My Avatar Is Becoming The Ultimate Boss Chapter 876

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“Big sis pummels a restricted-level elementary school student, big sis is the best in the world!” Kong Youling clapped and said.

“If you can talk, then say more, little sister Kong Youling,” Su Zimai huffed.

Ten minutes later, in the same Hai Fan City, inside the kitchen of this residential building.

The curtains swayed slightly, and the autumn scenery outside was deepening. A maple leaf drifted over the windowsill into the kitchen. The sunset was about to sink below the horizon, casting its last rays into the kitchen.

Around a dining table, Ji Minghuan and Kong Youling sat down, while Su Zimai pulled up a chair and sat between them.

Opposite them, Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo Case were listening to Su Zimai with puzzled expressions.

Gu Zhuo Case looked stunned, his expression like he was constipated; Gu Qiye, with arms crossed, leaned against the sink, quietly staring at Ji Minghuan’s face.

Their minds were filled with a thousand questions, like “So you mean… he’s my son?” “Is this kid really Wenyu?”.

But they didn’t voice any of them.

They just looked at Ji Minghuan’s face, waiting for him to speak.

“Yes, he’s the old brother, anyway, that’s that…” Su Zimai finished, relieved.

Her high school-level language skills weren’t enough to eloquently explain such a complex situation, but she managed to make them understand.

At this point, Su Zimai glanced at the expressions of the father and son, then reached out to pat Ji Minghuan’s head, “From today on, he’s my brother.”

She paused and then ruffled Kong Youling’s hair, “And she’s my sister.”

At that, Su Zimai lowered her head, almost spitting out each word menacingly:

“You two old men better not have any objections.”

Gu Zhuo Case and Gu Qiye were silent for a moment, during which father and son quietly looked at Ji Minghuan’s face.

Ji Minghuan avoided their gaze, finally speaking up, clumsily saying:

“I’m back, dad, old brother.”

Hearing this familiar tone, Gu Zhuo Case’s eyes suddenly reddened slightly, he rubbed his stubble, averted his gaze, and murmured:

“It’s good… that you’re back.”

Gu Qiye was silent for a long time, then took a deep breath, reached out, and gently patted Ji Minghuan’s head, “You’ll have plenty of time to explain later, got it?”

“Yeah, I’ll make everything clear to you both,” Ji Minghuan nodded.

“What are you two babbling about? Don’t bully my big brother, oh no, my little brother.”

Su Zimai said, furrowing her brows at the father and son, gently hugging Ji Minghuan.

Gu Qiye chuckled softly.

He said quietly, “Alright, alright, we’ll listen to Xiaomai, after all, Lord Maimai still runs the household.”

“This time, you’re not allowed to run away,” Su Zimai said while firmly grabbing Ji Minghuan’s wrist, “Big brother and I will keep an eye on you.”

“Okay, okay, okay, big sis.”

Ji Minghuan elongated his words, then lifted his head to look at Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo Case, “By the way, dad, old brother…”

The two turned their heads to quietly look at his face.

Ji Minghuan paused, then suddenly asked, “Do you want to go on a world trip with me?”

Before they could answer, he reached out to pat Su Zimai and Kong Youling’s heads, slightly curling his lips, “Of course, these two guys will come too.”

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September 10th, 22:00, Iceland, Reykjavik.

In the hospital room, a girl in a kimono slowly opened her eyes, staring absentmindedly at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Then, she slowly sat up and looked out the window.

Night had fallen, the Pearl Building in Reykjavik shimmered with a pure white glow in the evening breeze, and an azure aurora lit up the sky.

Ayase Origami stared blankly out the window, then she noticed a book of haikus on the bedside table.

It was the haiku book her mother left her.

After a moment, she reached for the haiku collection, opened it, and unexpectedly saw a photo stuck in the book, taken with someone at the dock in Bergen, Norway.

There were wooden houses everywhere, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and at that time, she and Xia Pingzhou were sitting on a public wooden bench by the roadside, their cheeks enveloped in a warm glow.

The sunset rendered the sea surface brilliantly bright, and white doves flew across the sky.

Xia Pingzhou and Ayase Origami rested their heads together, the camera capturing this moment.

Seeing Xia Pingzhou’s expressionless face in the photo, Ayase Origami suddenly realized one thing:

—He was already dead.

In that black and white world, he lay in her arms, all covered in blood, hoarsely saying: “Don’t die… You are, the most important person to me.”

Recalling those scenes in her memory, Ayase Origami trembled and lowered her head, her clear hair covering her eyes.

Her lips moved slightly.

“Liar…”

After a while, a tear slowly trickled down the corner of the kimono girl’s eye.

She cried silently for a long while and then suddenly murmured:

“Takayama… is this what sadness feels like?”

At that moment, she suddenly caught sight of a shadow by the window with the corner of her eye, it was a boy.

The hospital room was very quiet.

The boy sat on the windowsill, eyes lowered, quietly flipping through a book, his face bathed in bright moonlight.

“Iceland’s weather is really cold… I don’t like it here at all, do you?” he said to himself while reading.

Ayase Origami slowly lifted her eyes, turned her head, quietly observing him.

“Do you want to go outside with me?” the boy asked.