Chapter 53

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Fu Ze was chewing on his chubby fingers, snot still hanging on his face. He blinked innocently, his gaze making An Zimo particularly uncomfortable.

An Zimo lowered his head, pulled his mask up to conceal his identity, and returned to his seat.

After a while, Fu Ze leaned closer and said, "An Zimo..."

"What."

Does poop taste good?

As soon as Fu Ze opened his mouth, An Zimo burst out laughing.

He initially thought it might be a child teasing him, but judging from the child's inquisitive eyes, he was genuinely asking the question.

An Zimo dares to guarantee that if he says it's delicious right now, Fu Ze will definitely sneak a couple of bites!

"Are you wearing a mask because your poop smells so bad?"

"Get lost! You're the one who eats shit!"

I heard everything.

"What the hell did you hear!" An Zimo roared, shoving Fu Ze away violently. "Stay away from me, don't talk to me."

Fu Ze pouted and reluctantly sat back down in his seat.

The rest of the time passed peacefully until An Zimo sensed something was wrong while playing games on the playground.

Every child who passed by pointed and whispered at him, giving him strange looks, and I could almost hear them talking.

Do all Vampire eat shit?

"I don't know, but my mom said they eat everything."

He's wearing a mask because he has bad breath.

"..."

An Zimo's brows and eyes were sinister, and his small hands, which had been hanging down, slowly clenched.

Just as he was getting angry, his cuff was gently tugged. He glared back fiercely, meeting Pei Nuo's timid gaze.

"Momo, you... you really ate poop?"

Who told you that?

"Everyone's saying..." Pei Nuo said hesitantly, then asked after a moment's thought, "Is it delicious?"

"..."

Without a doubt, it was Fu Ze who said it!

An Zimo rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the classroom to settle scores with that chubby boy.

"Fu Ze--!!"

Fu Ze was sitting on the ground stacking blocks, was startled by the loud voice. His wrist trembled, and the blocks he had just built instantly collapsed. He looked at An Ziming with a sad and aggrieved expression, "An Zimo, don't speak so loudly."

"Why are you spreading rumors everywhere?" An Zimo stepped forward and questioned him from above.

"I'm not making this up."

"If you weren't talking nonsense, why are people outside saying I eat shit?"

Fu Ze's eyes darted around. "I... I... I told Pei Yan, and he promised me he wouldn't tell anyone."

"Well said, 'Don't talk nonsense, '"An Zimo laughed in exasperation.

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pei Yan, who had finished playing, come in panting for a drink of water. An Zimo was so angry that his fingers itched and his teeth clenched together. Finally, he couldn't contain his anger, so he pounced on Pei Yan and pinned him to the floor, punching the child in the shoulder.

Pei Yan was stunned by the attack, but quickly began to fight back.

When the children in the Sunflower Class saw the two starting to fight again, they didn't rush to call the teacher, but instead gathered around to watch the drama unfold.

An Zimo and Pei Yan exchanged punches, making for a very lively fight.

During the struggle, the mask came off his face, and An Zimo snapped out of his daze. In the blink of an eye, Pei Yan punched him in the nose, and a stream of blood slid down his nasal cavity.

The children inhaled the bloody smell in the air. Blood was a huge temptation for the little Vampire who had no self-control. Their fangs were bared one after another, and a strange red light flickered in their eyes. The scene was eerie, just like something out of a horror movie.

"So sweet~"

"An Zimo is mango flavored!"

"Zimo, can we have a bite of you?"

"Let's line up!"

Someone called out, and the children obediently lined up, their eyes gleaming with hunger, ready to be fed at any moment.

Amid the chaos, Pei Nuo. Teacher Lin arrived at the scene.

This wasn't the first time Pei Yan and An Zimo had fought, so the teacher was used to it. What surprised her was that the children in the class actually treated their own kind as food. Even if they were Vampire, they still had rules and manners. What kind of behavior was this?

"Everyone, return to your seats!"

At Teacher Lin's command, the students scattered and returned to their seats, but they still couldn't suppress their desires, and they all looked at An Zimo with drooling eyes.

Turn your head back.

They slowly turned their heads back, and after a while, they peeked again furtively.

Teacher Lin walked up to the two of them, picked them up one by one, and lifted them up. An Zimo's face was covered in blood from his nose, but he stubbornly covered his mouth and nose and refused to let go.

"Let the teacher take a look."

An Zimo refused.

Teacher Lin forcefully pulled An Zimo's little hand away. He tried to resist, but he couldn't overcome the adult's strength. In the end, he turned his head away, his little face sullen.

Now everyone could see An Zimo's fangs clearly. Unlike the sharp teeth of the other children, his fangs were flat and uneven, making them impossible to suck blood.

Instantly, everyone in the class looked at him with pity. Even Pei Yan stared wide-eyed, filled with disbelief.

"An Zimo, you're disabled." He exclaimed in astonishment.

"Get lost! You're the disabled one!"

"An Zimo, you're so pitiful. I won't hit you anymore."

"Get lost! I was the one who hit you!!"

"I'll treat you to snacks tonight, don't be sad." Pei Yan hugged An Zimo and patted his back affectionately.

An Zimo irritably pushed him away and went straight to the sink to wash the blood off her nose.

[An Zimo is so pitiful, no wonder he has such a bad temper.]

How can he eat without teeth? I'll share half of my blood cake with him.

[Flat teeth, so pitiful...]

"..."

I can't stay in this class anymore!

An Zimo suppressed his agitation and sat back down on the small stool with a gloomy expression.

He was sullen Tiandu. In the blink of an eye, school was over, and his assistant came to pick up the three children to go home.

"Uncle Assistant, we'd like to go to the convenience store. Could you just take us there in front of the complex?" Pei Yan was still thinking about how An had treated An Zimo to snacks. He squeezed the few yuan bills in his bag and made the request to his assistant.

