Cold weapons are a man's romance

August squatted at the entrance of the gymnasium, chewing a blade of grass boredly.The Griffin Guards had already left one step ahead under the leadership of Butole.They should have packed up their things and said goodbye, but Cesar couldn't find them anywhere, so they had to wait where they were.August thought he might have gone ahead by himself, but Lindsay refused to believe that he would leave his teammates behind.Oh, of course he would, if he knew that Roman was sent to the hospital by Lawrence, he would not even look back to catch up even if he had to run.

They waited for a long time, and Cesar finally came back.August yelled, "Cesar! Where have you been? Do you know how long we've been waiting for you?"

"A little personal business." Cesar smiled impeccably.Anyone would be fooled by his perfect acting skills and believe it was true, but August has known him for so long, and he has long understood that this smile means "I have a little secret, I won't tell you".

"Shit?" he asked deliberately.

"You are vulgar."

"It's been so long? Are you constipated?"

"I told you not to go to the toilet." Cesar stared at August with a look of "If you ask again, I will explode your ass."

The little emperor made a "cut".When ordinary people hear someone speculating about themselves so maliciously, they have already told the truth to prove their innocence.But Cesar completely missed his aggressive method, he is really an unfathomable man.

They were talking, and the invited commentator Dmitry and the referee of the friendly match walked out of the stadium carrying large and small bags of photographic equipment.The two are both masters of fighting up, and have partnered to host and commentate games many times, and they are old acquaintances.Lindsay went up to meet them and thanked them for their help. At the end, she did not forget to ask Demitri: "Have you recorded today's live broadcast? I am going to use our club's official account to post it online."

"Of course, of course." Dmitri said earnestly, "I recorded a clear version, and I will edit it a little bit, and send it to you in a few days."

"Aren't the audience's comments recorded?" August looked a little disappointed, "I still want to see how everyone praises me."

"No one is talking about you at all, everyone is laughing at you. For the sake of your mental health, don't watch it." Dmitri told the cruel truth, "And there are strange guys who sneaked into the live broadcast room during the live broadcast. , the scene got a little out of control at one point, I think it's better not to post the comments."

"Strange guy?"

"I keep scolding that Roman in your club, and I don't know what kind of deep hatred there is."

Cesar suddenly became excited: "Someone scolded him in the live broadcast room?"

"Isn't it? I've been scolding so much that my title doesn't even work."

Cesar was so angry that his face turned pale and his body was trembling.He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he didn't realize it. "Damn it, if I hadn't been the referee, let's see how I sprayed him to death..."

His expression was so ferocious that even Demetri, who was used to seeing all kinds of strange and unknown creatures on the Internet, couldn't help but take a step back.Dmitri would not be surprised if he immediately drew a knife and chopped someone beside him into pieces.Cesar's deep hatred is not as shallow as that troll!

"You, don't get excited!" The narrator hurriedly comforted him, "In the end, the other audiences made concerted efforts to scold him away. Most people in the world still understand the truth!"

Cesar finally calmed down a little. "Don't tell Roman about this." He said to Dmitri in a warning tone, and then he thought to himself, "He must be very sad, and he must find a way to make him happy..."

"Ahem, I didn't mean to bother you two, but can we go?" August urged impatiently.

Cesar looked at him upon hearing this, two gleams shot out of his ice blue eyes.

"August, do you still remember the bet with Roman?"

The little emperor's throat tightened: "Of course! Whoever behaves well can give orders to another person for a whole day!"

Talking about it, he was vain.Before the final battle between Roman and Alex, he was fully sure that today's winner was him.But when he saw Roman's superb skills against Alex, his confidence suddenly lost.Roman hasn't learned those techniques at all, how did he use them?Is it all based on improvisation on the spot?If it were August himself, let alone adapting to the situation on the spot, it would be gratifying to be able to play out the usual training level (the coach would probably cry with joy).

Although he was very unwilling, he had to admit that Roman was better this time.

