PitBabe series2

"Is it hot, kid?"

 

Jeff shook his head quickly. He hung himself until his head disappeared into the water and then bounced up again. It can be called a pleasing picture. However, I don't quite understand why this child enjoys playing in the water so much. Today, when he came back from the garage, he jumped into the pool since the sun was not yet shaded. 

 

At first, I was a little worried that it would make him sick. Or white skin would burn in the sun, but look at the boy's relaxed face and the beautiful view that I've seen. Maybe I'm too worried myself. I sat down on the edge of the pool, dipped my legs in the water, and inside a few people, the little mermaid. It immediately swims to my legs.

 

"Do you want to come in?" Jeff asked. He looked up at me. "You don't have to change your clothes."

 

"Lazy"

"Why"

"Lazy, will you make excuses again?"

 

The garage owner pretended to be displeased, but I realised he really didn't think about anything. I just want to find something to stir around. Jeff puts his wet cheeks on the front of my legs. Secretly pressed a gentle kiss like a child. Even when in front of others, this child likes to act indifferent.

 

 But I know best how cute Jeff can be when we're just the two of us together, perhaps because he grew up alone and isn't accustomed to showing affection to others. Jeff is quite careful in how he expresses himself. He will continue to soften when he is with someone he trusts. Except for Charlie, it must be me. Proud, right?

 

"Alan", Jeff called me in a soft voice. The soft cheeks are still attached to my lap. Like a big mochi, I can't help but caress his head.

 

"Hee?"

"I love you."

 

I like to hear that word from a stubborn child like Jeff. However, because it didn't arrive on time, it gives a strange feeling rather than a strong heartbeat. I froze. The hand that used to caress Jeff's wet hair. The backlash in my brain is spinning because I tried to find a good reason why my boyfriend said that.

 

"Why"

"What does it mean?" Jeff looked up and met my eyes. He smiled a little, looking at me as if he was laughing at me for acting panicked over a simple love statement. "Why are you shocked? Just tell me. I don't care"

 

"Are you going to break up with me?" That was the first assumption that came to mind.

 

"Are you going to break up with Jeff?"

 

"No," I replied in a stiff voice. About the breakup, just the imagination is scary. Since dating Jeff, I've never had that thought in my head.

 

"Jeff is not the same," Jeff laughed. "I just want to tell you..."

"What did you see?"

 

Jeff froze. The faint smile on his face disappeared. That wasn't a good sign at all. He stared at my face. I tried to read his eyes, but it was too difficult for me to do so. I can't guess what Jeff is thinking or feeling. Often, this feeling makes me uncomfortable because I feel like Jeff knows a great deal. In comparison, I don't remember anything, whether it's about him or even myself.

 

"Uncle... Jeff didn't see anything." Jeff touched his hand to the front of my leg and shook his head slowly. If I understand correctly, his eyes showed a hint of concern. "Just saying love is that strange.... Why do you think so much?"

 

It may be Jeff's right. I overthink. And it's not that I don't realise it. I've been like this for a while. Suddenly, the idea of 'What will the future be?' pops up frequently, even though I'm not usually this kind of person. I've never been afraid or worried about the future because I know it's something that can't be seen until it arrives. 

 

But since I met Jeff, my relationship and the future have changed without me knowing it. I keep thinking that 'Jeff must have seen our tomorrow' or is this going on the path that Jeff has drawn?' I know it's not a good idea. And Jeff must be sorry if he knows I'm thinking this way. That's why I tried to get rid of it, but it still doesn't work. Because of that, every time Jeff says, " I'm a really bad fan, even though he trusts me the most.

 

"I'm sorry," I apologised from the bottom of my heart. Before pulling the wet little boy into my legs and hugging him without thinking that it would make the clothes Ploy was wearing wet, I just knew that I wanted to make him comfortable. I wanted him to believe that I would soon erase those thoughts from his mind. "I overthink. I love you, too, you know?"

 

"Do you think Jeff will spy on my future?"

"It's not like that..."

 

"But as far as I can see, it looks like that."

 

"Jeff", I said in a deep voice. Looking at Jeff's expression now, I can't let it go. I'd rather not discuss this because I can handle it on my own. However, upon review, it's clear that I handled it very poorly. "My future is yours. I told you since that day." Jeff met my eyes still. He seemed to be listening. However, it also appears to be constantly searching for something. I know that my expression often confuses him. I'm also distracted because my distractions are no different, and I still struggle to manage them. That's why I hope he understands me. And accept my stupidity.

 

"What I feel now is not because I don't want you to see my future, but because I know. So that you might see it, I... I'm Afraid"

 

"What are you afraid of?" Expressing your feelings can be more challenging than you think. Jeff doesn't understand what I'm talking about. And I'm getting increasingly nervous because I'm afraid of saying something that will lead Jeff to misunderstand. "Do you think Jeff is this scary?"

 

"No, Jeff, not at all." But it's not in time. Jeff has misunderstood that I'm afraid of his ability. "I'm afraid that if you see something that's not good in my future, you'll want to try to fix it. I know you love me. If something happens to me, you can't stand it. But on the other hand... I can't do anything."

