PitBabe series2

"Oh... I wonder who and where."

 

That's the sentence that Dr Chris said when he saw North walking into the lab. It may be a general statement or a sentence of disappointment. But no matter what motive he said it was, it's not the point. One thing I can confidently say is that this brother must definitely help me.

 

Brother North looked quite surprised, so I called. Looking for him, but he didn't refuse to help. Of course, when we were teammates, he and I spent hundreds of hours practising together, which is even more than when I practised with Babe. (In fact, Babe doesn't like to practice with me. He said that I distracted him too much. In addition to practising seriously on the field, he is also a brother who is a true friend to me. That's why I sometimes call him brother. Sometimes, just by name, even though he was born years before me.

 

When it comes to P'North, one thing that few people know is that, in addition to being a racer and YouTuber, he is also an incomparable programmer (or, as some might call him, a hacker). North graduated from a renowned university with a degree in software engineering and excellent grades. However, he doesn't like to make announcements about this much, citing embarrassment. It wouldn't be awkward. If it were someone else, he would brag about his long mouth in terms of education and ability. But this young engineer said that he felt more comfortable acting like a guy. (He plays very realistically, in my opinion) because people bear many times fewer expectations than talented people. Or if they are a lot, they may not have to bear anything. Which is an issue that I agree with.

 

Our primary concern now is being limited to the use of social media, which is our primary channel for communicating with the external public. We try every way we can think of, whether it's creating a new account, connecting to another internet network, borrowing someone else's account, or using other methods. But there is no way to work. There is a way to do this kind of thing. However, it wouldn't be used by ordinary people as well. Additionally, it results in an immediate ban. There is no (official) warning first, which may be interpreted as our movement making the inside of those guys agitated to the point that they can't wait, even if they can act like this.

 

Even if you go to the area now, you won't be able to do much. If there is no advance notice, it will be a small group. Or even if you utilise the social power of passersby, it may not be effective. Every post with content about us will be blocked. All, whether it is a search term, keywords or our face. If it is detected in any of the media, it will be deleted within a few seconds. I never thought that our country would have people capable of such acts. If it weren't for having to become a victim himself, the horror of the personnel in their own country.

 

"Can he really do it?" Liu asked. Now we all can't do anything but sit on the same sofa. Staring at North's back sheet, sitting in front of the computer, trying to solve the problem for us for almost half an hour.

 

"He looks good, but how much to hack the state system back?"

 

"I think he can do it," I replied in a flat voice, and that was the answer from the heart. Indeed, "North is very good, better than everyone thinks"

 

"If Charlie still admits that he is good, will we dare to doubt again?" Dr Chris laughed, "There are a few things that Charlie can't do. One of them is this one. And this guy can do it."

 

"It's true," Liu shook her head in agreement. Brother Touch, who was sitting next to him, also shook his head.

 

As if afraid of falling out of the procession, "If Charlie still admits that he is good, it must mean that he is very good."

 

"So why do you need me as a reference?" I asked. It feels strange every time everyone says that I have to know everything and do everything. Even though it's impossible, because if I'm really that good, I would be able to produce a breakdown medicine by myself, don't drag others together like this.

 

"Well, you're a monster," P'Touch replied with a flat expression. While raising a cup of coffee to his lips, he sipped gently and calmly, his eyes fixed. Staring at North's back seriously. "If a monster praises someone for being good, it means that person must be more than a monster."

 

"I agree", Doctor Chris reinforces the "Charlie monster" army.

"Charlie's monster", even Liu had another one with him.

 

"This doesn't make me feel good."

 

"I didn't say it to feel good. I said it was a monster." Touch's words were simple but stabbed the heart without saving. In fact, the people here are all the same. In the past, the X team was very good at biting each other's heads off. But when they came to mix with these nerds, those racers were considered very kind. There are only still faces who are ready to sting us all the time. If the mind is not strong enough, I can't survive. "You're scary, Charlie, don't become a bastard. Otherwise, we would all die."

 

"Can you not say that? It's scary." I didn't think that Other people would see me as such a dangerous person. "Like me, who can I do?"

 

"Hey!"

 

The three of them just laughed at the same time, glancing at me with one eye before turning back to look at each other and shaking their heads with a facial expression that was like 'Look at it talking'. This leads me to conclude that I'm really a monster; I've never thought of it before.

 

"Oops!"

 

Suddenly, the necessary programmer exclaimed softly during the conversation. Charlie's monster sat with a blank face and a look of stress for a long time.

 

"What?" I asked excitedly, "Can you do it?"

 

"It seems to...." P. North spoke in a soft voice as if he didn't feel too much. He pressed the keyboard and clicked the mouse four or five more times. Before following the rest of the sentence ... Got it."