Cesar saw through his mind and squeezed his shoulder suddenly. "Hee hee hee, it's fine if you're willing to gamble and admit defeat."

"What do you want to do?!" August wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Secret~Secret~"

***

"From the CT view, there is no serious problem. The steel nails are fixed well, and the bones are not injured." The attending physician who has worked with Roman for many years held up the CT film, carefully observed it, and put it back on the table. "You go back and apply cold compresses for a day. If it still doesn't feel better, come back and check again."

Roman thanked the doctor and offered his sincere apologies for his uninvited interruption.The doctor waved his hand and said that he was willing to serve Roman anytime.

After walking out of the consulting room, Roman stuffed the CT film back into the file bag, and said to Lawrence who was waiting at the door: "The doctor said it's nothing serious. You guys... are you a little too fussed about my injury?"

The black-haired young man leaning against the wall had his hands in his pockets, and his dark brown eyes peered at Roman through the gap between his curly long bangs. "I don't think you can be too cautious when it comes to health."

"I'm sorry to ask you to send me here. But can you be a good person to the end and send me home?"

"No." Lawrence replied grimly.

"Wow, so straightforward! Did you abandon me so ruthlessly after knowing that I was fine?" Roman shouted exaggeratedly.

Lawrence tilted his head towards the hospital gate: "Because someone else came to pick you up."

At first glance, Roman didn't see anything, because a large wave of young people with bloody heads poured in from the hospital gate. I don't know if it was a group car accident or a gang fight.It didn't look like any of them had come to greet Roman.

Roman cast a questioning look at Lawrence, who nodded solemnly, saying that his observation was absolutely correct.Roman had no choice but to stand on tiptoe, stretch his neck, and try his best to look past these young men with excess blood.Finally, he caught a glimpse of a familiar silver light among the bustling crowd.

Cesar stood outside the door with his back to him, kicking the ground boredly to pass the time.Whether it is medical staff or patients, they can't help but secretly look at him when they pass by him.

"When did he come?" Roman couldn't help asking.

The situation when he was lifted out of the gymnasium by Butler was too hasty, coupled with Butler's unquestionable iron-fisted style, he had no room to be picky about the choice of accompanying personnel.Butler appointed Lawrence instead of Cesar to escort him to the hospital. Maybe he felt that Lawrence was more trustworthy, or Cesar had to lead the team and clean up the mess.Roman hadn't seen Cesar since then.The coach who had always been with him suddenly disappeared from his side, which really made him a little at a loss.

But this subtle sense of loneliness dissipated the moment he saw Cesar at the hospital gate.Cesar was wearing a tailored shirt and waistcoat, the coat hanging over his arm and the cuffs rolled up to the elbows.Roman didn't know if he hadn't had time to change, or if this suit was his everyday attire.He just kept showing up here.How could he not come?This question does not seem to need to be asked at all.

Cesar was always there when Roman needed him.As if being needed by Roman was all there was to him being.

"Cesar!" Roman called.

Hearing the sound, the young man outside the door turned around and gave him a brilliant smile.Roman was a little dizzy, as if he was stunned by the alcohol smell lingering in the hospital.Cesar's smile possessed intoxicating magic power, and his upturned lips were like a magnet to attract everyone's attention, but his gaze was only fixed on one person.

"After the consultation? What did the doctor say?" Cesar walked quickly.

"It's nothing serious. Where have you been?"

"Deal with private matters." Cesar said, "What? I can't stay by your side for a second? You are really clingy like a child."

Roman thought silently, you were the one who came to the hospital on your own initiative, right? Who is clinging to you?

But seeing Cesar appearing, he was really indescribably happy in his heart.There are still people in the world who care about him.After realizing this, Roman even felt a touch of happiness.

"I'll take you back." Cesar threw the coat over Roman's shoulders, "Put it on, it's windy."

The two walked out of the hospital one after the other.

Lawrence, the real hero in the whole incident, was completely forgotten in the hall, as if he were a man of transparent air.

"Hey... Anyway, thank me too..." Lawrence looked up to the sky and sighed helplessly.