 

Jeff's eyebrows, which used to be slightly wrinkled, were loosened, as my explanation suggested.

 

"In the past, I felt like you recognised and tried to manage everything by yourself.

I've always been alone. It's like you're the only one who takes care of me and protects me."

 

"Alan..."

"I feel very stingy. I'm unable to assist you. Special like you"

 

That's not what I thought in my head. I didn't mean to cut off, and of course, I didn't plan to act like this loser —maybe because I'm too stingy. That's why I blurted out like that. It's like it's Jeff's fault, even though he didn't do anything wrong. My boyfriend... He is never wrong.

 

"Why do you say that?" Jeff's palms are cold because he has been soaking in the water. Two small hands raised to my cheek and grabbed it to force eye contact because I kept looking down at my toes for a while. "Don't you know why Jeff is with you?"

 

"Because I'm old?"

"Do you want to know or just want to stare at your feet?"

"I'm sorry."

 

"Alan," Jeff said to me in a soft voice. It's not often that we hear anything like this. His tone is even gentler than when talking to Charlie. And I'm sure that only I have the right to listen to it. "I like you normally."

 

"I don't like that much."

"You must be happy. I have something that Jeff doesn't have." 

 

I don't quite understand what he said. I don't know how to take pride in my normality. I feel like Jeff is saying, 'Jeff likes you because you suck.' I don't know any other way.

 

"There is nothing normal in Jeff's life. Does he think Jeff wants to have it? It may look cool. However, the life that must be lived to understand other people's experiences is not at all appealing. This is hell. Don't you know?"

 

"I know...

 

"Nowadays, Jeff is counting the days, Alan. Waiting for the medicine to work. Jeff will be able to take it out. For once, Jeff doesn't want to live like this anymore." The restrainedness burst out—the torture and patience of fighting hard in Jeff's body. I can't believe that this child can handle it alone. And it's unbelievable. I can't understand him, even though I should be the most enlightened person. There is no need for him to explain anything to the wound. "What I think is normal, Jeff just came to see when I was with you. I don't know how ordinary you are. How special it is for Jeff."

 

Not just words, but Jeff's facial expression and eyes said so. And this is considered new information. I never knew what kind of eyes Jeff looked at me with. Sometimes I feel like an uncle who tries to do everything to be the best. But in the end, it seems funny rather than cool.

 

Sometimes I feel like Jeff is here because I asked him to stay, but now I'm more confident. Very much, I know that he is here because I am ordinary. I am an ordinary person. Sounds like a special person... Do you say that?

 

"Sigh..." Once again, I pulled Jeff into a hug, but this time my heart was not heavy.

Just now, "I'm sorry for being stupid."

 

"It's not stupid, it's just an old man who overthinks."

"Well, let it be old, but it's me."

 

I held this extraordinary child in my arms, pressed my face into the scent of wet hair, and smelled the shampoo mixed with chlorine from the pool. I listened to his soft laughter, hoping it would last forever. And if I were the cause of it, that would be the most wonderful thing.

 

"Try to tell Charlie to make a medicine to move Charlie. Bring it to me instead."

"Do you want it?"

 

"Well, I'll be a fortune teller. Collect expensive teacher fees. Take the money to make a new pool for your boyfriend. Give it to me, Bigger than this."

"Let's try to ask Charlie."

 

I know my words are ridiculous. Even Jeff laughs. But some nights I dream of it. A faint dream about the day I have enough strength to do anything for my special person. The day I will be less ordinary... A little bit

 

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I was walking on the track, wearing a complete racer's uniform. The familiar atmosphere of the racing track should make you feel at ease. But today is different from every other day. It's empty, devoid of people —racers, crews, and spectators. There is no car. And it's quiet. Even the calmest day of The Hollow has never been so lonely.

 

I walked forward aimlessly. I didn't dare to turn around. Because I didn't even know where I was walking from. My body was heavy. I felt slower than ever. Everything looked increasingly fearsome until I saw someone's back. He stood ten metres away from me. Wearing a racing suit like me, and even if I didn't turn around, I immediately knew who he was.

 

"Charlie!"

 

I shouted at the top of my voice. But the other party didn't respond. Even though I'm sure I have to hear it anyway, besides, that kid has a good ear to die for. He has my sense. It's impossible not to hear such a loud sound.

 

"Charlie!"

 

I shouted again. This time I tried to run, but my body moved too much. And what's more frustrating is that Charlie is still the same. No matter how fast I run, I still can't catch up to him.

 

"If you don't turn around, I won't follow you anymore!" Out of anger, I shouted out.

 

 I can't believe that it worked. Charlie turned around. He smiled widely as soon as he saw my face. The heart that used to be uncomfortable, as if it were caught. Stuffed in a small box, it has come back to dance freely again. The child opened his arms and nodded gently as a way to tell me to run in. So I started running again.

 

My body felt dizzy, like a fluffy cloud. Every step pushed me closer to him. Charlie smiled brightly. Calling me 'Babe' with a kind voice, like every time.

 

"Are you tired?" Charlie asked when I finally stood before him. That long finger brushed the hair in front of me. He continued this habit until it became a routine.

