Chapter 959: NO.82: Single Parent

NO. 82: Single Parent

Are you sure you don't want to come with me directly? Go see Li Hua, Yu Tai, and Nei Hai.

Now that I've done these things, I have no face to see them...

But avoidance can't solve the problem; it'll just bury the problem deeper in your heart.

So annoying, where did you pick up that meddlesome attitude again?

Alright, alright, you don't need to say it—I already know who it is. Anyway, I'll stay here first, then get a new computer; that's my way of atoning.

Then I'll stay too.

Get out! And take that guy Kailifu with you!

Eh, if you use the power He gave you like that and get discovered, wouldn't you be eliminated without anyone knowing?

You—! I have Anqi watching!

Anqi... Although Anqi is indeed quite strong, but an existence like the source of chaos... Kailifu, what do you think about staying?

No problem, as long as there are no those chains, I actually quite enjoy staying here with Heixi.

How come I didn't notice you have a self-abusive tendency?

Hahaha, maybe it's because I can't die, but speaking of Anqi... we should restore their original consciousness.

Hmm... It's also raining outside.

——

Xinjtiao Xi! Are you here?!

Several minutes later.

When Naite suddenly flung open the rooftop terrace door, what met his eyes was everyone turning their heads.

From the entire Lost Horse Team plus several princesses, to monster eugenics ideology, then to the Gurren Alliance, and even Jiaqizi Guang, who should be in the junk shop, appearing here made the already not-so-large rooftop entrance even more crowded.

Moreover, Aomo Lindun, whom he had always found hard to look at, shoved someone forward with both hands: "Anqi, are you looking for this person?"

Um... uh... hmm... Long time no see, you've found your own path, Anqi.

On that face, which shifted from resistance to embarrassment, then guilt, then a mix of emotions, and finally tried to become calm, many changes were seen by Naite for the first time.

He never imagined that face could show so many changes one day, and that final fixed complex longing actually gave him, who had already experienced other Anqi, countless extra time, making him think he no longer clung to Xinjtiao Xi, sending ripples that silenced him.

Never imagined.

Even though Aomo Lindun had mentioned her several times, and just recently said she had also come to this world, he never imagined that, compared to her, it would be himself who first didn't know what to say.

Originally he came over aggressively demanding answers: why had those four Anqi regained consciousness, why had the two Xis joined hands, why had contacting others gotten no response—

He fell silent before everyone's eyes, but fortunately someone behind broke the gloom of that silence: "What's wrong, Naite? Any situation?"

The Second Generation, she sprang into view with her usual liveliness, easily shattering that heavy atmosphere, and then jumped in surprise: "Oh, really appeared, eh, Xinjtiao Xi."

I thought Naite had been fooled by some false news; he's usually pretty stubborn.

Since they hadn't interacted much directly, the Second Generation's attitude was also completely natural; she took a few quick steps to Xinjtiao Xi's front, then was called by a companion behind:

Second Generation!

"What's up? Naite, just standing there doing nothing won't do," she said, then turned to the others: "But why is everyone here? Hmm, it seems the new century middle schoolers aren't here?"

"This time it's their turn to go grocery shopping with the shop owner," Aomo replied, lifting a magic claw to pick up a page of memo from the ground, "As for why everyone's here—look at this."

Gurren?

With Qianse's professional-level drawing, recognizing the figure on the memo isn't difficult.

"That's right, it was originally drawn as a reference for paper box props, but it evolved into the Gurren Painting Competition through constant one-upmanship." Aomo said, as his magic-forged claws repeatedly scraped the ground, then gathered from his hand several paintings of varying styles and quality.

On that memo signed 'Guang', there were even side sketches resembling character design breakdowns, mechanical structure transparencies unique to mecha design drawings, and transformation structure diagrams.

Upon this, a brown-skinned girl with cream-colored short hair raised her head, puffed her chest, crossed her arms, openly showing her pride.

Oh! Is the competition still going on?! The Second Generation clasped her hands, her eyes flashing with divine light.

As the sole technician of the Gurren Alliance, she also instantly became interested.

I'm also quite good at drawing design diagrams!

