Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

【World 1】━━ Brother for a day ━━

1.1 - System: This host has a unique painting style!

　　The wind on the rooftop was so strong that it hurt like a knife on my face. The administrator was already sleepy and groggy. He sat behind the table and pecked rice. He didn't open his eyes again until he heard the sound of the iron door being pushed open.

　　"Where are the students?" he asked, "You can't go up to the rooftop, it's a forbidden area!"

　　But before he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong - the person who came was not a student from this school, but a tall man in black, about twenty-seven or eighty years old. This man's jaw line was clean and sharp, and the atmosphere around him was silent and depressing. Hearing his voice, he looked towards him suddenly.

　　The caretaker felt as if he had seen a leopard walking through the forest. But this leopard's eyes were filled with pain.

　　"No entry?" the man asked in a deep voice.

　　The administrator didn't know what was going on with him. When he met his dark eyes, he seemed to smell some strange fragrance, and he felt drunk. He blinked blankly and subconsciously replied: "Can...can enter..."

　　He got out of the way. The man in black held the clothes in his arms and strode in.

　　It wasn't until he passed by the administrator that the administrator caught a glimpse of a small slender finger exposed under the coat. They were very white, but they were sickly pale, with no trace of blood-- He suddenly realized that what this man was holding in his arms was not some clothes, but a person!

　　He is a living person!

　　He was speechless, and his eyes subconsciously followed the movement of the man. The man gently took off his coat, spread it on the ground, and then slowly revealed the true face of the person inside.

　　It was a pretty face, with a slight dimple on the right cheek, which easily made people fond of her.

　　The young man was half lying in the man's arms, looking at the playground below and murmuring in a low voice: "It's autumn again..."

　　The man remained silent and wrapped his clothes tighter around him.

　　The young man smiled.

　　"Do you remember the first time we met?" He pointed to the other side of the rooftop, where the pear vortex was looming, "It was also in autumn, and you were wearing a silly black windbreaker, just like Batman."

　　The man made no comment, only lowered his head and pushed the strands of hair away from his forehead.

　　The young man smiled and began to cough violently again. His body began to convulse slightly, and the administrator's eyes widened as he saw bright red blood splattering in the air.

　　"A Lie..."

　　"You're not allowed to leave." The man suddenly hugged his waist tighter, and his eyes were stained red by the blood. "I haven't agreed yet, how can you leave?"

　　"But you promised me," the young man said quietly, word by word, "that you would give up the idea of ​​destroying the world and become a qualified successor to socialism..."

　　administrator:"......"

　　What?

　　Are these two people mentally ill?

　　You still let the world be a qualified successor to socialism. Then you are really great. Do you want me to give you a big red medal?

　　The man closed his eyes forcefully.