"Yan Xiaojing, please go, you will be hurt. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to endure it. ”

Yan Xiaojing hesitated, and finally put on her clothes.

She walked to the door and looked back at him with a wistful look.

"Let's go!"

So, she left the room.

Just after 9 o'clock, Mr. X's Porsche drove into the McDonald's order lane, and he said to the two young people in the car: "It seems that you all like that movie, I'm very happy." I've thought of something more fun tonight, but we'd better hurry, because one of you has to be home by 11 o'clock. ”

Hearing the last sentence, Owens looked a little disappointed and muttered a few words.

The car stopped in front of the menu screen, and the three of them began to order. Owens ordered twice as much food as the loser, who offered to pay for his share.

"It's okay, it's all mine." Mr. X said, "But don't eat it in the car." ”

Owens sat in the car and munched on the burger, but the loser didn't move, just fiddling with the food in front of him in boredom. Taking advantage of the meal, Mr. X took the two to the field camp.

This is a laser shooting game venue for teenagers under the age of 18. The dimly lit environment of the museum seems to have a magical power, which not only makes the acne on the face disappear, but also dispels the timidity of adolescent love and dissolves the panic of the mind. That night, the irregular one-story building was overcrowded with mature girls and anxious boys with boring faces written on their faces. Obviously, the former is what these boys are hell-bent on pleasing them.

Mr. X brought the gun and the target vest, kept one set for himself, and divided the other two sets among the boys. Owens quickly stepped into character, quickly dressed and ready to go, the laser gun lying in the palm of his hand like an extension of his arm.

Mr. X looked back at the loser, who was clumsily tying the strap of his vest to his shoulders. I saw him slump his mouth and use his clumsy fingers to deal with the plastic buckles, looking a little distressed. Owens stared at him viciously, as if he were a delicious meal.

"Well, I think we can have a little friendly match," the three of them passed through the turnstile in turn, and Mr. X turned to the two of them, "and see who shoots more at the other." ”

The three of them entered the arena, and the area designated as a combat area was very large, enough for the more than 30 people inside to shuttle between obstacles, shoot at each other, and laugh loudly.

Mr. X's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness around him. He stared at the neon lights emanating from the other players and said, "Let's go our separate ways." ”

While the loser was still blinking and looking around, Owens had already rushed into the darkness like a beast out of the cage. After a while, the sensor on the loser's chest flashed. The poor creature looked down at his chest, as if he didn't know what was going on.

After the blow hit, Owens once again escaped into the darkness.

"You'd better take cover, kid." Mr. X reminds the loser.

For the rest of the day, Mr. X hid and secretly observed their every move. Owens is constantly haunting obstacles, moving fast and slow, far and near, each time appearing from a different angle, hitting the loser again and again. On the other hand, the loser, with every time the sensor light on his chest turned on, the confused and worried look on his face became even heavier. And the anger only made his limbs seem more uncoordinated when he moved, like a toddler. In the end, he simply threw away the gun and sat down against the obstacle.

Owens was outstanding, showing no mercy for his weakened and fallen target. Ignoring the fact that the loser had already thrown away the gun in his hand and leaned against the wall in exhaustion, his attack still hit accurately in the next second, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

This time, instead of watching the battle between the two with the purpose of evaluation, Mr. X chose to follow Owens. Owens was agile, quickly and easily weaving between obstacles, going around the loser's back in two parts, waiting for the moment to ambush in the shadows.

Mr. X anticipated Owens' direction of movement and dodged to the right, blocking his path. His laser gun was pressed against Owens' body and pulled the trigger.

Owens looked down in surprise and looked at the red light on his chest, which was the first time his sensor had lit up today.

"You've done a great job that night," Mr. X praised, "and you've been doing well so far." ”

Owens' eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to press it to his heart, blocking the light that flickered in his chest. "Teacher." His tone was full of awe and adoration, as if calling for a lover.

Yan Xiaojing wasn't going to let the old housekeeper send her home. She was too stimulated that night to have a courteous conversation with anyone. She came out into the street, looked at the street, and prepared to hail a taxi. As she was looking, the roar of the car's engine made her look up.

The old butler got out of the Maybach car, bowed and saluted, "Miss, the master called me, and he asked me to take you home." Besides, I ...... I'd love to see you back too. ”

He was solemn, with a look of anticipation on his face, as if Yan Xiaojing's willingness to accept care was a great favor to him.

But she needs some more personal space now. After all that she has been through today, there are countless voices chattering in her head.

"Thank you, or ...... No need. She forced a smile, "I was about to ......"

The canine slave's face suddenly fell, and he looked like a dog that had been whipped by his master.

This made Yan Xiaojing's sense of guilt spontaneously.

In order to live up to the old man's kindness, she changed her tone and said, "Ah, okay then. ”

The housekeeper walked around to the front of the car and wanted to open the car door for Yan Xiaojing, but she opened the door by herself and sat in the passenger seat. The old butler looked a little flustered in the face of such autonomous behavior, but quickly regained his composure, and a smile appeared again on his wrinkled face.

He started the car, and Yan Xiaojing hurriedly said, "I live in ......"

"Oh, I know where you live. We know your address at all times. It started as a neonatal unit at St. Anthony's Hospital. Then, you are taken home by that nurse. We were hoping that she would keep you, but the hospital forced her to send people back to the hospital. Next, you're put in a nursing home, waiting to be adopted, but we don't like it. The first time, you were adopted by the home of Mike Williams, an Englishman on Emwood Avenue, only to get sick and pneumonia, and you were taken back to the hospital. ”