[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

"Is this...a gift for me?" Tang Lingyi weighed the gift box. The appropriate weight made her look curiously at Tang San, who looked mysterious: "What is it?"

"...Why don't you take a guess?" Tang San refused to tell her directly, and tried to beat around the bush: "Is it something you are very familiar with?"

"Am I familiar with it?"

Tang Lingyi put the gift box to her ear and shook it gently. The items inside collided with the gift box and made a dull sound.

From the looks of it, it seems to be a large, round (?) piece.

Tang Lingyi tried hard to search for objects that fit the above description from his past memories, but as the Tang sect was famous for its sharp hidden weapons, basically... nothing could be related to Yuanrun.

She frowned and shook her head: "...I can't guess."

"You didn't even guess, right?" Tang Lingyi's move of surrendering directly made Tang San feel a little sad. As expected, she had never changed, she was still the same salted fish who didn't even want to struggle.

Tang Lingyi defended with a smile: "No, I just made a guess in my mind, but I just didn't find a reliable answer. And..."

She paused and continued: "If you want to know what's inside, can't I just open it? Why bother with so much trouble?"

This skillful set of excuses made Tang San helplessly shake his head, raise his hands and compromise: "Okay, you are right."

"So..." Tang Lingyi smiled proudly and pointed at the gift box: "Can I open it directly now?"

She couldn't wait to find out what was inside.

I thought Tang San would be very happy, but unexpectedly, the boy who was so confident just now suddenly hesitated. He rubbed his fingers and hesitated: "How about... you should go back and open it again?"

"Why?" Tang Lingyi was a little dissatisfied. This kind of behavior that aroused people's curiosity and prevented her from continuing to explore was really annoying!

"Because..." Tang San touched his nose, "It's not that - perfect."

Tang Lingyi chuckled: "Who says gifts have to be perfect? ​​As long as they represent your feelings, why ask for extravagant gifts? And... nothing in this world is perfect."

After downing a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, she shrugged: "So... can I dismantle it now?"

The girl's eyes seemed to be filled with stars, and her bright expectations made people reluctant to refuse.

Tang San turned his head awkwardly, the tips of his ears turning crimson: "Yes, it's okay."

"Then I'll tear it down!"

Tang Lingyi rubbed her hands, carefully found the knotted part of the gift and slowly loosened the white ribbon.

Opening the gift box, a wooden machine toy came into view.

"Is it the little piggy?!"

Tang Lingyi opened her eyes wide in surprise, quickly picked up the short and fat piggy in her arms and touched it.

The delicate touch, neatly striped joints and faint lingering woody fragrance - it's obvious that the materials are of the highest quality.

Tang Lingyi felt vaguely familiar with the wood. After thinking about it for a moment, she suddenly realized: "Did you use the material you asked me to find for you last time to make this?"

"...Yes." Tang San felt a little embarrassed by these words.

After all, giving someone a birthday gift using ingredients given by someone else - no matter how you look at it, it will be embarrassing for both parties.

But he really couldn't think of any good ideas. Tang Lingyi helped him a lot, but she seemed to have no desire. Choosing a gift for her - Tang San was really troubled.

He originally wanted to invite her to have a nice spicy meal, but Shi Shuer's instructions to mention the fortune-telling noodles gave him away.

After thinking about it - it seems that the most appropriate thing is to give her some gifts that are related to her previous life.

Although Tang Lingyi never mentioned it, Tang San always felt that she was still attached to her previous life.

Tang Lingyi couldn't help but rub the little pig in her arms, twisting its tail and laughing as she watched it jumping around in her arms.

"You are really talented. You actually figured it out on your own."

Although the Mechanical Piggy is not a highly skilled work, the gears and mechanisms in its body cannot be made easily.

Tang San shook his head when he heard this: "That's not all. At the moment, I've only figured out how to make it move. As for fixed-point movement... I don't have a clue yet."

"It's already great!" Tang Lingyi looked at Xiaozhu with great satisfaction, and then looked at Tang San a little apologetically: "It's a pity that I'm not very proficient in mechanism arts, so I can't help you with this."

"It's okay, it's okay." Tang San waved his hands quickly: "It's okay for me to think about it myself, Lingyi, you have already helped me a lot. As long as... you don't dislike this gift being crude."

"Simple?" Tang Lingyi raised her eyebrows, hugged the little pig and kissed it: "This is simply the best birthday gift I received today!"

The compliments and exaggerated expressions made Tang San happy. He looked at the book given by the master and joked: "Is it better than the teacher's book?"

What he said... Tang Lingyi rolled her eyes at him speechlessly: "It's not like you don't know me, and you're still saying this?"

"Sorry, sorry." Tang San covered his mouth and smiled, "I just think it's really interesting for you, Lingyi, to face the teacher."

"Interesting?" Tang Lingyi put the machine pig back into the gift box and looked at him with a straight face: "What about now?"

The sharp eye blade and the black aura that continued to emanate from Tang Lingyi's back made Tang San slowly stop smiling. He swallowed and shook his head: "No, it's not funny."

Tang Lingyi still didn't speak, but a quick smile flashed in her black eyes.

Tang San keenly caught the relaxed emotion, and couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth, and he and Tang Lingyi burst out laughing in unison.

