His dark blue hair rose to the sky, revealing his full forehead and handsome eyebrows. His skin was fair, but his eyes were dark. His expression was cold, and his aura was telling people to stay away.

"Aizawa -sensei, I've discussed it with my parents. If possible, I hope to use my personality to help others." The boy lowered his eyes and looked a little awkward, but his tone was firm.

Xiangze YiTai stood up with his hands in his pockets. He glanced at the dumbfounded man.

Kōichi Murakami: "?

Murakami, introduce yourself. "

?

Kōichi Murakami realized something. He stood up with his eyes wide open and stretched out his hand: "I am?

Kōichi Murakami. Please take care of me in the future. "

"Mind Manipulator, please take care of me." The boy stretched out his hand and shook it gently.

?

Kōichi Murakami calmly retracted his hand and rubbed his fingertips: "Does Xin Cao Kun know about my situation?"

Mind Manipulator nodded: "I only need to use my personality on you?"

"Yes!"

?

The moment Murong Xingyi replied, he was controlled by his worrying personality. He stood there blankly with blank eyes, like a corpse that had been placed vertically.

"Mind Manipulator?

Murakami still has a fever. Let him lie down on the bed first. "Kota Aizawa scratched his head," It seems that you will be staying together today.

You have to leave school before seven o 'clock. There are still a lot of things to deal with. I'll go first. "

Mind Manipulator's fingers twitched slightly, but his face was still as cold as usual. He said yes. Mind Manipulator?

Murakami lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Kota Aizawa pushed the door open and left.

What should I do in this situation?

He scratched the back of his neck. He had a headache.

He looked at Murakami lying quietly on the bed.

Kōichi Murakami.

The young man lying on the bed looked like a patient who had just been declared dead by the doctor. His short, greyish-white hair was slightly curled up and coarse, and there was a strand of hair on the right side of his ear. Even though his eyes were closed, it could not hide the owner's exquisite face. He looked like a marble sculpture that should be collected and admired by others, making people feel pity for him.

He had unlocked his personality.

Kōichi Murakami kept his eyes closed. After a while, he sighed in satisfaction. "Xin Cao Kun, your personality is really great."

His mind was completely blank, leaving only a weak sense of self-awareness. The various thoughts that were constantly gushing out were all cleared away by the orders of a higher level. It had been a long time since he had the peace.

It was a pity that the time was too short, and he was so sleepy that there was no way for him to think in that kind of situation. Most importantly, even if he removed the control, he didn't cause a counterattack like Aizawa -sensei did.

He smiled and stood up. His grayish-white eyes were filled with pure joy and gratitude. "Thank you, Xin Cao Kun."

Worrying Person was stunned for a moment. Then, he let out a hum and smiled for the first time since they met today. "Nothing."

?

Kōichi Murakami was shaken by this smile. He stood up and put on his clothes. "I'm sorry. I'm sick now, and my control has dropped a lot. I might have to trouble you tonight.

Xin Cao Kun, have you packed your bag? "

Worrying Person He?

Murakami made the bed together. He looked out the window. The clouds in the sky were already gilded by the sun. "I came directly after class. Can you still go back to the classroom now?"

"Thank you for your concern. It's just a small fever. Then let's split up and go back to the classroom to pack. Then we'll meet at the entrance of the teaching building. This is my phone number."

Kōichi Murakami hummed a little tune as he skipped back to the classroom.

He took out his bag from the cupboard, took out the controller, and found the corresponding program for the doll. As he walked out, he replayed the video and found Worrying Person's smile. He looked at it obsessively for a while. Then, he saved it on his phone and saved all the images related to him in a new folder.

Worrying Person's personality was really useful. His mind had been very clear since just now. He first planned what to do at night. Speaking of which, there was no light at home. The newly made candles had a strong hypnotic component. He needed to buy new candles. What should he prepare for dinner? There should be new clothes at home for bathing.

?

Kōichi Murakami put away the controller and raised his hand to say hello. "Hey, Xin Cao Kun. Sorry to keep you waiting."

This time, they took the tram home. Along the way, they chatted about some topics. He told Worrying Person about the situation at home and pulled him to a supermarket close to home.

