He's a blackened heartthrob

Chapter 97 [097] Let me feed you
NO.11 The clothes are crooked, yawning, and the hair is messy and uncombed, but she has washed her face and brushed her teeth. Seeing her appear here, the caretaker is a little surprised: "Didn't you always arrange for you to eat in the room?" ?”

Listening to the guard's question, NO.11 said casually: "The flying saucer said that if I can control myself not to attack others, I can come here."

The caretaker took out the communicator and asked the flying saucer for confirmation. After receiving a positive answer, he said, "Then you should sit with NO.12."

NO.11 After hearing this, he glanced at the child, who felt a little nervous.

"Okay." The little girl shrugged casually, her attitude was very indifferent.

This is a huge "dining hall", which accommodates more than 400 people.

Each experimental subject has a seat number, and the child sits at the same table as NO.11. When sitting next to the little girl, he was still a little scared because he didn't know if he would be attacked.

Soon there were more and more people in the cafeteria, and the experimental subjects who had just completed the test all came. They found their seats and sat down with ease, chatting with people they knew.

For a while, it was a bit lively here.

But the child found that NO.11 next to him was still very quiet. He turned his head and was taken aback. It turned out that she closed her eyes and was dozing off again.

After the fever passed, NO.11 woke up extremely lethargic, and his personality was not as aggressive as before. He was so quiet that he seemed to be a different person.

This is what the caretaker said. From the tone of the caretaker, he could hear the extreme dissatisfaction and disappointment.

But NO.12 feels that such NO.11 is much easier to get along with.

He tentatively poked the shoulder of the little girl beside him, and asked, "Are you... sleepy?"

The little girl was impatient at being poked, and opened her eyes: "Didn't you see that I am resting with my eyes closed? Are you still asking such an idiotic question?"

Being called an idiot, the child suddenly felt a little unhappy.

She pursed her mouth and didn't want to talk anymore.

After a while, the food came up, served in bowls, exuding bursts of aroma.

NO.11 looked very interested, and said: "The taste of creamy mushroom soup is not bad."

Cream of Mushroom Soup?what is that?
He hadn't tasted it, so he picked up the bowl and took a sip.

but.

No smell at all.

In vain, like drinking white water.

He put down the bowl in disappointment. He didn't want to drink any more at first, but his body needs the nutrient solution to provide kinetic energy, so he could only bite the bullet and drink it down.

At this moment, a shadow appeared in front of them.

He looked up, only to see a rather burly boy standing in front of him.

The boy looked tough, but he could still see a little baby fat. He was smiling maliciously and raised his eyebrows: "A new face, just from the factory?"

"Ah yes, yes! I am NO.12." He said, "Hi, what's my name?"

The boy said: "Number Zero Two."

He turned his gaze to the little girl, "Hey, why don't you talk?"

NO.11 was holding a bowl and porridge, heard his voice, and replied: "Don't eat or sleep, your mother didn't teach you? Oh, I forgot that you are all orphans, go and eat, little brother, cool It won't smell like that anymore."

No. [-] didn't know what mother and orphan meant, but seeing the little girl's indifferent attitude and calling her little brother, the anger in her heart suddenly rose!

Among all the experimental subjects, only he has the strongest ability so far, so when they eat, they will basically say hello to themselves.

No. 11 suddenly grabbed the bowl in NO.[-]'s hand and threw it aside. The bowl was made of stainless steel and could not be broken, but the food inside spilled all over the floor!
Immediately, NO.12 Mingrui noticed a change in the expression of the little girl beside him.

The caretakers and other workers in the cafeteria are not surprised by this matter, and they don't care about it, because the struggle between the experimental products may be able to better help select high-quality products.

The little girl raised her head slowly, her dark pupils stared coldly at Zero Two in front of her, she stood up suddenly with a condensed expression, the nurses and experimenters on the other side also prepared the record book, maybe they wanted to see Zero Two. Who is more capable between No. 11 and No. [-].

"What?" Zero Two smiled provocatively, "Do you want to fight with me?"

NO.11 was expressionless, and slowly clenched his fists hanging by his side. Everyone in the cafeteria stopped and looked at the two of them. For a while, the atmosphere was a little silent, and there were tension factors lingering around.

Eleven and Zero Two stared at each other for about a minute, and finally, NO.1 made a move.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two nervously. No. 11 also noticed NO.[-]'s slightly moving little finger. The provocative smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper. He was also ready to attack and made an attack. At the same time, those experimenters and caretakers also turned on the recorders, ready to record the battle.

Ready to go, swords drawn, everything is so serious.

Then, NO.11 slowly raised his slightly moving hand, his expression was cold and murderous, and when NO.12 took two steps back in worry and fear, suddenly——! ! !
No one thought of it!

NO.11 Turn your head!

Cried "Wow" at the caretaker who was preparing to record, and shouted: "My hand! Cramped!!!"

After shouting, she ran towards the caretaker. The twitching hand was still moving as she ran, as if it was alive!
NO.12: "..."

Zero Two: "..."

Caretaker experimenter: "..."

A group of experimental products waiting to see a good show: "..."

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No one expected this development.

I didn't even expect NO.11 to really cramp.

However, it's nerve-wracking.

The child waited in the room for nearly an hour before the little girl was brought back by the caretaker.

Both arms were wrapped in a circle of white bandages, which were so tightly wrapped that they could not move.

It seems that there is something wrong with the nerves of the brain, which makes the limbs uncoordinated after waking up with a fever, and it is a bit difficult to control.

NO.12 looked at the speechless and lazy expression on the girl's face, then walked over slowly and asked, "NO.11, are you... all right?"

The girl glanced at him: "My name is Jingshu, don't call it NO.11, I have a name." After she finished speaking, she yawned, as if she didn't really want to talk to herself, and she was about to fall asleep when she walked to the bed.

Jingshu.

The child thought, what is this?
After the girl on the bed had a fever, she was different from what she saw before.

Although it has only been in contact with NO.11 before, sensitive children can still perceive the difference.

When eating in the evening, the caregiver delivered the food.

NO.11's hands were wrapped in bandages, and she couldn't hold the spoon. She was awkward for a long time, trying to bend down and stick out her little tongue to lick it.

The gesture was naturally comical.

The child burst out laughing.

Undoubtedly, it got the little girl's eyes rolling.

"What a joke, you stinky kid." She said, her tone revealing her impatience.

"Ghost?" NO.12 blinked innocently, "But I'm laughing at NO.11."

He asked innocently and puzzled, "Is NO.11 a ghost?"

"..."

The girl in front of her was silent.

Then—

"Eat your meal." She was too lazy to talk to the child.

It is still what NO.11 calls creamy mushroom soup, nutrient solution.

The little girl next to her was eating hard, drinking water like a puppy.

The child watched for a while, and finally walked up to her with a spoon, picked up the plate, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her mouth, "Let me feed you."

The little girl didn't seem to be a hypocritical person, she readily accepted when someone fed her, opened her mouth and ate in one gulp.

NO.12 It was the first time to feed others, but he was very careful. He paid attention to the girl's expression when eating, and seemed to be satisfied with the taste of the food. Therefore, he seemed to feel a little bit of satisfaction in his heart.

After discovering that he had no sense of taste, watching NO.11 for dinner became his little hobby.

"Thank you, kid." NO.11 smiled crookedly, and rolled onto the bed after speaking.

Being thanked is a little sweet.

The corner of the child's mouth slowly formed a smile, thinking, maybe it would be good to just get along with her like this.

NO.11 who woke up with a fever, he is not afraid at all.

　It's early noon, and there are classes in the evening. ~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)