"You're right here, aren't you?"
The Young Scholar couldn't help reaching out.
"You're right here."
"Right?"
After hesitating for a while, the Young Scholar still didn't dare place his hand on the black Little Guy.
He was a little afraid of being bitten.
The black Little Guy ate so quickly, and even bit into apples so cleanly. Its teeth had to be razor-sharp...
He didn't want to risk his own safety.
His hand was important.
He needed it to write.
The Young Scholar's fingers curled slightly.
Then he slowly withdrew his hand.
"...You've eaten so many of my steamed buns..."
The Young Scholar tilted his head slightly. "And fruit."
"Shouldn't you thank me?"
The black Little Guy swallowed the last steamed bun.
It showed no reaction whatsoever to the Young Scholar's words.
When the black Little Guy once again dipped its claws into the bowl, the Young Scholar smiled.
"There's none left."
"You ate all the steamed buns."
"You ate so much..."
The Young Scholar carefully observed the black Little Guy. He couldn't see the slightest sign that it was full, and his amazement grew.
"You're still not full?"
The Young Scholar blinked.
Then he reached up and rubbed his eyes.
Had his eyes deceived him?
Just now, had he...
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
The Young Scholar voiced his suspicion.
Had he seen it wrong?
But it seemed that before... during their first two encounters...
The black Little Guy had rolled its eyes at him too?
The Young Scholar couldn't remember.
There had been too many things he needed to remember lately.
Those insignificant details...
Had naturally... been forgotten.
That didn't stop him from being just as surprised now as if he were seeing it for the first time.