Pushing the trolley.?

Kōichi Murakami looked around for a target. "Xin Cao Kun, what do you like to eat?

Can you accept the spicy taste?

My culinary skills are not bad. "

Worrying Person followed him silently. He put his hands in his pockets and said slowly, "I don't like anything in particular. My tolerance for spicy taste is average."

"Is that so? What about the picky customers?"

Kōichi Murakami chuckled and put the ingredients into the trolley. "Diagonally across from this shelf is the daily necessities. Xin Cao Kun, can I trouble you to get a few flashlights? The light should be softer. If there are candles, use white ones.

Thank you. "

There were very few people in the supermarket at night, and he was worried about other people. With his height, he easily saw the signboard of the daily necessities section. After asking the salesperson for the location of the flashlight, he found the recommended necessities.

He took two or three flashlights and thought it should be enough. He looked down and found the candles.

His condition was no different from that of an ordinary person. It was not as serious as Aizawa -sensei had described. He also did not look sick. Can my personality really help others get rid of their pain?

He picked up the white candles. It was safer to use them at home. There were so many different types of candles.

Didn't I already decide that I can become a hero even with this personality? So this is a good opportunity to prove myself.

"Xin Cao Kun, have you chosen?"

Kōichi Murakami pushed the trolley full of items over.

"Well, this one is fine." He put the candles and flashlights in the trolley. "Is there anything else?

Don't you need a wall lamp? "

"Let me see.

There is no socket at home. "He flipped the trolley." It's enough. Let's go and pay the bill. "

…

"I didn't expect to lack so many things at home."

Kōichi Murakami shook the plastic bag in his hand.

Worrying Person slowed down and dodged the attack. "?

Mura-kun, how long will it take? "

"We'll be there soon. It's the building in front."

Kōichi Murakami took out a key from his pocket and twirled it around his finger. He looked at Worrying Person, who was panting slightly, and smiled. "Xin Cao Kun, you don't have enough stamina to become a hero." His voice was so pleasant. His eyes were drifting.

Would his personality require his voice? What if he covered his mouth to prevent him from speaking?

The camera on his head followed Worrying Person's figure and recorded the boy's slightly red cheeks under the dim light. "It's just that the journey is a little long today, and I haven't adjusted my breathing properly."

Ignoring the distance between the trolley and the supermarket, it took them more than half an hour to walk from the supermarket, which was the closest supermarket to their home. They had to climb a mountain on the way. Were there really any houses here? The buildings were getting fewer and fewer, and they could already see the forest nearby.

"Hey, hey." Worrying Person tossing the key up and down?

Murakami slowed down slightly. Worrying Person tried his best to keep up with his steady breathing. "We're here."

This was a building that was far away from the crowd. There were very few street lights around it.

Its large body was hidden in the darkness, and one could just barely make out that it was a modern two-story building.

Kōichi Murakami took out the flashlight from the plastic bag and handed it to Worrying Person. "I'm sorry, I'll have to use this for now.

It's a little dark inside, but don't use the light for now. Give me your hand and follow me. "

Pushing open the door, the room was darker than the outside. He held Worrying Person's hand.

Kōichi Murakami's voice was slightly high. "There's some junk at the entrance. It's from the express delivery that I bought earlier. Some of the things inside are afraid of light, so we can't use the flashlight for now. After we pass this place, I'll turn on the fluorescent lights.

His worry caused him to stumble as he moved forward. This entrance was surprisingly long. He stepped over countless obstacles. Some of the objects that he accidentally kicked would give him a mysterious feeling.

Furthermore, it was not a normal darkness. It was as if his vision had been taken away. He could not see anything, not even the smallest outline of the objects.

He had read the information given by Aizawa -sensei. Living alone in this kind of environment, and guessing?

He might have had a certain degree of PTSD before, but now his personality was in a semi-out of control state. Was this Heroica's student? His laissez-faire attitude was really disappointing.

"It's done."

Kōichi Murakami loosened his grip on Worrying Person's hand and pressed it accurately to the side. A subtle sound came from afar. Gradually, a fluorescent green light lit up the surroundings. Go straight, turn left, turn right. All the corners were carefully labeled accordingly. Even the name of the room was written.

