My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 132 - 107: Fly to the Moon (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 132: Chapter 107: Fly to the Moon (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2

"Indeed... Since you like it, I can’t really say much. That girl is here, goodbye."

After saying this, the Mentor smiled at him and strolled toward the exit of the confinement room.

The layered metal doors opened one by one, and under the dazzling light, a white-haired girl walked in. She passed by the Mentor.

The Mentor stood outside the door, quietly glancing sideways at the girl’s figure as she entered the room.

At this moment, Ji Minghuan was lying on the table, burying his head in his arms, pretending to sleep soundly.

Kong Youling sat across the table. She couldn’t see his expression, and this time couldn’t figure out whether Ji Minghuan was really pretending to sleep.

She paused for a moment, then examined him like a little penguin from Antarctica, and slowly walked over to poke his shoulder with her finger.

"I’m dead." Ji Minghuan kept his eyes closed, stubbornly refusing to open them, mouthing silently: "I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead..."

Kong Youling wrote in her notebook, and hearing the scratching sound, Ji Minghuan opened one eye to sneak a peek at the contents of the notebook.

On it was a line of crooked writing: "Then I’m dead too."

"Oh oh oh... We two are already planning a joint demise in primary school, even adults aren’t as impressive as us."

Ji Minghuan hummed, "If this gets out on the internet, people will label us as ’darkened elementary students’."

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed Kong Youling’s pencil and wrote in the notebook:

Ji Minghuan (Darkened): About to destroy the world.

Kong Youling (Darkened): About to conquer the moon with the big demon lord who is destroying the world, Fly to the moon.

After writing, Ji Minghuan smirked and placed the pencil above his slightly pursed lips.

Kong Youling reached out to take the pencil, but he wouldn’t return it to her, persistently evading her grasp with a shake of his head.

She was a bit stunned; without the pencil, she didn’t know how to communicate with Ji Minghuan — although they were very familiar with each other, she still wasn’t used to speaking through lip-reading.

Ji Minghuan never used to prank her like this, and he never joked about her method of communication.

Before, when kids at the Welfare Institute took Kong Youling’s notebook and pencil, Ji Minghuan would always retrieve them for her, like a little wolf teaching those annoying kids a stern lesson, coldly saying to them:

"No matter what, you can’t joke about this!"

She stared motionless at the pencil on Ji Minghuan’s nose, tilting her head with her faint white hair slightly swaying.

Unable to understand what this self-proclaimed "darkened elementary student" was trying to do.

But in the next second, Ji Minghuan suddenly raised his hands and gestured, signing, "Have you eaten?"

While signing, the boy raised his head, flashing a mischievous puppy-like smile, as if ripples were flowing in his lively eyes.

Watching this, Kong Youling was momentarily dumbfounded, only snapping back to reality after a few moments: it turns out he wasn’t trying to bully anyone.

She thought for a bit and signed back, "When did you learn sign language?"

Ji Minghuan smugly pulled at the corner of his lip, averting his gaze, casually signing as he replied:

"When I was at the Welfare Institute, I secretly studied it from books. I just thought you didn’t like using sign language to communicate with others, so I never used it, but now that I’m bored here, I remembered it again."

He lied.

Actually, it was at that café, with nothing else to do, when he saw a book titled "Beginners Sign Language" on the bookshelf. He then controlled Xia Pingzhou to take it down and read it for an entire afternoon; at the time, Ayase Origami was sitting beside him reading a haiku collection, like supervising a kitten reading a book.

Kong Youling was silent for a moment, then silently said:

"I don’t like causing trouble for others, so I didn’t want anyone to learn sign language for me."

"Am I considered others?" Ji Minghuan paused.

Kong Youling shook her head.

"Then it’s fine," Ji Minghuan said calmly, then returned the pencil to her hand.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you feel it’s a pity you can’t use superpowers here? If we could use them, things wouldn’t be so troublesome..." Saying this, he lowered his eyes to look at the metal collar on Kong Youling’s neck.

The white-haired girl lowered her head, pondered seriously for a while, then suddenly reached out to tug on Ji Minghuan’s right hand.

She slowly opened his fingers, then used her finger to trace in his palm, like slowly writing:

"It’s just... a pity."

Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow, feeling the sensation in his palm: "Pity? What’s there to be pity about?"

The white-haired girl’s finger paused, continuing to write in the boy’s palm:

"Without superpowers... I can’t hear your voice."

Ji Minghuan was stunned.

He hung his head, silently for a long, long time, only then understanding that the superpowers everyone else longed for, for this girl only meant...

It merely allowed her to hear his voice.

At this moment Ji Minghuan suddenly recalled, long ago when they were in the attic, he once seriously told her:

"Kong Youling, you’re different from me. You have superpowers, and in the future, you’ll live in a big house. Someone from the Welfare Institute will take you away, letting you live a great, great life."

But her world is so small, it only has you; her world is also so silent, she can’t hear anything.

Even being able to hear sounds is already an enormous luxury for her.

For this silly child, even if you give her a hundred superpowers, they wouldn’t be useful...

Because she can’t imagine what a great life she could have with them.

Kong Youling let her head hang down, continued to write in Ji Minghuan’s palm with her finger, stroke by stroke: "Sometimes I wish I weren’t deaf... your voice, it must sound nice."

Ji Minghuan quietly watched the cold finger mark gestures in his palm.

After a moment, his lips moved slightly as he softly spoke.

"Don’t be like this; I’ve already said... I hate that atmosphere of deep sorrow the most." He murmured, his eyes slightly reddening, "I’ll cry... how embarrassing."

As he spoke, the metal door suddenly roared open, and Filio arrived again.

Like being electrified, Ji Minghuan was suddenly startled.

He fiercely sniffed his nose, rubbed his eyes rapidly with both hands like drills, as if trying to push back the tears and snot he’d just shed.

Then he sat upright, his eyes red, turned to look at Filio, pointing at his wolf ears, then lowered his hand to point at the wolf tail dragging on the ground:

"Ah, it’s a big, big, big, big... big," he sniffed again, "big, big, big dog!"

Then he suddenly gave a cold look, threatening like an assassin: "Go back and tell the Mentor, if the news of making me cry gets out, I’ll hang myself; if I can’t hang myself, then the darkened elementary student is going to destroy the world."

Filio was stunned, his wolf ears pricked up slightly, his small head full of question marks.

Ji Minghuan, 12 years old, desires to destroy the world to cover his tracks.

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