 

"Tired," I replied in a stiff voice, looking at Charlie's eyes. "Why do you have to run with me? Why? Don't walk to find it."

 

"I've been running after the baby a lot, baby after me a little bit."

"What? Are you suddenly low-hearted?"

 

"No," Charlie replied with a smile as usual. Before moving in to hug me, his hug was close to what I recognised, yes... It's close, but not completely. In my memory, it's warmer and more comfortable. But this hug is different. It's warm. But it's not safe enough for me to close my eyes. Deep down, I feel it's strangely lonely. I know this person is not Charlie. "Well done, very good. Yes, Babe."

 

"What's yours..." I muttered, but still stood for him to hug. "So where did the other person go? It's over. Why are there only two of us?"

 

"Huh... Where are the two?"

"Well, this is it..."

 

My voice dried up in the blink of an eye when I turned to look around the racetrack that used to be deserted but was still sunny. Now it's dark, as if someone had suddenly come to steal the sun. The cold wind blows. The Hollow sign fell off the steel frame. This is the same as The Hollow, but in an abandoned version that has been out of use for at least 5 years.

 

"Everyone is here." This is not Charlie's voice. It's an equally familiar voice, but I can't quite make it out.

 

"Ai Ye..." My body was numb from head to feet when I turned to see Way standing next to me. He wears a black shirt and slacks of the same colour. On the neck, the necklace I gave him many years ago. His face is comfortable, standing in his pants pockets like he likes to do when he stands looking at me on the sidelines of the field. Both his face and posture are the same, every finger. Plus, he can move as he has in every life. "You... This is...."

 

"When will we be able to eat at my aunt's restaurant again?"

 

The moment Way smiled at me, I realised it was a dream. A dream that didn't just appear for the first time. But how many times, I don't know, since my only best friend passed away. Tears... Flowed out unexpectedly.

 

"Sing for me again" Suddenly, a sound intervened. He stood on the other side, next to Charlie and me. This is another person whose voice I recognise. Yes, no.... From the sound of breathing before uttering words.

 

"How many times have you told me that if you want to succeed, don't be sneered at?"

 

This is the worst dream I can imagine. The influential people in my life whom I can no longer touch or talk to. Suddenly, they came back to stand next to me, acting normally, speaking as if I were still flesh and blood. As if the story two years ago never happened.

 

"I want to wake up." I tucked my face down on Charlie's shoulder, muttering like praying, even though I don't have any religion or cult on this planet.

"Hee?"

"I want to wake up," I repeated, "Wake me up."

 

"I can't do it."

"How can you not? Just wake up."

 

"This dream..

... Babe has to wake up by himself."

 

Charlie's voice is so warm that it's a positive, not a negative. I still feel good hearing his voice nearby, which is different but better than the two guys standing next to him.

 

"Are you going, son?" Tony said.

"Wait." Way himself seemed to say goodbye. Even though his voice was not as annoying as the old dog's, hearing that voice was bruising. It made me want to cry.

 

"Come back again"

 

I don't want to come back. But I'm sure I'll come back again. The body that used to be heavy is gradually getting lighter. The previously semi-paralysed parts are progressively regaining control. Even though it's not one hundred per cent, I can feel my body again. I try to open my eyes. But that seems too tricky, so I move the other parts first. Move, turn slowly, and swing your hand to the side. Looking for someone who should be lying next to me. But no matter where I swing my hand, I can't find it. That's why my heart is beating so fast; that's scary. Charlie... Where are you going?

 

As soon as that thought came into my head, my heart was pounding so fast that I almost caught the rhythm. The brain rushed forward. Imagine the worst event, no less than ten scenes. Sweating even though I haven't moved much. The room inside the room is still filled with cold air from the air conditioner. From being confused, I couldn't open my eyes. Suddenly, every part of the body was vigilant. I opened my eyes. My mouth was about to open. But I was about to shout. But I was covered by someone's palm.

 

"Here"

Charlie whispered. His expression didn't look shocked at all. I pretended to open my mouth before I couldn't wake up. He's dealt with this kind of behaviour of mine a hundred times. Charlie has adapted to it. Only I'm still unable to handle it.

 

"I said I had to be startled. I'll walk to wake me up." Charlie slowly let go of the hand that was covering my mouth. He raised a small smile and gently kissed my forehead before saying, "Good morning, Babe."

 

I sighed heavily. He is still... Charlie didn't disappear anywhere.

 

"Nightmare," my voice was hoarse, but I still tried to speak.

"Uh, I know."

 

"Sit and watch me fall asleep again?"

 

"No, I walked in and woke you up. I saw you lying on the bed. Who didn't know that they were dreaming?" The mouth said mockingly. His hands gently massaged my messy hair. Squeezed and stroked the back of my neck because it was the part that I was the most tense in when I had a nightmare. 

 

The little thing I didn't care about was myself. Charlie remembered it all. Many times, it is aware of me and has lost everything. But there are times like that as well. The name is annoying. Today, I still give the wrong definition: the conclusion is that this child is stupid or clever. Is it the same dream again?"

