"Ah, please, please punish me, Bronya, I am not entitled to breakfast..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't we friends?"
"......friend?"
"Only when we treat each other as equals can we be friends."
Bronya's delicate little face showed astonishment and hesitation, as if she was thinking about the meaning of this sentence.
After a while, she sat on the chair with a nervous mood: "I, Bronya knows..."
Jinyun smiled, sat down, and enjoyed breakfast with Bronya.
Although Bronya is not a blank slate like Kokagura, who needs him to teach her everything.
But this little girl, no matter what he did, she looked terrified, afraid of angering him, which was quite stressful for Jinyun.
In short, he must make this child feel at ease. This is Jinyun’s most important goal at the moment.
"You need to change your clothes."
While eating, Jinyun suddenly said this.
Bronya didn't quite understand what Jinyun meant, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yun."
"Oh, no, I mean, come with me to buy some clothes later?"
"...Yes, do you want Bronya to accompany you?"
Bronya thought for a moment and nodded: "I understand. Bronya will do her job of getting the things."
"It seems like this was a complete misunderstanding. Well, it's okay."
Jinyun reached out and touched Bronya's soft hair.
[Bond value +15]
A hint of doubt flashed in Bronya's gray eyes, as if she was thinking about the meaning of Jinyun's actions.
Jinyun saw this and wanted to complain even more.
A girl with a cruel past, afraid of being abandoned, helpless, patted on the head to add affection...
The AI of this B game wouldn't really sew according to Xi Mouwei, right?
Chapter 23 A Little Improvisation
After breakfast, Jinyun went out with Bronya as agreed.
After treatment with the pills, Bronya's wounds have completely healed.
People who have just recovered from a serious illness should not exercise too much, but Jinyun did not plan to walk too far. There is a custom-made clothing store just outside the house.
In fact, Jinyun could buy the clothes in the mall. The reason he did this was that he hoped Bronya could quickly adapt to the environment and eat, sleep, and go shopping like a normal child.
Bronya was wearing Jinyun's old clothes: an army green plush coat with a large wool sweater underneath, and a pair of ill-fitting down pants that had the legs dragging on the ground.
She supported Jinyun's left arm, using it as an excuse to stick close to his body, and subconsciously hid behind Jinyun when she met passers-by.
In fact, unlike Xiao Jingliu, Bronya is not shy, but is afraid of being recognized by people in the organization.
After doing something like that, her current identity must be that of a traitor.
And there is usually only one fate for a traitor.
It doesn’t matter if I die, the key is not to drag Mr. Yun into this.
However, Mr. Yun seemed to see through her thoughts. He just comforted her calmly, "It'll be fine," and she believed it.
Really, very strange.
Mr. Yun's mysterious self-confidence is strange, and I, who trust him 100%, am even stranger...
After turning two streets, we arrived at our destination.
This is a clothing store located on the corner of the street. The location is quite remote. The thick snow piled in front of the door is enough to prove how bleak the business of this store is.
After all, in such a cold day, most people would choose to stay in their warm homes.
Jinyun waded through the snow and walked into the clothing store. The wind chimes on the door tinkled as he pushed the door open:
"Ding Ding~"
"welcome."
An old lady with gray hair and round-framed glasses put down the newspaper in her hand and looked towards the door.
Seeing the visitor, her old face showed a kind smile:
"Oh, yes, Mr. Yun, huh? The one next to you is..."
"It's a responsibility, I guess."
Jinyun placed his palm on Bronya's head, using the warmth of his palm to comfort her and tell her not to worry.
The old lady didn't ask any more questions. After all, there are more and more orphans wandering the streets these days.
"I see, you want to pick out some clothes for her, right?"
"Yes, buy a few more sets, a little bigger, the child grows fast."
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
The old lady waved to Bronya and said, "Come here, child. I will measure your size."
Bronya looked up at Jinyun, then took off her military coat and walked to the old lady.
"Well, in this size, the store happens to have a few sets that fit."
"But, can I just have one set? Bronya doesn't have that much money right now..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The old lady said with a smile, "The gentleman next to you will solve it, right?"
"Yes." Jinyun winked at Bronya, "The money for the clothes will be deducted from your next month's salary. Is that ok?"
"..."
I was going to say that I'm already very grateful that you're willing to adopt me.
But if I say that, I will probably let the other person down.
Bronya nodded, but ultimately said nothing.
Finally, the old lady brought four sets of clothes and filled several pockets.
The pockets for clothes were piled up into a small mountain.
"Four thousand rubles in total."
"it is good."
The old lady glanced at Bronya's stained leather shoes and said, "Go to the window cabinet and take two pairs of shoes. Consider them as a gift from me."
"How about that?"
Jinyun took out a five-thousand-ruble note, put it in the old lady's hand, and said to Bronya:
"Go pick."
"..."
Bronya nodded, looked around the display cabinet, and took out two pairs of brown leather shoes.
Jinyun saw through her thoughts at a glance.
The little girl chose these two pairs not because they are sturdy and good-looking, but because they are the cheapest among a layer of cheap shoes.
After paying, the old lady took off Bronya's torn black socks, carefully wiped her little feet clean with a towel, and put on new cotton socks and shoes for her.
The shoes fit well and the cotton socks were warm.
Putting on new clothes, Bronya looked completely refreshed.
Standing in front of the mirror, even she herself felt that she was reborn.
After leaving the clothing store and on the way back, Bronya was still very happy despite carrying a lot of bags.
Perhaps she herself didn't even realize that there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth throughout the journey.
Jinyun noticed that Bronya would deliberately lift her feet a little higher when she walked.
It's as if showing off this cheap yet precious pair of shoes to the world.
While deep in thought, Jinyun looked at his right leg.
His prosthesis is hidden under his trouser legs.
This is of course fake. In the first-person mode of the game world, his body is nothing more than a string of virtual data models connected to a somatosensory feedback suit.
As long as the somatosensory feedback of the right leg is blocked, a disabled person can be simulated.
By the way, what are you doing now?
Pretending to be a disabled young man who looked poor, he played house with Bronya.
Even the child didn't know that all this was a lie he made up.
Alas, no.
This is just a game, and playing such a role is just a whim.
The training time of Bronya is only 48 rounds, which is 12 rounds less than Mirror Style.
During this period of time, he has to think about what kind of life this character should live.
Being too sad will lead to imperfections, and being too perfect will breed weaknesses.
Although it is unclear what kind of life the characters will have after the development round ends, after all, they are just a string of data and a string of codes.
But even so, Jinyun still adheres to the core of training, which is to let them grow.
If there is no limit on the number of turns, he can give the girls a perfect life, but unfortunately the beta version does not support this.
Moreover, a life that is too perfect is a disaster in itself.
Perfection only has meaning when imperfections exist.
After the two returned to the cabin, a man wearing a coat and a mask walked out of the dark alley next to it.
A pair of eyes hidden under the hat flashed with gloom and contempt.
He took out his communicator and punched in a string of numbers.
After a while, a hoarse voice came from the communicator: "Report."
"Captain, we found her. When do we start?"
"......Ok, I see."
After hanging up the call, the man's face hidden under the mask revealed a hideous smile:
"Heh, Ural Silver Wolf, how dare you show up in a place like this."
"Do you think you can escape?"
"Betrayal, traitor to the organization."
"I'm going to break your limbs and make you into a vase, so—"
"Good what?"
A young voice suddenly sounded in the man's ears, like the whisper of death.
At this moment, the cruel smile on the man's face solidified into fear that penetrated deep into his bones!
He immediately drew out his dagger and swung it to his side.
click!