 

The four of us got up from the sofa at the same time without an appointment. Everyone rushed straight to the back of North's work chair, staring at the computer screen. This now shows that the post that North just published through our account is still on the feed page. North pressed the refresh button again to test that it had not been deleted. Waiting for the screen to load for only a few seconds. The sound of swallowing our saliva sounded at the same time like the choir.

 

"Yes!"

 

The young programmer flicked his finger before turning to hug me with joy, like when his favourite football team won the championship. As for me, I was as happy as when I crossed the finish line for the first time in my life (one is Babe).

 

"I knew you could do it." I patted my talented brother on the shoulder with gratitude and most pride: "I'm so brain-strangling because you're the one who begs." Brother North held his chest and smiled broadly.

 

"I love North's favourite"

 

"Brother North?" I squinted at people who came up with strange pronouns. Use it instead of yourself.

 

"Why? Can't I be a brother?"

"Keep it for me to call you. Call yourself that, and it's funny."

 

"Oh! This guy!"

 

"Thank you very much, North," Dr Chris interjected. If you look at it in general terms, it would be a reward for your kindness. But on the other hand, it's more likely to ban the army. "I don't know what you're good at. Charlie keeps saying that you're very good. Now I believe it's real."

 

"It's not that much." When others paid him a compliment, the young programmer immediately scratched his cheek. "I just helped Charlie do this little bit. He didn't know much about these things. When he saw me doing it, he couldn't stop."

 

"What can you do?" Liu asked, even though just the word 'Nun' should be clear. It's a matter he doesn't want to discuss, but the doctor's mother didn't think it was worth letting go of. "Have you ever asked North to help hack anything before?"

 

North and I turned to look at each other. Trying to signal each other through the eyes. I sent it to 'Don't say it.' And he sent it back 'How do you want me to answer?'

 

"Never," I laughed dryly, pretending to look at the wall and the ceiling because I thought it would make it look more natural. However, looking at everyone's faces staring at it, this technique won't matter much. "What am I going to let North hack? What kind of person do you see me as?"

 

"Scary people," Touch and Liu answered in unison as if they were connecting their brains.

 

"Okay, then let's start working."

 

I joined my hands after deciding to use them as an excuse to avoid. Escape this investigation, even though everyone still looks at me with distrustful eyes, as always. As for P'North, he sat on his hands like himself; he had nothing to do with this.

 

"What are you looking at? I don't know when I'll be blocked again. If you don't do it now, I will. When?"

 

Everyone still looked at my face as if they hadn't regained consciousness. Until I had to clap my hands with full strength. The loud sound that shook the eardrums woke everyone. Before dispersing, prepare for the next step without wasting saliva. Everyone knows what they should do at this time.

 

"Hello, everyone, Charlie."

 

It takes less than fifteen minutes. Both the phone, the phone stand, the continuous light, the background, and the computer used to control the graphics on the screen are organised in a systematic manner by a professional team. Now the main duty falls on me at Nang in front of the camera, and P. North, who has not yet returned. He also volunteered to monitor the live broadcast so that he wouldn't be cut off in the middle of the car again.

 

I see that after this, I have to find time to appear in his video. At least it is considered a reward for helping with the problem, like me.

 

"I lost my face and eyes for days. I'm not sure if anyone misses me. But for sure, I miss you so much."

 

The word 'miss' appears in different styles and languages, scrolling across the screen like a casino game. I've been getting used to something like this for a long time. But seriously, I still can't help but be amazed. Idol stars have received hot, overwhelming reactions like this from fans all the time, right? Does it make them tired? Or is it really a good encouragement? I don't know, and it doesn't matter. I'm not an idol at all.

 

"Today, I have a lot of things I want to tell you. In fact, I've been preparing since the morning. However, there are numerous problems. So I just came to live now." I talked relaxedly like every time. Although what I intend to say Today is a relatively serious and very risky topic. But I don't want to start with being serious, because it's so uncomfortable. In addition to chasing viewers, it may lure the police dogs to run in before I finish talking. "Today, I was followed by a car from the neighbourhood of the house. It usually takes a long time to get to work. But today, it took two full hours is the story. But I still survived."

 

I heard a loud laugh from behind the camera. It was probably because the meaning of what I said was in my expression. The team behind the scenes stood, holding back, laughing.

"Who is it?" I read the comments that scrolled up on the screen. They asked each other who the person who chased me was. "I don't know either. Actually, I've seen something like this quite often. I've been driving, sending a threatening letter and a DM to threaten, and there are some fun tricks to keep me excited all the time. I feel like a character in the Survival game."

 

These things are not fun. I know that well. But if I say that many times, I have a little fun. That has to be careful and deal with the assassins, including the traps they use to toy with me. Will this be accused of being crazy?

 

"For me, there is no problem. I'm sure I can handle it. But everyone is not like me. And no one should have to live like this just because it makes someone or some group unhappy. Isn't it unfair?"