 

"Well... Similar to the original"

"The next time you go to see a doctor, please tell the doctor."

 

"I'm bored, tell me every time"

 

"Tell me." Charlie's tone of voice is more serious every time it comes to the doctor or the psychiatrist I met because of the incident two years ago, plus the accumulated bowl. Since I was a child, it hasn't been normal for me. Charlie begged me to go to a psychiatrist, which helps a little. I feel more secure. However, that doesn't mean I can get through the whole story. At least this crazy dream is still stuck in the subconscious. Not going to disappear easily. "I can't help this, babe, you have to try a little."

 

"Uh... I know." He said something like this. What can I do? Finally, I have to ask you, anyway. "I've already told you."

 

"Very good"

 

"So where are you going?" When I fully returned to the real world, I began to notice that Charlie was dressed as if that were going out. The faint smell of perfume around him was another sign. Because if he were in the room, this child wouldn't spray perfume anyway.

 

"I'm going to the university. I have an appointment with the teacher today," Charlie replied, tilting his neck slightly as if surprised that I asked like that. I told you last night; did you forget?

 

"Well, I forgot."

"Memory depends on age."

 

"Wan, wait a minute." I raised my hand to pose for a hit at the nervous person. But Charlie pushed faster. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to kiss me. You know how to do it. I know what to do and survive. "What time will you finish? Will you cook it yourself or order it for you?"

 

"Babe ordered him to eat by himself. I don't know if I'll be back in time for dinner."

"Huh? Did you talk for that long?"

 

"It won't be long with the teacher, but I'll go see the medicine at the lab."

"You have a lot of work. You don't have a single baht."

 

"My boyfriend is already rich. Why do you bring so much money?" Although it's true, it's still worthwhile. I can't help but secretly pinch it. "Oh! Tell me not to play, it hurts, do you listen?"

 

"A little bit, keep in the guts."

 

Charlie rubbed his arms and made a dog face. It's like I was smashed with my fist, even though it was just a light pinch. I'm getting noisier. I don't know who got the habit from.

 

"Well, and this. Have you met my father?" Talking about the project: Ya, that's up. I can't help but ask about the old man who set up this story. I don't know where to start discussing it. I realised again. Charlie began to take the project to help those with special senses more seriously.

 

"Uncle? I see it sometimes, but not often. Uncle rarely leaves the house. He doesn't like me to go to you," Charlie replied. Although we don't see each other often, I'm confident that this kid sees my father more often than I do, like a real son. "Most of them call. Talk more"

 

"Well..."

"Babe should call. Find him."

 

"I'll call. Stay"

"When was the latest?"

 

"Last month, I think." I tried to review my last memory of talking on the phone with my father. It was difficult because the conversation was repetitive. I don't recall the last time. However, I remember the content of the conversation accurately. "How is it?"

 

'Have you eaten yet?' 'Take care of your health, ' Dad said exactly like this. "Why?" Charlie's face didn't look very impressed with my answer. That guy looked at me. For example, when I accidentally washed white clothes with coloured fabrics.

 

"No call. A little more often than that?"

"But there's nothing to talk about."

 

"Just asking how you are. Have you eaten yet?"

"Every time I ask like that"

 

"Don't you miss your father?"

 

"I miss when I called. How about it? I just don't think about it often." I replied without thinking, but Charlie sighed, made big eyes, and rolled them back and forth. He always does that all the time when he's heavy on something. But now there's something to do.

 

"Aren't you glad he's back?"

"I'm happy, but I'm not close to him."

 

I swear it's not irony. I'm not as close to my father as I am to my boyfriend. Charlie is indeed closer to his father, and I'm glad it's like that. These two individuals share a commonality. He spoke in the same language, so they quickly became close. Now, my father is like a counsellor to Charlie about the project to help those with a special sense. The two of them have endless things to talk about. As for me, it's just about raw suffering, so just asking once in a while is enough.

 

"Don't make a dog face. I don't say you." I gently pushed Charlie's shoulder when I saw the dog making a face, as if he was feeling guilty for something he wasn't wrong for at all. "I mean that. I haven't seen my father for decades. Asked if I was happy to meet again, I replied that I was. 

 

But to be honest, even though he and I are close in blood. But in real life, we are like people who don't even know each other. He knows nothing about me. I don't know anything about him. It's strange to act as a father and child suddenly."

 

Charlie was silent for a moment before saying. "It's true," he nodded slowly, as if he was thinking about what I had just said and understood calmly, completely separating his mind from his thoughts and prejudices.

 

"Sorry, I forgot to think about this place."

 

"Don't apologise, I know you're worried." I sighed softly, stretched out my hand to touch the back of the kind boy's hand. "But I'm fine. This is okay. And I think my father is okay, too. Even though I didn't get out with him much, he's not lonely. Anyway, there's you."

 

"I'm not his child at all."

"No, it's close. You spend more time with him than with me."

 

"Babe, how can I go further?" Charlie laughed. What I said is exaggerated. But believe me, it's well-founded. Therefore, I have the right to be sarcastic, and my protest is justified. "If possible, I would like to eat with Babe every meal, but there are many things I have to do. I may have to ask for permission to divide the time for something else, but Babe is still number one."

