My Avatar Is Becomin Chapter 157: Feral Child

The very first second she stepped into the Confinent Room, Sun Changkong suddenly regretted it.

She paused her footsteps. Peeking from beneath the brim of her baseball cap, she cast a sidelong glance at the backs of Ji Minghuan and Kong Youling.

As if she had witnessed sothing incredibly bright and dazzling, she tilted her head back and gaped in a daze, her little canine teeth catching the cold light of the room.

After a long while, she realized that neither of them had noticed her.

Only then did Sun Changkong slowly close her mouth, the surprise in her eyes gradually fading away.

She felt neither disappointed nor upset. She simply pursed her lips, quietly watching the intimate silhouettes of Kong Youling and Ji Minghuan.

A long mont passed before Sun Changkong finally snapped out of it. Her heart stirred as she suddenly realized sothing very important.

To her, Ji Minghuan was her newly made and only friend.

But to Ji Minghuan... she was just one of his friends. Besides, they had only known each other for a few days—no, wait, they had not even spent half an hour together.

Of course... that did not matter. She could beco great friends with them in the future.

But even if she walked over right now, what could she possibly talk about with them?

Online gas? Films? Or animated series?

Sun Changkong understood none of these things. That was right... she knew absolutely nothing, and she had absolutely nothing.

That was exactly why the other children called her a "feral child."

She had been a vagabond since childhood, constantly wandering around the mountains and villages. She did not even know how to use a mobile phone, let alone a computer, and she had practically zero experience with a television.

The only ti she had ever seen a television was when she had grown tired of playing in the mountains. She had sneaked into soone's courtyard and peered curiously through the crack in the door, watching a group of children gathered around the screen, laughing and chatting about the plot.

The sunset had been a deep red that day, casting slanted rays of light across Sun Changkong's face.

She had stared blankly at their backs, her expression hard to read—neither entirely lancholy nor completely resentful. It was just that...

...she suddenly envied them so much.

She envied the fact that they had a television to watch and families to look after them. anwhile, she could only run wild in the mountains. It seed like freedom, as if the entire mountain belonged to her, but if there was no one to share it with, having everything was just a way of lying to herself.

Sun Changkong still rembered the animated series those children were watching. It featured a robotic cat and a small yellow boy. Only later did she learn from the Tutor that the show was called "Doraemon."

She had even learned the the song from the Tutor. She would hum it for a while every day, closing her eyes and imagining what it would be like if she had clean clothes to wear and parents to protect her, allowing her to walk through that door with her head held high...

Would they have welcod her? Just thinking about it made Sun Changkong incredibly happy.

But now... staring at the backs of Ji Minghuan and Kong Youling as they clustered around the television, chatting and laughing, Sun Changkong suddenly felt as if she had returned to that very mont in the past.

She felt like she had reverted to being that filthy little feral child, her heart turning cold bit by bit.

Right. A feral child only deserved to sneak a quick peek at other people's lives from outside the door before running away without looking back.

But the truth that nobody knew was that she did not want to be a feral child either.

If they had any other choice, who would ever want to be a feral child?

If possible, Sun Changkong wanted a ho, too.

She wanted to sit in front of the television with siblings, rather than hiding outside to secretly watch their backs. She did not want to be chased away with a broom, forced to huddle in the corner of a dark alley, drawing circles in the dirt with her finger while whispering softly to herself:

"Tch, they aren't free at all with their parents controlling them... I can play alone in the mountains until it gets super late, and nobody will scold . Nobody will drag

ho and yell at . I'm... way more aweso than they are!"

Yet, no matter how free and aweso she claid to be, she still could not make any friends. The adults would warn their children not to play with her, calling her dirty and mischievous, even suggesting she might be carrying so infectious disease.

Later, much later...

After so much struggle, kind-hearted people had finally adopted her. She finally had a place to belong. She finally found people who did not call her a "feral child." But in the end... her actions had caused all of their deaths.

And then, she had opened her eyes to find herself in this cold, sterile place.

Every day when she woke up, weirdos acting like robots would co to ask her questions and run all sorts of tests on her.

But Sun Changkong knew she had already lost everything. So she did not throw tantrums, nor did she break down in grief. She was just very, very quiet. Every day, she lingered numbly like a corpse, rely eating, sleeping, and waiting for death.

Living day after day like this... she could already see the end of her life at a single glance.

But half a month ago, the Tutor had told her, "You will be able to make a friend very soon."

Sun Changkong had frozen for a long ti before her eyes lit up, suddenly feeling as though a ray of light had pierced through her life.

Every day, she eagerly anticipated when she would finally et this friend. Sotis, she was so excited she could not sleep, constantly wondering how she should present herself in front of them.

Making a friend... She had never made a friend before. But she was also deeply worried. Would she be despised? Would this person hate her? Would they throw stones at her and call her a feral child, just like the kids in the village?