 

P'North began pressing the keyboard and clicking the mouse, sending the data to a spool. When I realised I was about to delve into the subject, I noticed that this job belongs to P'Touch. Often, graphics are necessary to make information easier to understand. I will send the information I want to share with him and ask you to prepare graphics in advance, similar to the presentations from our school days. Only in this case is there no teacher to sit and rate this anymore.

 

"What I'm going to say is not new at all. The plot is repetitive. I think many people should be able to figure it out. And I'm not the first person in the country to be aware of this. People who have more power than I have more resources. There is more knowledge. If they claim they lack the wisdom to investigate these matters, it seems unusual. Do you use it?" In fact, I would like to say this in a public area, surrounded by people. But everyone commented that it was too dangerous. Now, my safety is more threatened than it was before. Plus, Dr Chris also announced a weighty will that 'If you die, we won't do it again.' Therefore, I have to accept everyone's opinion. No matter how stubborn in my heart.

 

"The reason why no one came out to talk about this is. I think everyone should be able to think of it. So I won't talk about it anymore. Let's take a look at the beautiful presentation that my team has prepared for you. Anyone who wants to take a cap to share it is up to you. I didn't have copyright, but it's good to give a little credit. I want a face."

 

I play cheap jokes enough for the audience to relax. And in fact, I'm trying to relax to reduce excitement as well. However, the front scene makes it look like a cool boy who is never nervous. But in fact, my inner self is shaking like a baby bird being pulled away from its mother's chest for the first time.

"In the past few days, if anyone has followed the daily news, I think there will be many people who have begun to notice that something strange is happening in our house. Although the news being released is trying to make it seem as normal as possible, I don't think these events are coincidences. Not at all."

 

The news graphic appears in the right corner of the screen. Now I would look like a newscaster. Stuck in the fact that this newscaster is dressed casually. Adults would not like it very much if there were this type of journalist in the big media.

 

"The news of people who got up and stabbed themselves. The body in the car rotted within half an hour. People were burned to death on the mattress—people who died and recovered but woke up and became dumb. Many strange accidents also occurred at the same time. Strange, but without explanation. Strange things happened to the victims who were already locked up. Yes, I call all the injured and deceased. Because nothing was an accident, it happened with a plan. And there is a clear pattern, not a random occurrence in any way."

 

The news image on the screen changed according to my word. Brother North performed excellently even though they had never practised before. Just schedule a brief appointment. Obviously, being a YouTuber is not just a hobby to play every day. But it makes North a good messenger. Whether he himself knows it or not.

 

"The victim who stabbed himself in the throat but survived is the owner of a famous gold department store that is in Jin Fubao's business chain. He is the sixth-generation heir. According to the evidence I received, the fourth and fifth generations are closely related to high-ranking military officers in the army. There is a visit between them. In addition, Jin Fu Bao also donates money to the army's upstream forest conservation project. Every year, upon reviewing the donations, we should reclaim thousands of rai of forest land. However, in reality, nothing has changed. The only thing that grows is the business's profits—almost everyone in Jinfubao. But after the company was passed on to the sixth generation, the donations here were interrupted. Relationships are far away. Additionally, the victim serves as a special advisor to opposition parties. "

The number of visitors has increased significantly. Dr Chris even had to look closely at the monitor to see whether this frightening increase in viewers was actually due to a system error. Which looks at his surprised face, it is probably the first reason.

 

"This victim survived but still has to be hospitalised under the close supervision of a doctor and now can't communicate anything because of Severe injuries. Therefore, we can't conclude that the reason why he suddenly got up and stabbed himself in the neck was possible. However, the police closed the case and concluded he had committed the act based on the symptoms. Even though the victim has never had a history of violence. No psychological problems and never used drugs even once. Anyway, it doesn't matter, but the police seem eager to hurry up and end this story ambiguously. I don't believe that I'm the only one who doubts this."

 

I don't have a mouse in my hand. All the information is in my head. It is organised systematically and gradually flows out in order, like the letters that run under the screen during the news coverage. I'm not sure if this is a result of the Senses. Or is it the normal work of my brain? Which, for whatever reason, I'm grateful for because it makes me do my job perfectly. If it's really because of Chen, this would be one of the few times I'm sincerely grateful.

 

"Before talking about my assumption, I would like to give another example of an equally famous case. That is the case of MP. One of the districts where the body was found was in a car parked under the expressway. His death had no place to go. But the point that made his death strange was that the condition of the body when the authorities found it was rotten, as if it had been dead for at least five days. However, his relatives confirmed that when he was informed of the news of the death of the MP. This person, only half an hour after they separated." The blurred body image appeared on the screen. Even though the details are not clear, it is still the horror of the waves.