 

"So talkative." Charlie's talkativeness is both proud and annoying. Of course, I'm proud of his intelligence (because it makes him look super sexy), but at the same time, he uses this talkativeness to fight me, which I have managed to avoid losing every time. The most frustrating thing is saying that, will I dare to say "you"?

 

"Babe doesn't care about me because Babe supports everything I want to do."

"Can you hypnotise too?"

 

"No, that one is Way's." I laughed. He's cunning for always talking about me in such a good way.

 

Some 'Babe is kind', some 'Babe supports me in everything'. It should be a psychological explanation for why I obey him. Or gradually change my character. Little by little, I wouldn't have called myself a kind person before. Self-willed and selfish, I should have explained my identity better. But because Charlie kept saying that I was like that until now, I've begun to believe that I might be a kind person.

 

"I already support you in everything. I want anything. And it's time for me to ask.

What? You've already indulged me."

 

"Have I ever not pleased Babe?"

"A lot, a lot of things."

"Some places where Babe gets a lot of spoilers"

 

"No... True," I want to argue. But when I saw Charlie's face, I couldn't argue. Because, in fact, I fully know that the person who indulges me the most is the one who likes to offend the most. 

 

"Well, that's it. You can do whatever you want. But when you come back, you have to pay attention to me one hundred per cent."

 

"It has to be like that anyway."

"Cook for me to eat"

 

"I already do it every day. What are you going to eat?"

"Soak in the water together"

 

"Ok, I haven't soaked in water for a long time."

"Shoulder massage"

 

"Give the whole body"

 

"And then..." I moved closer to Charlie, leaned my head, and whispered in his ear. Is there anything else I want him to indulge? Before ending with a light blow to his ear in case it would make him obey me more.

 

"Babe..." Charlie's eyes became big. He raised his hand to cover his ears on the side of his head. His face was red. The corners of his mouth raised in an uncontrollable smile. I can't believe that he's still shy of me, even though we've been dating for three years.

 

"What?" I did the book.

"What are you saying... Sassy"

 

"Oh, I'm not used to it."

"I'm not used to it." The shy child lowered his mouth, quickly got out of bed, and ran out of the bedroom without saying goodbye, which is understandable. That's the level of shyness that Charlie still can't take.

 

"Wait!" I shouted behind me. I intend to keep teasing a little more. The next second, I heard a loud, thudding sound, as if someone had bumped into something. Don't tell me, I know who the worker is.

 

"No need!"

 

Just hearing the reply, I realised that I was so embarrassed that I couldn't walk straight.

 

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Every time I talk to the advisor, I have something to think about. An empirical example of the word 'thinking hard' is that I just walked past the elevator that had to go down. When I entered the elevator, I walked out to the third floor instead of the first floor, then wandered to the front of the university, even though I should have been riding a motorcycle.

It came out as usual. 

 

Now I'm starting to understand why Babe likes to call me 'obsessions' because when I think about something. I don't care about anything else. I chose to study in a field that is entirely different from my bachelor's degree. For a simple reason, my interest has changed. In the past, I was often interested in everything that is not human, whether it's robots, computers, space, or the deep sea. 

 

It's easier to understand. Humans are complex beings and difficult to understand, making it challenging to draw a clear conclusion. Because of that, it's boring. But maybe because I've grown up now. Have lived with others seriously. Therefore, I discovered that I can love and care about others as well. Human stories became more interesting to me. However, I don't fully understand it. However, I see people in the world more clearly than I did before.

 

I'm more interested in human rights. After seeing the abnormality distorted morality from their stepfathers, I saw a lot of people who had to be hurt, encroached, and deprived of humanity. There is no right even to know who they come from, nor is there a right to choose how to grow into an adult. Everything is placed as if it were God's will. But it's thousands of times worse, as it is the will of the devil named Tony. However, there is no demon on earth now. But the scars he left behind still can't be erased over time. 

 

Each child has a different ending. There are both sick, disabled, mentally ill, and dead. Of course, some people still survived and are living as usual. But under that normality, there are still unpredictable disorders that are silently like a shadow.

 

Tony's death is just the beginning of a change. The impact Babe has is unavoidable. He is one of Tony's two adopted children who have been disclosed. (The other is Pete, but with his influence in the business world, he doesn't have much of a problem with this matter.) If I were to explain it simply, it may be because he is already famous. The news of Dean's arrest hit the hardest. X Hunter is the accused.

 

There were many rumours within a few nights after Tony's death. We can't do much. Can only address the matters that can be solved and try to overlook the excessive issues.

 

In addition, the impact is broader than I expected. Both people with special senses have received more attention. Although society recognised the existence of this group of people, it was still rarely discussed because many people did not believe that individuals with a special sense existed. Because most of the special senses are difficult to prove with the naked eye. We can't release a laser from the eyes. Transform into a giant stone human or a roller coaster to walk on air, hypnotise special senses, or even mind-reading. 

 

These things are seen as delusions. Or not just ignorance in the eyes of most people, until the most influential businessman in the country died before being exposed as being behind the special human trafficking and had made a big business.

