I am weak and friendly

Chapter 22 Trapped in Zhang Zitong's World
It was like a bowl of paste being poured into Tang Yiping's head.

Then Tang Yiping's thinking immediately became sluggish.

The thoughts that had been flowing freely before were like a chain that had gotten stuck. It took all my strength to pull out one link, and then another, and another.

But that's not all. When he finally decided to take action after racking his brains over something, he had absolutely no idea how to do it.

This is his body, yet it doesn't feel like his body.

If he had to find a suitable analogy, Tang Yiping felt as if he were trapped in a completely unfamiliar operating system.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't find the interface to do so.

He found the interface, but the input method was Wubi, which he didn't know how to use.

While fumbling around and typing, the system also had dozens of different "managers" installed, constantly popping up various windows and freezing the entire system to the point of almost being unable to move.

Finally, when he tried to output something, he found that he couldn't make any meaningful sound.

He just spat out his saliva.

"Ptooey..."

But behind this sluggish thinking, there is another Tang Yiping.

His mind is incredibly clear; he can control his consciousness and even see the state before him.

— [Acquired brain injury] has been activated.

This "acquired brain injury" is somewhat like "friendly glow" and "vulnerability concealment," a state that needs to be activated, Tang Yiping thought.

But... I can't stay in this state forever, right?
How can I get out of this state?
Exit! Exit! Exit!
I don't want to stay an idiot forever!

If Tang Yiping's SMA made him feel like he was trapped inside his own body...

He's like he's trapped inside his own head right now.

This feeling drove him crazy.

He never felt that he was truly weak.

He could stand up for what's right and charge directly at the two blond-haired men.

They can also bravely resist Brother Bao's oppression.

But now, he is experiencing feelings he has never experienced before.

All expressions will be distorted.

All movements will be distorted.

All efforts will fail.

He had to struggle with this difficult environment at all times and in all places, and he wanted to communicate with the outside world.

But every time it failed; it was never able to be communicated completely and correctly.

It was blocked by a terrible, dark, endless wall filled with countless errors.

Then came a flood of negative emotions.

Weak.

helpless.

anger.

fear.

despair.

No, let me out!
Let me out!

Let me out!
Please let me out!

Perhaps because of his violent struggle, he felt the wall of error that separated him from himself begin to loosen, and the things that had trapped his consciousness began to fade away.

Just then, he saw Zhang Zitong's eyes light up across from him.

He clearly spat on little Zhang Zitong.

Those eyes were so bright that, in that instant, Tang Yiping seemed to see another Zhang Zitong in them.

The little boy trapped behind a wall of countless mistakes.

He sensed the message Tang Yiping was conveying!

“K...K...K..." Zhang Zitong uttered a strange syllable to Tang Yiping, which sounded like a strange noise in her throat if you didn't listen carefully.

But Tang Yiping knew that Zhang Zitong was planning to communicate with him.

Understanding Zhang Zitong's significance is not so easy.

But... Tang Yiping sensed a feasible channel.

He pondered, discerned, and tried to reverse all communication by looking through that wall of error…

This interpretation would be invalid for anyone else.

However, the "wall of error" that Tang Yiping and Zhang Zitong both face is the same. Exactly the same.

Understanding Zhang Zitong is like understanding yourself.

Through pipeline recirculation and information decoding, he understood what Zhang Zitong wanted to express.

"Brother, you're so amazing!"

Perhaps because Tang Yiping took too long to decipher his "language," the light in Zhang Zitong's eyes gradually dimmed.

But at that moment, Tang Yiping uttered some jumbled syllables, waved his hands wildly, and moved his limbs erratically.

"No, you're the amazing one!"

Tang Yiping never expected that Zhang Zitong's all-out effort was actually to say how amazing he was.

Was it because he chased away the boys who were bullying him?

But Tang Yiping felt differently.

No, you're the one who's amazing.

You are the strongest warrior in the world, fighting against the most terrifying enemy in the world.

You may have retreated, despaired, screamed and cried, or begged desperately.

But you are still fighting.

Even though what stands in your way is such a despairing wall of error.

Zhang Zitong stared blankly at Tang Yiping, his eyes growing even brighter.

He was in tears.

Tears welled up in his eyes almost instantly, then poured down like a burst dam, soaking his entire face in an instant.

Tang Yiping had never seen such a torrent of tears, as if they had been accumulating for too long.

Tang Yiping had never before felt such empathy.

Then, he felt his eyes well up with tears.

Then... two lines of tears flowed down.

He felt a little embarrassed, but also thought it was nothing.

Then Zhang Zitong made a sound again.

"Look, this is my mother. Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes, she is the most beautiful mother."

"I love her so much."

"She must love you very much too."

Beside them, a middle-aged woman who had rushed over stared blankly at the boy in the wheelchair and her son.

They were spitting on each other.

They emitted eerie sounds, their limbs twisted, and their faces contorted in grotesque expressions.

But... they were communicating.

In their own world.

Then she saw her child smile.

Despite the somewhat ferocious smile, he was so happy.

She sat down next to me, then suddenly remembered something, took out her phone, and started filming.

After a long, long time, she saw the boy in the wheelchair raise his head.

Hello, Auntie.

"Y-you, hello, hello..." Zhang Zitong's mother hurriedly stood up and looked at Tang Yiping: "You...you can understand what this child is saying?"

"I can't understand it now either," Tang Yiping said.

The acquired brain injury has become ineffective and has turned into a state of inactivation.

"Tongtong wants to tell you that he is sorry. He got his clothes dirty again at school and lost his pencil. He doesn't know where he lost it."

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you, thank you, it's okay, it's okay..." Zhang Zitong's mother stammered, then hugged Zhang Zitong tightly. "Mom doesn't blame you, Mom has never blamed you, Mom loves you, Mom will always love you."

In that instant, Tang Yiping thought of Master Tang and Madam Mu, and of how he had given up on himself when he first sat in a wheelchair, and of the comforting expressions on Master Tang and Madam Mu's faces.

Unfortunately... no one could help him, and there was nothing he could do.

No... I can do it myself, I can help him!
I can do it!

An idea pops into my head, and then it grows stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)