 

"Police officers and investigation units concluded that this case was a suicide, which...Excuse me, but this is the most cheeky and worst summary of the case I've ever seen, and I have just returned from a relative's house, which is thirty minutes away from the expressway at the scene. It means the driving time is only half an hour. Then, where will he take the time to take medicine or smoke himself to death? Additionally, the body remains rotten. There is no way that the person who died lived for only half an hour.

 

In that condition, the police still used the people's secret belief as an excuse to make the case strange and inconclusive, even though the investigation had not even started. "I admit that the more I say, the more water I speak. The rhythm of my speech is faster. The voice became louder, but the people behind the camera didn't notice. They sat and looked at the glittering eyes as if this was what they wanted. They want me to be angry. They want me to express my feelings from the heart and without embellishment. It doesn't look very professional, but in their eyes, especially Dr Chris's, it's a form of communication to the public—the most effective approach.

 

"Some people may not remember, but MPs. This person is affiliated with the opposition party. In the last discussion about distrust, he was the one who discussed the government's project to help and support the people, highlighting the government's lack of transparency. Participants were required to sign contracts, binding them to use Chens in personal matters related to the authority, including receiving donations from various channels that claimed to be used as scholarships for children with special needs. But it's the same. The list of donors is the same name from the same organisations that are familiar with the eyes. The account balance is very high. There are many projects written to use the funds. However, there are almost no results, except for the person responsible for the project, who has an increasing number of assets. "

 

"This is not a secret. It's killing the mouth. Anyone who obstructs or attempts to expose the chain of corruption must be dealt with unusually. They present a summary of the news that doesn't make sense. It may seem like it's just a sweep to cover up the crime. But they actually want us to catch the blame."

 

Our current audience is 94,000, the highest record. Since I started using live broadcasts to talk and communicate with the masses, this small number of viewers must be from the other side. They are already watching me every step of the way, and now their backyard is probably busy. Probably trying to find a way to cut off the signal to keep me from talking. That's why our side's monitor screen now looks so serious. Brother North stares at the screen until his eyes almost come out of his head. Hands press and click all the time virtually. He is working hard to help me finish it.

 

"They're trying to make this look vague because they want us to find the answer. They don't think we're stupid. He thinks we're smart. That's why he throws the bait. Let us snap."

 

"The strange events that happened. Not only the two cases I mentioned, but dozens occurred at the same time. All the clues are aimed at a group of people with special senses. They deliberately make people wonder and investigate. The deeper they find. They want us to hate and fear those who have a sense. See them as dangerous. Should not live in the same society unequally, because people in society think that way. It is even more favourable for them to oppress and take advantage of this group of people. The corruption will run more smoothly."

 

On the table in front of me, there is nothing but a central phone used for live. The phone stand is acting as if my hand, and my personal phone, whose screen lights up. I glanced at it and saw that it was a notification from the line. The familiar white cat icon pulled my concentration for a while before I took a deep breath and pulled myself back to pay attention to the duties that I had to complete.

 

He just sent one sticker. I just want to distract myself from playing.

 

"In front, he said that he would help and encourage people to have a better life. But behind the scenes, he hoped to take advantage of and suppress all kinds of things, while still trying to lead the people to develop a negative attitude towards this group. Even though we can actually live together. I just want most people to share the space with us. As long as the space to be able to live a normal life is enough, and honestly, I confess. I don't think it makes sense to have someone come out and demand that they live a normal life. Which is what most people have since birth without asking for permission from anyone...."

 

My attention was drawn to the phone screen again. It lit up again; this time, it was his face. Along with the name 'Babe' and a white heart that I thought I wanted to remove, but forgot every time. But what is more important is the red letter that is the word 'Emergency'

 

Preeb!

 

It's like the part of the brain that should be focused on the live broadcast, but is suddenly closed. I forgot everything, reached for the phone, then answered it. However, they still didn't have time to respond, as the call was cut off first.

 

The more that, the more my heart beats so fast that it feels like I can't breathe. Anxiety rushed to my chest, trying to call. Back, but there was no one to pick up, even though the other side had just called. Come to me for less than a minute.

"Charlie! What the hell..."

 

I heard Liu calling my name loudly. Before the next sentence gradually fades and disappears. I don't blame her for raising that sound. Suddenly, I got up from the camera, grabbed the car keys, and ran out of the building. It's not something that anyone can understand without an explanation. But now I don't have time to explain anything because of the emergency call just now. From Babe

 

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The sound of dialling the code at the front door of the house sounded. I picked up my mobile phone to look. The clock on the screen appeared at 2:36 p.m., which was after I called. Go out for seven minutes.

 

"Babe!"

 

And the shouts of one of the few who knew the code of this house followed. Then a few seconds.

"Breaking the record." I turned to look at the door, but still refused to get up from the sofa. The visitors suddenly gasped, sweating, as they looked at me, their faces, eyes, noses, and mouths almost switching positions. "Seven minutes.... Through the red light for sure"

 

"What happened... What's wrong?" Charlie stepped quickly towards me in a panicked attitude, looking at me from head to toe, as if afraid that I would forget my left arm or right leg elsewhere.