 

On the surface, people like us are more accepted in society. However, if you look more closely, you will see that it's merely a means of generating profit. The government launched a misguided campaign under the pretext of assisting individuals with special needs, providing funding and support for potential training, and then recruiting them to serve the country. It sounds like a pretty good project. Unless it's just a new version of Tony. I don't see where it's different from what Tony does.

 

Children are indeed not sold, detained, or tortured. But in the end, they are still used as tools to benefit others. I believe in doing for the country and the public. But it defines the future of one group of people in the same direction. It's completely against what I held on to as a child who grew up in Tony's house. I didn't know that I didn't. I don't want people like me to face the same fate as other children and me in Tony's house. I want everyone to have the right to choose their path. That's why I'm dedicated to my project, even though I haven't even thought of a formal name (Babe later likes to call it '101,' so I'm hooked). 

 

The primary purpose is to push and present the use of 'sense-dissolving drugs', which are still in the research process. But it is considered close to reality. If the study is completed as planned, this drug will help reduce the symptoms of the skill cycle in people with special senses. Making it impossible to permanently show skills. This is what I call 'choice' from my experience and education. Most special senses are not something.

 

'Give for nothing', it always has to be exchanged for something. Consider a simple example, such as Jeff's sense. Seeing the future can be exciting. It gives you the feeling of an insider. And can take advantage of it a lot. But for Jeff, it's no different from punishment. He has to endure knowing things he doesn't want to know. Suffering from closing his eyes and waiting for a future that may not be changed. Know and hurt before others. 

 

Relationship problems are obstacles to socialising. Everything is directly related to the mental health that is destroyed, which is what must be exchanged for being special.

 

The breakdown of Chens will become another option for people who have to endure their speciality, not only from the direct impact of Sense, but also from the surrounding society that is starting to exploit that Sense as well. Many people with a special sense cannot live a peaceful life because those around them are constantly watching them. Some people are stalked or lost. This issue is directly related to people close to me, like Babe. Usually, just being a celebrity is enough to be watched. 

 

When news about Tony was reported, Babe was even more closely followed. Both journalists and people who want to prove the truth (There are still many people who do not believe that Babe has no special sense left). Privacy is almost non-existent and is also malicious, as a group of people feel that Babe used special Methods to cheat the competition, ultimately securing first place, which is ridiculous. Because, in addition to being a racer, many people have a special sense. 

 

But just because Babe is the number one, those people accuse Babe of having a clear advantage in racing. Compared to other racers with extraordinary senses, the bullying and assault that have happened before are heavier because of Tony's news.

 

If I say I do all this for society, it wouldn't be wrong. However, one of the key reasons I never give up on this matter is that I am sure that on the day the project is completed, Babe will be safer. He will be able to live peacefully like a normal person, as he often says, Don't be afraid of being threatened or assaulted. Don't be the focus of society. Don't be scared of being bullied by special people in a bad way. And I will be an ordinary person by Babe's side, without paying attention to anything but him. I will create a world that makes Babe happy. That is my lowest goal. 

 

I walked out to the front of the university. Walking out of the narrow channel. Next to the fence, there will be a parking line for about two blocks. Near my faculty building, the parking lot is never empty. Whether it's late or fast, that's why I have to park around here and walk or take a ride to the university. Although it's not very convenient, I'm unable to do anything about it. Life doesn't have so many choices. 

 

There was a time when I chose to take the train because I was tired of finding parking. But because Babe kept complaining that I didn't let him use the car he gave me. Complaining a lot and dragging it out to end up at 'Oh, we don't love each other anymore.' In the end, I had to take it out and drive it for him.

 

The drug lab is located near the university. If there is no traffic, it takes about 15 minutes to drive (and 7 to 10 minutes if Babe is the driver) because the route goes through an old laboratory used by the professors who taught here. Now he has come out to do full-time research. Therefore, he has returned to renovate and disinfect the lab so it can be reused. And now he is one of the researchers in my project. All of this can be attributed to Uncle Rewal, who has connections with many doctors and researchers. Without him, the project would not have been possible.

 

The building is a five-story building. The third and fourth floors are used as research rooms. It is the cleanest and strictest area. The first and second floors are used as meeting rooms and also have restrooms. Many times, when I don't know where to go, I often come to sleep here. Babe said that this place feels depressed, like an old medical professor's room. But I like it. It's because I know this place will lead us to great results. If you don't count Babe's house, this is where I spend the most time. The fifth floor features a spare room that is set up as a temporary bedroom. 

 

Sometimes, when waiting for the lab results, the researchers often sleep here. I have a chance to rest. Most of the time, Babe usually comes to sleep with me. Even though he complains that the bed is small, the mattress is not as soft as it is at home. Plus, the atmosphere is relaxed.

 

"Oh! What's up, handsome?" The greeting sounded as soon as I opened the door.

 

"Hello, P'Touch." I greeted P'Touch, one of the project's researchers. And it is the same owner of this building. P'Touch is the junior of Uncle Rewal, whom I have been calling until now. "What are you doing?"