"If you can't see clearly, you can turn on the flashlight now.

If you don't like green, you can change to another color. "

She hid her painful hand behind her back, while the other hand turned on the flashlight and shone it straight at him.

Kōichi Murakami, the Warm-Yellow Light Warrior?

His upper body was clearly illuminated. He squinted his eyes and his cheeks were slightly red. The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing half of his sharp teeth. His tone rose. "Worrying Person, what's wrong?"

It was obviously a smiling expression, but it sent chills down Worrying Person's spine. Did he lose control again? "?

Murakami Kun, you still have a fever. Where's your first aid kit? "

?

Kōichi Murakami's expression was still the same. His gaze was unfocused as if he was looking at Worrying Person, but also as if he was looking at something else through him. He mouthed something but didn't make a sound. After a while, he revealed a huge smile that was eerie under the light.

[Worrying Person, leave it here.]

“?

Murakami Kun, what are you saying? Speak louder. "Worrying Person stared at him.

Murakami didn't look away, but he didn't take a step back.

Under the light,?

Kōichi Murakami could clearly see Worrying Person's expression like a frightened cat. He licked his teeth. One of the conditions of personality was to reply. "I'm sorry. This is the first time I've brought someone home. I don't really understand my current emotions."

I should have brought him to the house near the middle school, but I unknowingly brought him here. The stickers here were originally prepared for Dehisa.

His personality was successfully activated.

Worrying Person heaved a sigh of relief and ordered, "Let go. Find the first aid kit."

Kōichi Murakami turned around mechanically and walked into the living room.

He picked up the plastic bags on the ground and went to the kitchen to put them away.

Halfway through, he held the hair gel in his hand. His heart was complicated beyond words.

In short, after everything was put away, he picked up the flashlight and shone it on the surrounding environment. The green color illuminated by the light was no different from the surrounding walls. The decoration leaned towards nature and was generally the same as an ordinary apartment. When he walked to the living room, he saw a map on the wall covered with dense red lines. One of the red crosses was particularly eye-catching. On the other side, the wall that should be connected to the outdoor space was tightly sealed.

Kōichi Murakami stood in the part of the living room that belonged to the normal living room with the first aid kit in his hand.

Worrying Person found a place to sit and unlocked his personality. "Have you calmed down?" He discovered the weakness of his personality so quickly and was already prepared.

How could he let him continue to speak in such a situation next time? If he didn't control himself just now, how could he counteract … He touched the back of his neck with an eager expression.

?

Kōichi Murakami sat opposite Worrying Person with a thermometer in his mouth and a fever patch on his head. He was playing with his phone.

Worrying Person didn't think much of it and studied the map on the wall.

Not only was it more detailed than the maps on the market, but it was also full of Ormet's markings. His fanatical fans were the kind who were very active.

"Do you want water or tea? The drinks are the ones I bought just now.

It's a little late. Sorry, I wanted to cook something delicious to entertain you. I can only cook udon noodles for now. Is this okay for dinner? "

He took out the thermometer. It was slightly lower than 38 degrees Celsius. Generally speaking, a fever wouldn't last more than four days. A few more days would be enough.

Worrying Man nodded his head carelessly. "Normal water is enough.

Which is my room? "

"Go out and turn left to go upstairs. There's a room above the door.

Go up and take a look. Tell me if there's anything missing.

And just now, one of the conditions of your personality is that you need the other party to respond, right? You just need to say something or make a sound. "

"… Making a sound is enough." After a moment of silence, Worrying Person gave an uncertain answer.

When I provoked the hooligans earlier, they were controlled after making a sound. More specifically, they should respond to my question and make a sound.

"As expected, Xin Cao Kun, I really did lose control just now … Sorry." Worrying Person couldn't see clearly?

He was silent for a while. "Next time, call my name, Murakami. No matter what state I'm in, I'll respond."

He raised his head and smiled, but his eyes were terrifyingly desolate. It's only been a few hours since the afternoon, hehe.

He looked at the time, got up, and left after saying that he was going to prepare dinner.