 

"What?" I asked the hypocrite.

"Well, Babe, call. Just now, I'm on an emergency call."

 

"Oh! That" I flicked my finger loudly. "I'll ask about the sushi restaurant you ordered for me to eat at.  What is the name of the shop? I want to eat, but I can't remember the name of the shop." Charlie was quiet. He stared at my face while his eyebrows furrowed into knots as if he was compiling. The story in my head is heavy.

 

"That's all?" He asked, "Ask me the name of the sushi restaurant?"

"Yes."

 

"Emergency?"

 

"Yes, it's not an emergency. I want to eat it now. I haven't eaten anything today. Hey"

 

I floated my face and said as if I didn't know anything. But in my heart, I was having the most fun. I know what he was doing. Of course, because I follow all his lives and calls. That emergency, including the missed calls from his number after that, almost ten more, was all part of my intention to get him out of the camera and come here.

 

Charlie, who heard my answer, seemed to think of a word to respond. He looked at my face, opened his mouth, blinked frequently as if a storm had hit him and blown his eyes. First, he raised both palms to cover his face and turned around to run away, walking around in the same place. His posture is like a hot kettle sitting on the stove for a long time, and now the hot vapour is spreading all over his body.

 

Charlie is a kettle.

As for me... Fluently

 

"When will you stop doing this?" Charlie turned to look at me with stiff eyes. His tone was hard enough. As if forgetting the sweet accent that he used to talk to me, which I don't blame him for. I knew from the beginning that he would be angry with me for interfering with his important moments. But seriously, even though he is so smart, why can't you see that this is a trap? "It's starting to be fun anymore."

 

Why Charlie? Why did Charlie come without thinking about life, just because of a single phone line? I thought he would be smarter.

 

"You're not having fun, but I'm having a lot of fun." I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back on the back of the sofa comfortably.

 

"Don't you realise that you're overdoing it?" Charlie's voice got louder and louder. His face was red. 'It clearly indicates that he was so angry that the whole body flowed blood together in his head. He was like a boiling kettle about to whistle. "How can Babe do this? Babe plays with other people's feelings!"

 

"Oh! Do you want to talk about playing with feelings? Sure! So, how about what you intended to deceive me? Or what you lied to me about Tony? Or are you pretending to die? Which one should I take first?"

 

"I have my reason," Charlie said in a low voice as if he were suppressing his own anger.

 

"I have my reason."

 

"The reason? What the hell is the reason? Babe just wants to get me back!" But he didn't succeed. Charlie handled his anger much less than usual.

 

"So why? Are you going to say that your reason sounds better? That you do everything. Because..."

 

"I did it because I love Babe !"

 

He squirmed. I felt like a stiff object that had been hit on the ground. The skin was hard enough. No side was broken. But the impact left me trembling all over. I was never used to Charlie's voice. And will never learn to live with it, whether we were dating or when we broke up.

 

"I know that I did it badly. I made Babe sad. The word love is not an excuse. I know, but it's true. The truth is that I do everything because I love Babe until I can't stand it. But what Babe is doing now is not at all. Babe is trying to hurt me. Babe plays with other people's feelings just to please. Babe did it because Babe hates me!"

 

Now it's like there are thousands of pebbles crowding around my neck. It's so tight that it's uncomfortable and hurts. There's no space for the sound to escape. My body is shaking, and the edges of my eyes are hot. All he said. No part hurts me except the last sentence. Hate... I hate him.

 

If I could choose, I would want it to be like that. If hating him is the reason for all this, it would be much easier. At least I won't have to be hurt every time I look at him. The decision will be a small matter, and seeing him hurt. It will be just a game show for me.

 

"Why did we become like this..."

 

Finally, Charlie burst into tears. He said in a trembling voice. His legs were so weak that he went down to kneel on the floor. He knelt in front of me. Reached out and touched the front of my legs.... Then cry.

 

"Is it because of me... Did I make us like this, Babe?"

 

I don't know what to answer. In my heart, I want to blame him for being wrong in choosing someone other than me. Wrong for not listening to my words. Wrong to leave me. Wrong to torture Mm every day without him. I want to say that everything was ruined because of Charlie. But I can't speak because deep down I still hope I can understand him.

 

I hope there is a good reason behind all this pain that makes me understand and forgive him. Another fact that I don't want to accept is that it often takes two people to destroy a relationship.

 

"I'm sorry that I made Babe sad. I don't want it to be like this. Babe has the right to be angry or hate me as much as you want. You can tease me in any way, but I can only ask for one thing. Is it?"

 

Charlie looked up at me with tears in both cheeks. I haven't seen him crying so much for a long time. He was shaking all over his body and his voice. He looked so weak that I wanted to grab him and hug him. Hugged him in his arms. My heart was weak when I saw a strong person like him with no way to fight.