Ultimately, before going to et her new friend, she had asked the Tutor for a baseball cap. She explained that she wanted to look a bit more stylish, so she would not seem like a country bumpkin in front of them.

The Tutor had smiled warmly and agreed to her request.

The day to finally et her "friend" had arrived. Sun Changkong wore her baseball cap, mustered her courage, and strutted over with an imposing, boastful swagger!

Even though she was terrified on the inside and deathly afraid of being hated, she had feigned utter calmness while chatting with Ji Minghuan.

She made it seem as if she had tons of friends and did not need him at all.

But Sun Changkong's heart was not calm in the slightest. In truth, she was so happy she could practically jump for joy... She would constantly peek with one eye, using her peripheral vision to study Ji Minghuan's expressions.

Despite this, she still had to pretend to be an impressive figure. She was terrified of being looked down upon, just like how the village children always mocked her as a "feral child."

She was incredibly worried that Ji Minghuan would mock her and call her a bumpkin who had never even seen an animated series.

Yet Ji Minghuan neither scolded her nor looked down on her. The two of them chatted so naturally, as if they had known each other for a very long ti.

At that mont, Sun Changkong suddenly felt silly. What on earth was she so nervous about?

So, she blurted out a massive amount of words, pouring out everything she had kept bottled up inside for so many years.

Even when she confessed that she had accidentally killed many, many people and was a terrible villain, Ji Minghuan did not show a shred of fear... nor did he hate her.

Instead, he casually told her, "So what? I'm going to destroy the world in the future. You're just small fry."

In that instant, sitting cross-legged on her Sorsault Cloud, Sun Changkong had lowered her head in a long daze. Suddenly, she felt as if she did not hate herself quite as much anymore.

'So there are plenty of other people in this world who are just like ,' she thought to herself.

If she could, Sun Changkong really wanted to be an interesting and stylish person who could share more things with him. But her head was empty. She was an idiot, a feral child, a jinx... Both adults and children hated her, and the people who actually tolerated her had been killed because of her.

The only thing she had left to share with others was her life in the mountains.

She would run around the mountains by herself, shouting at the top of her lungs. When she grew tired, she would sit on the peak and watch the birds flutter among the tall grass. Once the sunset faded, she would dejectedly return to the village, hugging her knees on the mountainside while staring at the thousands of lit windows in the distance.

There were countless lights shining in the village, yet not a single one belonged to her.

Sun Changkong felt that a stylish kid like Ji Minghuan would definitely not be interested in mountain life.

She pondered this over and over, eventually deciding to just show off her Sorsault Cloud to him.

She had never let anyone else ride her Sorsault Cloud before, because it was the most stylish thing a feral child like her owned!

She had no Gundam robots, no expensive mobile phone, no parents, and no friends. If even her Sorsault Cloud was dismissed, then she truly would have nothing left.

But perhaps her precious Sorsault Cloud was not nearly as captivating as the colorful animated series on television. At this thought, Sun Changkong's nose suddenly turned red.

"Don't cry... don't cry... don't cry..."

She scrunched her nose, staring at the backs of Kong Youling and Ji Minghuan, then glanced at the animated series on the television that she could not understand at all. Leaning against the door, she stood there dumbly for a long ti, hiding her reddening eyes beneath the brim of her baseball cap.

At that mont, Sun Changkong suddenly lost her stubbornness.

She suddenly had an overwhelming urge to run away, to flee right back to that mountain.

Honestly, being an unloved feral child was fine. It was infinitely better than having stones thrown at her and being isolated by the other kids... She finally recalled how pathetic she had looked when she had playfully approached them, only to be shoved away. Only she knew just how heartbroken she had been back then.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, Kong Youling noticed Sun Changkong standing blankly at the door.

She glanced at Sun Changkong, then at Ji Minghuan, and quickly scribbled in her Notebook. After finishing, she presented it to Ji Minghuan, who was completely absorbed in the television, to ask:

"Who is she?"

Ji Minghuan looked at the text in the Notebook. He raised an eyebrow and turned half of his face toward Sun Changkong.

Sun Changkong stood at the door, pulling down her baseball cap while rubbing her eyes. She forcefully turned her head away, her ears burning so red it seed she wanted nothing more than to ride her Sorsault Cloud straight into the sky to escape.

Ji Minghuan found the reaction sowhat baffling. 'It seems this "Big Boss" who's a few months younger than

isn't quite as outgoing as I thought,' he mused to himself.

"Her na is Sun Changkong," he told Kong Youling, turning back.

"Sun Wukong?" Kong Youling wrote down her question.

"Sun Wukong works too."

With that said, Ji Minghuan suddenly picked up a White Rabbit candy from the Plate resting beside him. Without even looking back, he tossed it over his shoulder toward Sun Changkong.