 

"Waiting for the lab results," a senior researcher took out the cup from the cabinet. Unpack the plastic with a lazy attitude. Researchers are always like this. They are agile when in the research room. But when outside, it's like a snail, moving slowly, sometimes not knowing anything. It takes me a long time to adapt to their nature. "After studying".

 

"Yes," I walked over and threw myself on the sofa in the middle of the lounge, looking around with a little strange feeling because today looked quieter than usual, even though there was a real meeting. "What about others?"

 

"There are a few people in the lab, a few more lying down, and two more are coming.

Three people"

 

"Oh..."

"Don't worry, if you say you're going to come in. Anyway, let's all come."

 

"I'm like a president."

"Yes, that's right."

 

"Huh, a face like me." I laughed. Just thinking of myself as a boss of these talented people. I want to laugh until my teeth fall out. I have nothing but fantasies and ambition. As for them, they are the ones who work to make it come true. I don't dare to call myself a boss. Just a small team that keeps track of the progress of the work. That would be more appropriate. "How about your day?"

 

"I can't tell you yet. I told you I'm waiting for the result." P'Touch shrugged. The answer sounds annoying. But he meant that. That's it. I told you that these people have a special language. Talk to them; usually, you don't know anything.

 

"And before waiting for the results, what did you do?"

"Make the medicine work"

 

Do you see? Where is it easy to talk to? Do you have a positive outlook?

 

"I'm.. Maybe" a good researcher sniffed the noodles into his mouth. Before nodding his head, he followed with a spicy soup. Just seeing it, it stings his throat. But that shouldn't be a problem for people who eat in the lab. Do you want to be me?

"You can do it if you want to."

 

"Deny it, young man," Touch said in a voice while looking at my arm with a look that looks like I'm tired or a little pity. "There is no place to pierce my arm anymore."

"It's been a week since the latest. The injection can be repeated."

 

"If you die first, what is the use of this project?" In addition to speaking different languages, the researchers also communicate with each other. More than you think, they never say 'It's okay, it's safe', but it will be 'may die, but it shouldn't hurt'.

 

"And if you don't experiment with me, who are you going to experiment with? I'm the only one here.

 

"You go to someone ready to take a risk."

"I won't do it. I'm not going to risk others at all."

"Soft-hearted like this, the research will not be successful."

 

I can only sigh. I know what he is talking about. Doing these things requires many sacrifices. But how can I sacrifice others? These are the only options I have.

 

"I'll try to think about it. But now let's try with me first." I may not think about it anymore. However, I must accept it first. Because this is the easiest way to compromise, at least let him understand that I consider his opinion. Anyway, I still need researchers to accomplish this goal.

 

"Let's survive this round." P'Touch nodded slowly as if he had stopped paying attention to how much risk the glasses boy would take. He would be tired of me. Which I don't blame him "Eh! There's another thing I haven't told you yet."

 

"What is it?"

"There will be new researchers to help."

 

"Huh... From where?" This is quite surprising. Since the beginning of our research, one of the most challenging things has been approaching researchers to work with us. One is that we don't have much capital. Second, the goal is at odds with the trend. It is also contrary to government policy. 

 

If you start publicising, there is a very high probability that you will be ordered to stop research. Therefore, every time new people are interested in joining the project. I can't help but wonder who he is. What draws your interest to this type of work? (Of course, I like my ideas. But in the eyes of others, it may seem a little crazy.)

"It's my nephew."

"Grandson?"

 

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm a teenager with a grandchild," P'Touch shrugged. Until now, I'm not sure by how many years he is younger than Uncle Rewal. But when he confirmed that he was still in his teens. It made me increasingly confident that he would be just a few years younger. "He just came back from the countryside. 

 

I told him a joke. But he was interested. He said he wanted to do it. He graduated from medicine and specialised in this field. Good at talking about it. You won't have any problem, right?"

 

"If P'Touch thinks it's okay, I don't have a problem." There's no reason to refuse. Given that we've worked together from the beginning, I trust P'Touch quite a bit. All the researchers who accepted him have passed his screening. Now we only have talented people with the same ideology. 

 

Because of that, I don't feel worried about the person P'Touch recommends. It's good that there will be someone to help you so that you won't get tired.

 

"Adding alone is not much less tiring, but it's better than nothing."

"How old is he? Is it a grandson of Touch? Does it mean that he must be young?"

 

"What does this mean?" The late teenager squinted at me in mistake.

"I mean that P'Touch is still a teenager. You must be very young."

 

"Umm... Fortunately, the excuse was well-verified, so I didn't have to deal with Touch's teenage hormones, as I had many times in the past. "I'm still a teenager. It should be about the age of a Baby. Or a little younger, not more than a year or two years."

 

"So you're the youngest in the team."

"Eng is the youngest"

 

"I mean the research team. I'm just a bee."

"What's wrong with you? I can't stop working."

 

"Oh... I also"

"Oh! Since when?" A voice sounded not far away.

 

One of the research team members walked down from the second floor, looking serious. The sentence 'Since when?' That's to greet me. Before our eyes met P'Touch, who was sitting next to him, "The result is out," but nothing was more important than this sentence. P'Touch and I bounced as soon as we heard it. Even though it's been done countless times, every experiment's result tells us whether we are moving forward, staying in place, or retreating from reality.