"Too bad, it's already the judging stage," Aomo spread his five fingers and shook them, "Now it's the final showdown; Qianse, Miss Jiaqizi Guang, and the Princess are fiercely competing—you can cast your precious vote."

Seeing that the atmosphere over there had completely vanished, Naite was somewhat speechless, yet he saw that whether it was the Second Generation's hand placed behind her back or Aomo Lindun's hand, lowered and hanging at Xinjtiao Xi's waist, they were both gesturing downward.

After furrowing his brow, he chose to follow the instruction.

Without paying attention to those guys still discussing the vote, he reached the sparsely populated top-floor corridor.

At that moment, looking back, he could see Xinjtiao Xi also jogging down from the stairs, looking at him she took two steps as one, quickly running up to his face.

"It's quieter here, sorry if my sudden appearance bothered you," she said softly, then lowered her gaze to his hand holding the wet umbrella, "Did you use it? That umbrella."

I had each Anqi prepare a good umbrella, but I really don't know if they're using them.

After a brief hesitation, he spoke the truth:

... They didn't use them.

"Ah, indeed," she sighed helplessly covering her eyes, Xinjtiao Xi said, "After being remodeled by Heixi, they've lost their way on the road; even if hastily treated and their will restored, their consciousness still unconsciously stays at that time."

Just let Gurren use the restoration beam, right?

Perhaps, so I came to find Yutai, but even if cured, she probably wouldn't want to show up.

Heixi?

Yeah, she once hurt them, deeply disliked them, and did many bad things.

So she doesn't dare face everyone, just wanting to shrink into her original corner to do whatever she can to make amends.

But we should still drag her out; we can't let her keep escaping like that." Naite said.

"Yeah," she said, meeting Nate's gaze, Xintiao Qian slightly shifted her gaze, but then looked back again, "Actually, just now, the one who should have been silent and unable to speak was me."

"Is that so…"

"But Xiao She's hand kept pressing on my shoulder."

"I noticed, I should have stabbed him."

"Huh?" Xintiao Qian, who hadn't expected Nate to answer that way, froze for a moment, then gave a helpless smile, "No need, I'm grateful to him."

"If it weren't for him supporting me like that, I… wouldn't have the courage to greet you."

"Even just now coming down… it was him who told me you were waiting below."

"That guy…"

"He always pays attention to the people around him; if it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't have returned here so quickly, and just now I completely avoided your gaze."

"You don't need to avoid, you also don't need to blame yourself." Having said that, Nate, whose heart had calmed and returned to his usual state, appeared extremely candid.

"To me, you've done nothing wrong; you gave me life, and I'm grateful to you."

"Thanks…"

"Yes, thanks." Saying that, he lifted the hair on his left forehead, revealing the red eyes of a monster, different from his blue eyes, "Because of this life, I can see more beautiful scenery through these eyes."

"So…"

He stepped back two steps, formally bowed to her: "Xintiao Qian, thank you."

"……"

Silence.

Both were silent, and in that silence, a gentle hand approached the lowered silver hair.

And not far from them, at the corridor turn, a youth with black hair and a crescent, and another youth with pure black hair stood together, with a brown-skinned boy beside them.

"It's clearly such 'unfreedom', why is their atmosphere so good."

"Perhaps not noticing that a person identical to Aomo Lindun stood beside him, the boy merely muttered."

And Aomo also didn't bother talking to the stingy hairy worm beside him, merely responding to Chen: "Still not getting it? The so-called hatred, longing, and obsession."

"You've already seen Peng in the electric mechanical king world, and also seen Yutai and Liuhua, Shima and the princess."

"Gagula ate so happily, yet you could never understand the surging emotions in that synchrony?"

"Can you understand? Aomo."

"I think you should ask the princess for her three key points; besides that, try not just to observe, but to personally get involved—how would that be?"

He turned his head, looking toward Chen's direction, also looking at the observer sandwiched between the two.

"Actually, even Qianlai is freer than you."

"Because she knows everything and chooses freedom, while you only choose freedom because you don't know the meaning of that irreplaceable unfreedom."

"……Is that so?" Chen asked, turning his head to look again at the pair that had finished smoothing their fur, the 'mother and child'.

"That's how it is." Aomo replied leisurely.