Sun Changkong reached out and caught the sweet.

"Big Boss, what are you doing back there?" Ji Minghuan turned to look at her, urging her loudly. "Hurry up and watch the film with us! Otherwise, the Tutor is going to force us to go to sleep soon!"

Sun Changkong froze for a second. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, pretending as if she had never been crying at all, and put on a haughty expression once more.

Hesitating for a brief mont, she marched over to the television with long, confident strides and sat down next to Ji Minghuan.

"What are you guys watching?" she asked.

"Robot Dreams."

"Oh, yeah, I've seen this one too! I totally get it!" Sun Changkong bluffed casually.

Ji Minghuan chewed on his White Rabbit candy, not turning around as he replied, "Then don't spoil anything. Neither of us has seen it yet."

Kong Youling also scribbled in her Notebook, then held it up for her to see: "Spoilers No, No Spoilers."

The girl's expression was incredibly serious. Her soft white hair swayed gently, brushing against the words she had written in Pencil.

Sun Changkong turned her head to look at the words in the Notebook.

Truth be told, she had no idea what a spoiler was, nor did she know what "No" ant. Nevertheless, she nodded and declared with absolute confidence:

"Of course."

The three of them quietly watched the television for a while. Sun Changkong stared at the screen, her heart racing as if she were an Undercover Agent infiltrating enemy lines.

A few monts later, Sun Changkong peeked past Ji Minghuan to sneak a glance at Kong Youling. Then, she whispered to Ji Minghuan:

"Ji Minghuan, who is she?"

"My good friend," Ji Minghuan replied.

"Oh," Sun Changkong said, realization finally dawning on her. "I get it, she's the 'white-haired friend' you ntioned?"

Ji Minghuan nodded. "Yep. But she can't hear you speak, and she can't talk either."

"Really?" Sun Changkong raised a fiery-red eyebrow.

"Really. Otherwise, why would we be using a Notebook to communicate?"

Sensing that the two were talking about her, Kong Youling tilted her head slightly, her ruby-red eyes fixing intently on them.

Refusing to believe it, Sun Changkong suddenly whipped her head around and rattled off a rapid-fire string of words at her:

"You are so pretty, just like a porcelain doll. Also, this is my first ti seeing white hair. I really want to touch it. What is your na? I am Sun Changkong. My na cos from Sun Wukong in Journey to the West."

Kong Youling stared blankly for a mont, then wrote in her Notebook and held it up to show her:

"My na is Kong Youling."

Seeing the na on the Notebook, Sun Changkong's ears and cheeks imdiately flared bright red.

She sat stunned for a mont before furrowing her fiery-red eyebrows. Turning to Ji Minghuan, she accused, "You lied to ! Didn't you say she couldn't hear

speak?"

"She can't hear you. But she can read lips," Ji Minghuan said casually.

"Why didn't you tell

that sooner?"

"If you don't find it troubleso, you can use the Notebook to talk to her just like I do." Ji Minghuan shrugged. "That's how we normally communicate."

"Who are you looking down on?"

As she spoke, an unusual radiance suddenly flashed across Sun Changkong's hospital gown. The Anecdote Fragnt within her Heart burst forth with a fiery-red glow, coursing through her veins until it enveloped her entire body.

Ji Minghuan and Kong Youling were montarily taken aback, both turning to look at her at the sa ti. Their faces were illuminated by the radiant light, glowing like rosy red apples.

Subsequently, a cluster of clouds ford near the ceiling of the Confinent Room, surging like a pure white tide.

Sun Changkong raised a single finger, controlling the clouds to shift and change shapes in mid-air. The fluffy white vapor twisted to form a line of text: "Aweso, right?" Then it shifted into another sentence: "I can write using my Sorsault Cloud, too."

Kong Youling widened her red eyes slightly and clapped her hands vigorously. She quickly wrote in her Notebook and held it up for her to see: "So aweso!"

Peeking through one half-open eye to see the words in the Notebook, Sun Changkong instantly broke into a smug grin, baring her little canine tooth. "Of course I am aweso!" she boasted gleefully. "Even Ji Minghuan has to call

Big Boss."

"...Really?"

Kong Youling turned her head to look at Ji Minghuan. It seed she could hardly believe that Ji Minghuan would acknowledge anyone else as his boss.

Ji Minghuan, fully focused on the television, was about to deny it. "I didn't..."

After a mont of thought, he tossed another White Rabbit candy into his mouth and changed his tune. "Alright, she is the Big Boss."

Kong Youling then wrote in her Notebook to show Sun Changkong: "Then you are my Big Boss too."

Staring at that line of text in the Notebook, Sun Changkong's lips curled up, revealing a small canine tooth as she wiped her nose with her index finger.

"Good. From now on, I will protect you both," she declared, brimming with confidence.