The tense atmosphere was eliminated by the tacit smile between the two. Noisy people came and went around them, but the boy's most beautiful feelings were frozen in a corner of time - with a style that will never fade.

The carriage of time ticked like this through the remaining half of the semester.

Every morning, Tang San would take advantage of the rising sun to practice his Purple Demon Eyes as usual. He would attend class as usual in the morning, pester Tang Lingyi to practice and discuss problems in the afternoon, and listen to the master's teachings in the evening.

At night, he continued to practice Xuan Tian Gong and Tian Luo Gui Dao in Tang Lingyi's small villa.

——It can be said that every day is absolutely fulfilling for him.

Tang Lingyi's schedule is - sleep until she wakes up naturally in the morning, be forced to practice and teach the little boy in the afternoon, and go to the master's class with Tang San in the evening.

Unknowingly, her life seemed to be increasingly filled by a little boy named Tang San.

Except for occasionally being dragged out by Xiao Wu to go shopping, she basically never left the three-acre land of Notting College.

Perhaps because the talent of Tusu Wine itself can promote the growth of plants, the soul power of the two of them skyrocketed like a rocket, and by the end of the semester-both had made considerable progress.

At Nordin Junior Soul Master Academy, one semester lasts for one year. During the entire process, students are not allowed to go home, but their relatives can visit.

Tang San occasionally looked forward to his father's arrival, but until the end of the semester, there was no sign of Tang Hao.

Fortunately, his life was fulfilling enough. The miraculous Tang Sect's organ skills and the ever-unstable Tianluo Kung Fu attracted his extra attention, and he didn't have much time to think about it.

"You want to go home?" Tang Lingyi looked at Tang San packing his luggage and said something she thought was "stupid".

"Yes." Tang San nodded, "I plan to go back and see my father."

"Huh? Your new forging hammer was given to your father?" Tang Lingyi looked at the hammer in his backpack and looked at Tang San in confusion.

"Yes! I want my father to change it to a better one. The original one... is too old." Tang San quickly tied a bow on the package and carried it on his back.

Tang Lingyi sat in a wheelchair and went downstairs with him: "Is your home far from here?"

"It's not very far. If you walk...it will take about half a day." Tang San estimated his distance and replied.

The two of them walked slowly to the door. Tang Lingyi pointed to the carriage outside reservedly: "Butler Feng will come to pick me up later. You can make this carriage and go home first."

"Ah? But..." Tang San hesitated. He could drive a carriage, but he probably didn't have room to put it.

Tang Lingyi saw through what he was thinking at a glance, took out a turquoise box from the soul guide and stuffed it into Tang San's arms: "Ask the servant to take you back, she will bring the carriage back. This gift is from me. It’s my uncle’s, please bring it to him for me.”

Tang San lowered his head and was stunned, a little moved: "Lingyi...you."

"Come on, come on." Tang Lingyi had a headache when she heard his sensational words. She pushed him out of the door "roughly" and waved to him "disgustingly".

Tang San looked at the awkward girl in the door and smiled, then raised his hand and waved: "Lingyi, see you next semester."

"...See you next semester." Tang Lingyi also waved and watched him get on the carriage before turning around and entering the door.

About ten minutes later, Butler Feng drove a carriage to the door.

After packing up the large and small bags, Butler Feng was about to hug Tang Lingyi and get into the car, when the sound of "ta-da-da" footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

Xiao Wu ran from a distance carrying a pink package, stopped in front of the carriage and waved to Tang Lingyi.

"Sister Xiaoyi, am I not late?"

Tang Lingyi smiled at her: "No, get in the car quickly."

"Okay." Xiao Wu took a breath and was about to get in the car when she suddenly met Butler Feng's sharp gaze. The little rabbit's intuition made her take a step back. Tang Lingyi narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw this.

A drop of sweat streaked across Xiao Wu's forehead, and the two erect ears on the top of his head stood up like exploding hairs, giving him a frightened look.

Tang Lingyi quietly inserted herself between the two of them, pointed at Butler Feng and smiled: "Xiao Wu, this is the steward who takes care of me - Butler Feng, you can just call him Grandpa Feng."

"Grandpa Feng, this is Xiao Wu, my—sister!"

She introduced each other to the two of them, but the difference was that in the words she said to Butler Feng, she emphasized the last two words.

Butler Feng withdrew his eyes slightly and smiled kindly at Xiao Wu: "Hello."

Without the previous confrontation, Xiao Wu gradually relaxed. She blinked in confusion and looked at Butler Feng inquiringly.

But the old man's kind smile made her give up her suspicion. Xiao Wu raised her face and nodded with a smile: "Hello, Grandpa Feng, my name is Xiao Wu."

"Xiao Wu, right?" An unknown color flashed through Butler Feng's eyes, and he touched her head: "Well, come up quickly."

Tang Lingyi echoed from the side: "Yes, Xiao Wu, let's get in the car quickly, we can't make it in time for lunch."

"Okay, Sister Xiaoyi." Xiaowu jumped into the car obediently and sat down obediently.

Butler Feng then picked up Tang Lingyi and put her into the carriage. The girl turned around and whispered a word in the old man's arms, her expression so restrained that it seemed like an illusion.

"Grandpa Feng, she is my sister."

The old man was startled slightly, and then sighed without any trace.

He lowered the curtain to hide the complexity in his eyes.