 

"Don't play with death... I beg you. "I never wanted Charlie to kneel and beg me.

"Babe can hate me, but don't do this to me."

 

I cried, no different from him. I tried to suppress it. But the image of Charlie kneeling in front of him and begging me to stop hurting him was too much to accept. I promised to love him the best. But today I hurt him cruelly. As much as lovers can do, why the two of us... Even if it's like this.

 

Until now, I still can't speak. The words in my head are overwhelming, but I can't say a word. The most I can do now is lean down to him and kneel. Then they hugged Charlie, cried with him, and hurt together because the wounds each person had inflicted on the other were accidentally deepened.

 

"... I'm sorry."

 

My voice is soft. I was not good at saying this word before. When I want to say it, it's as if something is always blocking my throat. But Charlie made me more familiar with it. Say it more sincerely. However, it would be better if I didn't have to say this word to Charlie very often.

 

"I know I hate it, but I don't think I have to do this much," Charlie said in a muffled voice. He cried until I started to speak clearly.

 

"I don't hate you."

"If you don't hate me, why would you do this?"

 

I can't answer. All I can do is hug him tighter. Pray for him to feel what feelings I have hidden. I want him to recognise it with his heart and not ask any questions about it because I don't think he can accept it when he hears the answer from my own mouth.

 

"Babe cried, I cried," Charlie said before slowly hugging me. He looked at my face. His face was still tear-stained. Partly because he regretted that I was joking with his feelings, and partly because of the other. Deeply, I realised that Charlie was relieved that here was just my ridiculous bullying. "Babe hurts, I'm hurt."

 

"I know," I replied in a voice. I don't want to admit that I'm feeling increasingly guilty about my own plans. I can't deny that Charlie has a special talent that always makes me feel guilty about what I've done. He would think it would make me a better person.

 

"Even if Babe is nothing but just thinking that Babe is, I'm hurt."

"I know..."

 

"No, Babe, it really hurts," Charlie said with a serious posture. He raised his hand to his chest. The pain he talked about is not just a metaphor for regret. But it's a pain that really happens to his body. "Here, it really hurts. It hurts like death."

 

"Do you have heart disease?"

 

"Maybe"

"Huh?"

 

Charlie laughed when I accidentally made a shocked face. When I saw that I was being teased, I hit his upper arm. Punish the base for making fun of death (just like I did just now)

 

"Who said Don't play with other people's feelings?"

 

"Take it back so that you can know how others feel," Charlie said while raising her hand to pinch her cheek. To be honest, it's not just a light curl. With that kind of care, he squeezed my cheek hard and grabbed it until my face was completely out of shape. This is clearly bullying. "It's not fun to be teased or to worry."

 

"And who knows if you're so worried?"

 

"Don't pretend you don't know," Charlie said in a deep voice. Suddenly, it seemed to be dissatisfied again. Even though it was lit up just now, it was still a bit dark. "Babe already knows that if you do this. No matter where you are, I have to hurry to come. Otherwise, Babe won't use this joke."

 

"A.. Yes," my heart wants to argue. But I can't think of the right words to say to him. "But I didn't think I was this serious. I didn't think I would cry."

 

"And how do you think I will react? Are you laughing?"

"I thought he would be angry like every time and scold me."

 

"When did I go to scold Babe?"

 

"You always scold me," he laughed. The big hand that used to pinch my cheek turned into a gentle stroke, as if to comfort my cheek and soothe the redness. His posture is as gentle as I remember. As before, kind and not crying because of me. 

 

"Don't have to do it. It's a kind smile."

 

"Well, if Babe doesn't make trouble every day, what will I scold?"

"You should be kind to me."

 

I spoke in the smoothest tone. But instead, I deliberately begged him visually, which was helpless because it was my habit that I had to claim. Return the affection from him every time we quarrel and reconcile. Although this time it was difficult to determine whether it was reconciliation, when we knelt and looked at each other like this. There was a smile on Charlie's face. It wasn't, but it was close enough.

 

"I've always been kind to Babe," Charlie replied in a soft voice. And if I didn't think of it myself, his face is moving closer and closer to me.

 

"It's not true, you're mean," I replied, not retreating even though his breath was blowing on my cheek "It's the meanest ex-boyfriend"

 

"Where is the best?"

"In my life"

 

"So that's right."

Charlie laughed. He would like to be the only ex-boyfriend in my life. And he satisfied that favour with a light touch on his lips. It's light but softer than our first kiss. Charlie wasn't intrusive. He held the kiss like that as if to seal my lips to be his only one, even though he didn't even have the right to kiss me like this. But what?

 

"Uh..."