***

Roman recuperated at home for a few days, and felt that he was in good health, so he ran to the Aurora Club with his sword on his back.He notified Cesar in advance, on the one hand to let his coach arrange lessons, and on the other hand to give Cesar a dose of vaccination to prevent Cesar from making a fuss and driving him home.

"Oh, okay, come on." Hearing Roman's request, Cesar was unexpectedly reasonable, "I happen to have a gift for you."

Ah, gift.Roman loves presents.How in the world does anyone not like gifts?But adding the attributive "Cesar's" before "gift" seems to be less exciting. "Cesar's Gift" even gave Roman a creepy feeling.Who knows what surprises his coach who thinks differently from ordinary people will prepare for him.Maybe there is no "happy" at all, it's pure shock.

Roman came to the Aurora Club anxiously.Lindsay greeted him warmly and asked about his health.Roman said it was business as usual and asked where Sisar was.

"In the locker room." A malicious smile appeared on the corner of the front desk lady's lips, "You'll know when you go."

Roman shuddered. "Uh, don't speak in such a tone, you scare me..."

"You'll like it." Lindsay couldn't stop laughing.

Roman hesitated for a while whether to turn around and leave now, and finally mustered up the courage to go to the locker room.Maybe he was worrying too much.Cesar might deceive him, but he believed Lindsay would not do such a wicked thing.

He raised the curtain at the door of the dressing room, and bursts of silver bell-like laughter came to his face, giving Roman the illusion that he had accidentally strayed into a girls' pajama party.

No, that's not an illusion.He had indeed strayed into girls' territory.A group of girls gathered around the middle of the locker room, laughing loudly at something.They were all well dressed, and Roman didn't see anything he shouldn't, but he still ran away blushing.Getting into the women's locker room by mistake is nothing to brag about.He didn't want to be taken to the police station as a pervert as soon as he returned.

He exited the locker room, froze for a few seconds, staring at the sign on the wall for a long time.The sign did say "Men's Locker Room," and memory told him he hadn't mistaken the location of the locker room.The women's locker room should be in the other direction.If anyone went to the wrong place, it was the girls inside, not him.

What are the girls doing in the men's locker room?What is today "Swapping Locker Room Day"?Or is it that the group inside are not actually girls, but... pseudo-mothers?When he woke up, the world was already so tolerant of transgender people?

Roman swallowed, and bravely walked into the locker room again.The girls were still chatting and laughing together, like a flock of chirping birds.Roman tightened the strap of the long sword, and said tremblingly, "Well, ladies, did you go to the wrong place?"

The ladies all turned to look at him.Roman took a few steps back in horror, until his back hit the locker, and the long sword kissed the metal door, making a loud crash.

A certain mindset in Roman's life was completely broken at this moment.He has always felt that it is something for a man to be proud and to show off when a girl pays attention to him.But now he realizes he was wrong.When a man who is alone and alone is trapped in a group of women who are staring at him-ah, listen to my advice from Roman, my friend, don't be complacent, it is important to escape!

"Go ahead..." Roman said timidly, "I...I'll go outside to change..."

A silver hair emerged from the crowd.

"Hey Roman! You came just in time!" Cesar smiled, "Come and see the gift I prepared for you!"

He opened his arms, and the girls followed his instructions to spread out one by one, and the "gift" that had been covered by them appeared in Roman's field of vision.It was a girl in a maid outfit, squatting in the middle of the dressing room, looking like she was about to cry.

Roman was not moved, and flatly refused: "No, no, I don't really want this kind of gift! I don't like this kind of play at all!"

The girl in maid outfit raised her head, her distorted face was full of humiliation and unwillingness.

"I don't fucking like it either!"

"She" said in a low, masculine voice.

The girls roared with laughter.Cesar laughed so hard that he had to hold on to the locker to prevent his feet from slipping and falling to the ground.

Roman narrowed his eyes.

Through the greasy wig and exaggerated makeup, he saw the true face of the "maid".

"You... August?"