nucmednet Chapter 265 I want to experience it.
Chapter 265 I want to experience it.
Chapter 265, I want to experience it.
Qi Min felt a little puzzled. Seeing that the young boy was still sitting still and his expression had not softened, a possibility began to flash through his mind.
'Could this young boy... be unable to write?'
Once this guess came to mind, Qi Min couldn't help but think about it more deeply.
Yes...
These ghost children and ghost infants have been in this place since birth.
And how could those who only treat them as experimental subjects possibly teach them knowledge?
In their eyes, these ghost children and ghost infants are probably just good living biological specimens.
Why would I need to learn anything else...?
It was my own oversight that I only thought of this now...
Qi Min suddenly felt a little annoyed, seeing that the young boy was still sitting with his eyes downcast and an unhappy expression, holding the little ghost baby.
He composed himself and walked over to pick up the little ghost baby who was looking back and forth at them.
Just as Qi Min reached out his hand, it was slapped away by the young boy who had suddenly seen him coming.
"What are you doing!"
The young boy looked up at Qi Min with a slightly fierce expression, not understanding why he suddenly came over and took 0723 away.
But just as he was glaring at Qi Min, 0723 took the initiative to move, turning around to try to get off him.
The boy didn't understand its meaning, but he followed its lead and put it on the ground.
The little ghost baby climbed onto the bed where Qi Min had been, using both hands and feet. It reached out its little hand to pat the papers that Qi Min had placed on the cabinet next to the bed and made two "ah" sounds at the two of them.
Even though Qi Min didn't understand infant language, he could tell it was urging him, and immediately turned his gaze back to the young boy.
As a person with consciousness, Number 01 could naturally understand the meaning of the little ghost baby.
However, he knew very well that he really couldn't write, so he frowned and hesitated whether to just leave.
Just then, Qi Min, who was still struggling with his decision, suddenly squatted down gently in front of him, resting his elbows on his knees and looking directly at him without saying a word.
The young boy, feeling uncomfortable being stared at like that without saying a word, angrily questioned him about what he was doing.
"Ahem... I have a small request I'd like to ask you for a favor."
Qi Min first rubbed the tip of his nose with his finger, then lowered his eyes somewhat embarrassed and spoke, his expression seemingly a little shy.
The young boy was quite puzzled. This person's expression wasn't like this just now. How could it change so suddenly? He glanced at Qi Min but couldn't figure it out, so he followed up with what he said.
"What's the deal?"
"I just... I want to experience what it's like to issue tasks from your perspective..."
Qi Min spoke with a slight embarrassment, glanced at No. 01, then lowered his eyes and smiled, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.
"what?"
However, Number 01 didn't understand Qi Min's meaning. What did he mean by "experiencing the feeling of issuing a mission from our perspective"?
Seeing that the boy didn't understand, Qi Min began to explain in a low voice. The gist of it was that he wanted the boy to hold the pen, but he wanted to describe the task himself, to experience what it was like to issue a task from the perspective of a monster.
Number 01 looked at Qi Min, who was smiling foolishly with his eyes down, somewhat confused. He found Qi Min's request strange; why would a player want to give themselves a quest?
'However... that is a good idea.'
'That way, 0723 won't know that he actually can't write at all...'
Number 01's eyes flickered slightly, and she felt that Qi Min's suggestion was exactly what she wanted. She nodded somewhat reservedly and generously agreed to Qi Min's small request.
Seeing the young boy nod, Qi Min felt like laughing inside, while a slightly surprised and excited expression appeared on his face.
"Really? You agreed! That's great! Let's get started now!"
As Qi Min spoke, he got up and walked behind the boy, pushing him and his chair to the bedside table.
This action caught the young boy off guard, and before he could react, Qi Min pushed him there.
My body was immediately forced to lean back, the chair slid briefly and then stopped, and I was just about to lash out.
The little ghost baby's hand reached out directly to him, tilting its head and looking at him with its little face down, seemingly not understanding why he was so unhappy.
Number 01 saw her youngest brother staring intently at her, and the anger that was about to rise immediately stopped. She pursed her lips, turned her head, and wanted to find Qi Min, intending to threaten him and reprimand him for his sudden offensive behavior.
But as soon as he turned his head, a ballpoint pen was shoved into his hand, and then he felt a body carrying an unfamiliar aura cover him from behind.
Number 01 froze for a moment, but before he could react and try to break free, Qi Min had already covered the back of his hand, completely enveloping his hand, which was more than half the size of his own, in his palm.
Then he began to move his right hand, which was holding the pen, across the paper in front of him.
Number 01 stared mechanically at the paper in front of him, the words constantly appearing, and for a moment, he didn't know which thought to consider first.
Should we first consider Qi Min's boldness, or this unprecedented closeness with an adult?
Or perhaps it's the words that keep leaping out onto this pristine white paper...
Ultimately, feeling uncomfortable with Qi Min's presence, No. 01 chose to focus on the text in front of her first.
Watching one black ink character after another appear from the tip of the pen in his hand.
The pristine white paper revealed orderly lines of text as his hands trembled.
Number 01 felt a secret and strange excitement sprouting tremblingly in his heart.
Qi Min guided the young boy's hand, teaching him to write stroke by stroke on the paper.
At the same time, it seemed to be a habit of his to softly pronounce each character after writing it.
The young boy diligently memorized the pronunciation of every word he wrote, silently repeating the pronunciation in his mind along with Qi Min's voice.
Unbeknownst to them, a strange harmony had developed between Qi Min and the young boy, who initially had a rather strained relationship. From a distance, it looked as if an older brother was instructing his younger brother on how to write.
The text required for the task was not much. Although Qi Min tried to slow down, the short text was finally completed after ten minutes.