficient, I can start to repair the host's body. This will ensure that the host can stay awake for a longer time, and you don't have to work so hard.]

[You’re right…] After thinking it over, Amamiya Ruisei compromised, [Then we’ll just have to let Mr. Sakaguchi wait a little longer.]

I hope he will stay in the hospital to rest and wait for others to wake up, instead of dragging his tired body back to the Special Power Division to work overtime. As for Mr. Sakaguchi who takes good care of himself, Amamiya Ruisheng sincerely hopes that he can also pay attention to his own body.

“So what is considered enough energy?” asked Amamiya Ruisei.

The system answered dutifully: [When the trust value of the target mission reaches 50%, the host can go back and take a look. By the way, because the host's physical condition is not enough to delay for too long, I think the host can choose a seamless mission.]

Amemiya was curious: [Seamless mission? Does it mean to complete the mission without any gaps?]

[Yes, host.] The system was also quite weak when it made a suggestion, [When the progress of this task reaches 80%, you can start the second task. The host can focus on the second task. The task identity here can be managed by the system. Host, you can come here occasionally to improve the progress. This way, completing two tasks at the same time can be more efficient.]

[If the host cannot adapt, the second mission can be suspended in time, and the mission will not fail.]

Amamiya Raisei blinked: [Is that so... Then we can give it a try later.]

However, Xiuzhi's progress is only 10% now, and it is unknown how long it will take to reach 80%, so he should just take it slow.

[Oh, right, the system.] After solving one problem, Amamiya Ruisei felt that he could start solving another problem, [Shuji-kun is not in a good mood, I think I should do something...]

He said in confusion: [But I don’t quite know what to do, should I give a gift?] But Tsushima Shuji didn’t lack anything.

Amamiya Ruisei had no experience in this area, and perhaps it was because he couldn't figure this out that he kept getting upset.

The system suggested: [According to network data, the host may want to take the mission target out for some relaxation.]

Going out? But...

After struggling for a while, Amamiya Ruisei turned on his cell phone, typed in the email box for a while, hesitated for a while, and finally pressed the send button.

That should be fine, right?

…

Tsushima Shuji suffered from insomnia at night and slept a little late. The new maid had not come yet, and Amamiya Reizo did not come to call him, so he woke up late in the morning. The sky was already bright. He had just finished washing up and was about to leave the room for breakfast. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Amamiya Reizo standing at the door with a lot of bags on his back.

"Good morning, Shuji-kun. You got up a little late today?"

The boy was stunned for a moment and uttered "Ah" in confusion.

"Sir?" Tsushima Shuji looked at Amamiya Ruisei, feeling panic in his heart, "You're leaving..."

"I plan to take you out to play. Go pack your things quickly. I've already packed and I've been waiting for you." Amamiya Ruisei spoke, and Tsushima Shuji's expression was stuck in the middle, and then went blank in the blink of an eye.

"……ah?"

As if he knew what Tsushima Shuji was worried about, Amamiya Raisei patted the boy on the shoulder and added, "Let's go to the fishing ground. Your father has agreed."