"No, I have to take you home." The assistant wasn't about to let such young children wander around outside; if something happened, it would be a real problem.

"It's okay, we'll go back after we buy the snacks. You can watch us go into the complex," Pei Yan said confidently. "If my brother finds out I'm eating snacks behind my back, he'll definitely scold me."

The three children didn't seem to be planning to wander off, so the assistant reluctantly nodded and led them into a small supermarket near the entrance of the residential complex.

The small supermarket was well-stocked. Pei Yan, clutching paper money, wandered back and forth on the snack shelf, then looked at An Zimo and asked, "An Zimo, do you want some spicy snacks?"

"I'm not eating." An Zimo turned his head away, his face full of unhappiness.

Pei Yan continued asking as if he hadn't heard, "Would you rather eat Tang Monk Meat or the Mouth-Burning Monkey?"

An Zimo thought for two seconds and then answered, "The ' Mouth-Burning Monkey '."

Pei Yan took a few bags of spicy strips and picked out a lollipop for his younger sister. The three children ate as they walked into the residential area under the watchful eye of their assistant.

Pei Yan's family is very strict, and the idea of having free access to snacks simply doesn't exist in their household. The ten yuan he just took was something he secretly slipped from Pei Chen's pocket when he wasn't looking, and he'd been hiding it for half a month. Today, he took it all out to An Zimo.

They sat in the small pavilion, chewing on spicy snacks with great relish.

"Brother, spicy~" Pei Nuo's little mouth was bright red from the spiciness, and she fanned herself with her hand as she asked Pei Yan for water.

Pei Yan unscrewed the bottle cap and fed her a sip, only to find that An Zimo remained silent.

"An Zimo, do you want some water?"

"No." An Zimo wiped his hands clean, picked up his schoolbag and slung it over his shoulder. "I'm going back."

"Don't worry about your teeth. You can always drink packaged drinks, like my great-grandfather," Pei Yan reassured him like a little adult. "But it might make finding a partner a little more difficult later."

An Zimo frowned. How did this get involved in finding a partner?

Pei Yan said with a serious expression, "My brother said that Vampire's teeth are like a human's kidneys; the sharper the teeth, the better the kidneys, and the more women like them."

Pei Nuo sucked on her fingers, looking confused, and asked, "Why?"

Pei Yan impatiently brushed her aside. "You don't understand, you don't even have kidneys."

Why don't I have kidneys?

"Nonsense, only men have kidneys!"

The two were talking at odds, yet one dared to speak and the other dared to listen.

An Zimo thought the brother and sister were a little off, and quickened his pace to go back and continue grinding his teeth. But just then, a scream from behind made him stop in his tracks.

"What's wrong?"

Pei Nuo stood in front of the bushes, her large eyes filled with terror.

He frowned slightly and turned back to the two siblings.

In the grass, a sparrow, its belly ripped open, struggled violently. Flies hovered over its wounds, and even from half a meter away, the stench emanating from the sparrow's wounds was palpable.

The little sparrow chirped and cried out in distress, flapping its broken wings as if trying to fly back into the sky.

The twins had never seen such a tragic scene before, and their eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"Brother, let's save the little sparrow."

Pei Yan nodded and stepped into the grass without hesitation.

An Zimo quickly stepped in front of them, saying coldly, "There's no need. These birds are covered in bacteria; be careful of infection."

Pei Yan was sweating profusely with anxiety. He stamped his foot and shouted, "But the sparrow will die if we don't save it!"

An Zimo glanced back; the sparrow's struggle had quickly drained its strength, and its chirping grew weaker. He felt no pity; his eyes were colder than the falling snow of winter. "Judging from the wounds, it was probably caused by a stray cat."

"Kitty?" Pei Yan's eyes were blurry with tears; she couldn't believe that her adorable cat could do something so cruel.

An Zimo squatted down beside the bird, carefully analyzing the wound. "The bird's wing is broken. It must have been pounced on by a wild cat while foraging for food. The cat tore open its belly, but didn't eat it, clearly treating it as a toy."

His casual description terrified Pei Nuo, who covered her eyes and sobbed uncontrollably.

An Zimo turned around and asked, "You want to save it?"

The brother and sister nodded frantically.

An Zimo smiled, "Okay." He lowered his eyelids and, under the expectant gazes of the two, took the heavily injured sparrow in his palm, and then—

Tighten it all at once.

The sparrow offered almost no resistance, suffocating to death in his palm a few seconds later, leaving behind a cold corpse.

midsummer.

Birdsong.

Two faces, bathed in sunlight, were deathly pale.

An Zimo's expression was cold. He threw the dead bird into the trash bag he hadn't had time to throw away, tossed it high into the air, and accurately threw it into the trash can next to him. Finally, he took out a tissue and expressionlessly wiped the sticky substance off his fingers.

"You... you killed it." Pei Nuo backed away, hiding behind her brother, her eyes filled with tears, fear, and blame.

"I'm saving it."

You clearly killed it!

"I killed it, and I saved it." An Zimo clenched the paper, his gaze calm. "Isn't it better to die quickly than to suffer for a long time?"

They couldn't possibly understand the meaning behind An Zimo's words. Pei Nuo had never been so heartbroken, nor had she ever hated An Zimo as much as she did now.

She picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it hard at An Zimo's face, screaming hoarsely, "You're a monster! Nuo Nuo never wants to play with you again!" She was very sad and ran home crying.

A warm sensation brushed against my cheek.

An Zimo raised his hand to touch it; it was blood.

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Later, when An Xiang die, he remembered the sparrow from earlier that day. ←Suddenly, a knife appeared.

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Two hundred yuan red envelope.