 

I kissed back. And when Charlie didn't attack, I volunteered to be the one who assaulted myself. I raised my hand to his cheek. Tilt my face to find the right degree before crushing it tightly, signalling to ask for a way to greet more closely, which Charlie did. He is a good host. He revealed a little bit. Willing to let me in, and at the same time, he welcomed me with a single flavour.

 

We both still knelt on the floor. Each of us kissed the other eagerly. Hands touched each other's bodies. Everything was blurry and drunk like a whole bottle of liquor. I felt like the cut image faded in and out in waves. I realised again. My back was flat on the living room floor.

 

"I left the life," Charlie kissed and whispered while we played the staring game.

 

"If you know, you're watching it," I replied. "It's a big mess. Now it's probably trending because people want to know where Charlie has gone."

 

"If they knew that I ran away to my ex-boyfriend like this, I would be a mess."

"That's good."

"It's not funny."

"So are you going to leave me now?"

 

I'm sure that the eyes I use to look at Charlie now are as greasy as I can be in the time when there is no alcohol in the bloodstream. My palms caressed the side of his cheek until the sharp jawline. The front of the legs moves in the middle of the body until the ex-boyfriend, who is straddling above, has to crunch his jaw tightly. He must be enduring hard.

 

"Are you really going now?"

 

I asked again in a more pleading tone than before. No matter how hard Charlie is, he can't beat my devil. Even when I scolded him, he was heartless; he was still in love with me and almost unable to raise his head. And let alone when I expressed that I wanted him with all my heart like this.

 

"I don't want you to go... Can we be together?" Charlie may be a brick wall to others, but not to me.

 

"After this, Babe has to explain to Chris."

 

"I got it. I'll talk to him."

 

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I haven't been on this bed for a long time. Its touch is still the same. Both pillows, sheets, blankets, and everything are full of Babe’s scent. One thing that makes me feel comfortable is that I don't smell anyone else.

 

"Did you bring anyone to sleep with you?" I asked, kissing the beautiful house owner's legs with a sense of nostalgia. And he misses me just as much. Otherwise, I wouldn't have slept with a greasy smile like that.

 

"What do you think?" Babe raised his eyebrows.

 

"There is no smell on the bed," I replied in a flat voice. Before burying his fangs on the weak legs of the famous racer, Babe was not even startled. On the other hand, he made a soft sound in his throat as if satisfied with the small sting I gave him. 

 

"But I don't know"

"If you want to know, go and smell all over the house."

"I'm not a dog."

 

"No, it's like," the beautiful man replied, laughing, "I can catch it because of the smell all the time. It's worth using my check, too."

 

"I didn't mean to; it smelled by itself."

 

"The smell is so faint. If you don't try to smell it, you won't be able to find it. Don't lie. A little bit."

 

I don't argue. In fact, I shouldn't have lied to Babe about his sense in the first place. Babe knows the nature of this sense. A special scent makes it smell faster than the average person. The already clear smell will become clearer until it stings the nose. The scent that fades so faintly that the general public can't recognise it will become faint to us. This may require concentration to catch the molecules of smell and distinguish them. The scent of people who are attached to objects or places is considered a very faint type. Unless it is a smell that follows the fabric surface 

 

"By the way, whoever I'm going to sleep with, it has nothing to do with you," Babe said while sending His hand down to rub my head. He used all five fingers to comb his hair, crumple and crush it until it lost its shape. But at a time like this, who cares about the hairstyle? I don't want to be handsome anymore. I want him to look at me more. "You don't have the right to catch me."

 

"I'm not saying anything. I just want to know."

"What if I really brought someone else to sleep with?"

 

"Who?"

 

I performed very badly. Just Babe talked about other people when we were in bed together. I accidentally bounced up and used a hard voice to squeeze him. Where are the eyes that are sure that they would not be so friendly? Otherwise, Babe wouldn't have laughed until he trembled like that.

 

"Isn't it okay?"

 

I missed it.

 

"I want to know who it is." Even so, I still try to continue. To be honest, I don't want to lose face much. "In case it's someone I know"

 

"Do you think I'll have sex with someone you know?"

"I don't know, anything can happen."

 

"You only know the people in the team. Do you think I'm that crazy?" I don't know the people in X Hunter very well, at least not the number one enemy, like Willy, who is not one of them. However, I'm indeed close to people in a limited circle. But that doesn't mean I know a few people. Most of the people I know, I know well. Therefore, the person who (maybe) brought me to mock on the back bed may be someone I'm familiar with, based on Babe's posture. I'm fairly certain that Babe doesn't have a new one since we broke up. And now I don't want to waste time with him again.

 

"That's what I said. I know that Babe has no one else but me."

There are many other, more interesting things than that.

 

"I'm confident, too," said Babe. He twisted a little bit like trying to stop me, who was about to take off his underwear. Even though only one piece was left, I would really think about what to be embarrassed about now.

 

"Can you not be stubborn?"

"Why?"

