Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot

Chapter 213: Enter

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation      Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

This day was nothing new for Wu Tian.

Going to school, coming back, and returning home.

He casually tossed his backpack onto the sofa and collapsed wearily onto it.

“Is there anything to eat?” After a full day of studying, he closed his eyes to relax and asked absentmindedly.

“Yes, Young Master, there is food in the kitchen,” a strange voice replied. It sounded somewhat like a child’s voice but also had a hoarse quality to it.

“Why is it you?!” Wu Tian suddenly opened his eyes and saw the figure standing next to him. He asked impatiently, “Where’s Aunt?”

“Aunt is on leave,” the figure replied, each word pronounced deliberately.

“Tsk.” Wu Tian was not pleased. “You don’t have to say anything; I get it.” The figure’s voice was unbearable, like a child with a hoarse throat from crying. This was the servant his father had left for him, claiming it could protect him.

Protect? Wu Tian had never felt that way. This guy was too delicate; he complained about sunburn, and he had to stay in the dark corners of the house all day. He wasn’t very smart, and his voice was unpleasant. Wu Tian couldn’t stand him, and he usually avoided contact.

However, if Wu Tian rejected him, his father would have him eliminated. Despite his dislike, this guy was the first playmate Wu Tian had in his childhood. Wu Tian felt uncomfortable at the thought of being the one to eliminate him. He could talk and perform tasks, very much like a person. Directly eliminating him felt like killing someone with his own hands, which made Wu Tian uncomfortable.

So, in the end, he kept him, for a whole decade.

Apart from forcing this servant on him, Wu Lin had hardly exposed Wu Tian to anything related to the supernatural.

Wu Lin’s explanation to Wu Tian was that exorcism was an ancestral art of their family, but they had fallen from grace, losing their talents. The only thing left was this ghost servant.

Wu Tian had been curious about exorcism and wanted to learn it, but Wu Lin always agreed and then procrastinated. Over time, Wu Tian’s perspective changed. He vaguely felt that it probably wasn’t a good thing.

But what did it have to do with him whether it was good or not? Wu Tian grumbled to himself as he walked to the kitchen.

Behind him, a small paper figure quietly crawled out of his backpack when no one was looking.

And in the next moment, the small paper figure met a pair of dark, shiny eyes.

“Ah?!” Both sides were having similar thoughts.

However, the small paper figure reacted quickly. It immediately retreated into the backpack. The figure looked at the backpack, then at Wu Tian in the dining room, and back at the backpack.

Something came in with Young Master… should it inform Young Master? The figure thought sluggishly, but Young Master had instructed it not to speak.

Seeing no commotion outside, the small paper figure cautiously poked its head out again, and it found the figure still contemplating something.

Never mind! The small paper figure suddenly pushed itself upright, did a front somersault, and slid down along the backpack straps.

Huh? It’s gone! The figure panicked and frantically searched for the small paper piece. Should it tell Young Master? It anxiously glanced back at the kitchen, as if hoping Wu Tian would hurry over.

Wu Tian was indeed making his way back to the living room with some snacks.

“Wuwu!” The figure was getting anxious, but Young Master had forbidden it from speaking, so it pointed at the backpack and made a noise.

“What’s wrong?” Wu Tian was exasperated. This guy was still so clueless. “Just tell me directly.”

“Young Master! There’s a piece of paper…” the figure said deliberately.

“Oh, there’s a piece of paper somewhere, I guess,” Wu Tian looked around, but the area around his backpack was clean, not a trace of paper. It probably got blown away somewhere; the house staff would clean it up later.

No, it’s a paper that moves! Where did it go? The figure was slow to catch on, looking left and right until Wu Tian impatiently told it not to fidget. It had to give up.

At this moment, the small paper figure was running frantically in the hallway on the second floor of Wu Tian’s house..

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