 

The end of the season is considered the most boring period for me. Especially when the competition has just ended, the bigger it is. Alan closed the garage and the practice field. Chase all the racers to rest. Which is a stricter rule than I thought. Once, I secretly went to practice on vacation, and Alan pushed me to catch me. That time, I was punished for entering the field for a week. Because of that, even if I'm bored now, I don't dare to break the rules anymore.

 

I've done everything I can, including playing simulators, playing games, playing toy racing cars, and even trying to find a movie. But I don't get anything. Boredom, mixed with a minor frustration, still doesn't go away. It's like this every time Charlie is not around. Even though those glasses were with me, we didn't do much more than those activities that I just did. But when Charlie was sitting next to him, it was much more fun. Time passed quickly. I realised that it was dark. As for the time I was alone, I've done a thousand things, but the time only passed for ten minutes.

 

"Huh, Edit is so good." So now I choose to lie on the sofa, plough my fingers, and see social feeds like Jenny's children. Recently, on my timeline, there have only been videos about Charlie. That kid is very famous for a video featuring X Hunter's fans in the season competition. 

 

There is nothing in that video. Just Charlie, who opened the door out of the car after the race. Take off his helmet and gloves. His face looks more irritable than usual. As a result of that day, the car had a minor issue. But it turned out that the frustrated face was played almost five million times. Along with the comment that "I don't think the puppy will be angry too,, or 'I want Charlie to be irritable often'

 

At first, I found it funny that other people looked excited about Charlie, who didn't look particularly cute and was just a regular golden dog. Because that kid shows that face like that when he's with me countless times, maybe because I like to poke him too, but believe me, Charlie is more irritable than he thought. He just doesn't show it to others.

 

After the video was broadcast, Charlie received more attention from a dog who walked behind me to a new star with an official fan club. While he didn't behave very well, Charlie didn't like to be stared at. Therefore, he tried to pretend not to know when someone was waiting for him on the field or the fans who shouted his name like crazy. The glasses just turned to wave his hand once or twice. With a smile that was forced, but it made those young people scream and faint anyway.

 

As an adult, I admit that Charlie is more liked. That makes me a little jealous. Of course, just having someone shouting his name from the side of the racetrack does not shake my heart at all. I feel good that many people come to love and like my boyfriend. But the more Charlie is interested, the more people want to approach. 

 

Now the boy is older than he was when we first met. Height has increased, accompanied by broader shoulders and more developed muscles. Where is the personality that looks more discreet? As a fan, I still secretly admire myself every day. And let alone those people who don't have the opportunity to admire them. Everyone wants to be close. Want to be in the eyes of my glasses dog. But that jealousy is only a small mass of feelings in my heart. I managed it well throughout. In part, I have to show kindness to Charlie.

 

"Charlie's boyfriend... Hey, that's a name." I can't help but laugh at the creative account name from Charlie's fans. In the past, I only thought that mothers who looked like their children were their grandchildren. However, the girlfriends and wives have now taken over the area. From being the only one who saw Charlie's sexy, it has now become a public charm. "Oh! Handsome, how the hell do you save?"

 

Many people may think that I'm too obsessed with my boyfriend. It's not like that. I'm just a person who appreciates Charlie's presence. Even if we see each other every day, these handsome-face videos are worth collecting, aren't they? It won't be strange to re-record it.

 

"Oh... When will you go back?" When Charlie is not there, I have the full right to act embarrassingly like this. Such as hitting the pub's legs like a child wants a toy. Because it's so frustrating that Charlie doesn't come back, but will call. According to him, he's a bad boyfriend. When he told me what he had done, where he was, and what time he would return, he still called. Go to Wawa again. I became a stupid fan. But if you say hello a little, it won't look too much like it.

 

[Glasses]

[What are you doing?]

 

I sent a message to Charlie's private chat room. While waiting for the other party to reply, I clicked on the Instagram app. The top bar features a circle of profile pictures for the people I follow, arranged as usual. But the top profile surprised me a lot—it was Charlie's. 

 

The purple and yellow ring circled the stupid profile picture. Indicates that you have posted something. Which is considered a rare occurrence, Charlie rarely posts on social media. Just keep it in line with the news (primarily for his project). From time to time, I will post photos. Most of which are photos of me. There are almost no real-time updates to stories. But it suddenly came up today.

 

"Huh..." Of course, I have to click to see it. And the image I saw is not very pleasing. It's a story that other people posted and tagged on Charlie's account. So that kid clicked to repost. The content is a video. Capture the face of a man who should be the owner of the account. He raised his phone to take a picture of himself. Send a smile at the camera before moving the phone to point at Charlie's face. This will be difficult if the angle from which the young boy is standing is not a corner that appears to wrap around Charlie's neck from behind. 

 

The guy named Bu, sitting at the computer, is smiling. The camera caught the young man with a face I didn't know, and he got so close. Additionally, he has just reposted his own face. "

 

...Heah"

 

Like this, I can't be an idiot anymore.