 

"I'm going to take it off."

 

"Why do you have to take off only mine?" Babe squinted his eyes with dissatisfaction. He glanced at me, who still had every piece of clothing from head to toe. While I was left with only one inner layer (which I think is very sexy), it may not look much, but I think it's not the point at all. "Don't you think you're going to take off a piece?"

 

"Take off Babes' things first."

 

"So why don't you take it off at the same time?" The person was peeling before speaking in a stiff, formal tone.

 

"What is this... Is this all?"

"If it's just this, why the style?"

 

"So what do you want to see?"

 

"Oops!" When the argument didn't win, Babe dropped his head onto the pillow and acted like a child offended by his parents. I looked at the child in the adult body with a heart. But I can't do anything but move up and straddle him, using the lock move on him.

 

"Stop," I said in a stiff voice. "Do this again. When you're not satisfied, come and feed me."

 

"Then why don't you take it off..." This time, Babe made a begging sound instead. Because he knew where the limit of being stubborn with me was, a beautiful face, a face, an averted mouth, and eyebrows that were so stuck that I had to loosen them because just seeing it, I felt a headache instead. "What are you going to save? Can't you look at it?"

 

"I'm not stingy, but I see you want to watch it so much and pretend to play."

 

Actually, it's nothing. I just like to see him bend over. Even the mouth complains about his stubborn posture. But at the same time, it can't be denied that when Babe is offended, it's as good as when he likes it.

 

"What are you kidding? It's not fun. Don't be teasing."

"Babe  doesn't have the right to choose at all."

 

Babe made a smirk, even though he couldn't understand. But of course, that must be a specific insult to me without a doubt. And I don't think of anything to do with it. Just let him scold me as he wants.

 

But from seeming to be obsessed with secretly scolding me, Babe suddenly moved his attention to something else. He stared at my necklace, which hung a little away from his face (because I was straddling him), before raising his hand to touch it, causing it to swing like a cat playing with a toy.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

 

"Since when did you wear this?" Babe chooses to ask back instead of answering, while he is still playing with my necklace.

 

"Is it a necklace? It's been a long time."

"I've never seen this line."

 

"Are you sure?"

"What is the ring?"

 

The ring Babe is talking about is my pendant necklace. It's a smooth silver ring with diamonds. I don't think he noticed it that much. And I don't usually take it out of the collar. Even though I wear it all the time, because we are in this position, Gravity pulls it out of hiding. Show prominently in front of a cat that is usually not very observant.

 

"That's a normal ring," I answered casually. "It comes with a necklace."

"Huh.... Babe kept staring at me until I started to feel strange.

 

"Ah, okay." In the end, it was I who gave up first, anyway. I let him go.

 

I step back and sit down normally. "If you want to take it off, come and take it off." Babe looked a little confused. Suddenly, I got up and ran away. He seemed still addicted to the ring. But when he heard that I allowed myself to take off my clothes, his eyes immediately sparkled. But even so, Babe still retained his attitude. He pretended a little hesitantly. But he didn't hear the doorbell for a few seconds. The wilful person pulled himself up. He reached out to remove the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it. It fell off my head quickly as if it were racing against time.

 

My upper body is naked. Only that necklace is still stuck to my neck. Babe glanced at my body for a moment. Before hiding his face on my chest as if waiting for this time for a long time, his body was weak. While rubbing his face against my chest plate, he didn't forget to kiss me many times secretly. The more he saw this, the more Babe looked like a cat calling and crying for attention with the most powerful plea.

 

"What's that big, baby?" I gently erased his head while Babe still dragged his lips all over the chest. Spread down to my abdomen like my body is a canvas and his mouth is a paintbrush dipped in colour. "Do you miss it?"

 

"Uh..." Babe responded (I think so) while dragging his tongue from my abdomen up to the centre of my chest. His tongue was hot. But the softness and moisture made goosebumps. Anything that used to be calm began to become restless.

 

"Speak well"

"What did you say?"

 

"The one I asked just now," I replied, "Good answer." My ex-boyfriend tilted his face against my stomach. I was looking at myself like a stupid cat that doesn't understand what the owner is saying. He just has a duty to make cute faces. Because that's the superpower of cats that can be used as a tool to dominate the world.

 

"Miss you"

But Babe is not a stupid cat.

 

"I always miss you," he said softly. "I don't like to sleep alone. A little bit"

 

I have nothing to answer except a kiss. It's an answer that should be as profound, to the point, and in line with Babe's heart as possible. He expressed his name and his feelings by kissing me passionately. What we two do is considered strengthening a good relationship or not. We often find trouble, bullying, and quarrels, but ultimately reconcile through deep physical communication. I only know that it makes me feel good, but it's hard to give up this habit. Of course, talking is a good solution. But many times we get angry with each other, and sex is equally good.

 

However, we are no longer angry. We miss each other separately.