Cold weapons are a man's romance

Roman couldn't argue.How could the old lady misunderstand him like this?What kind of situation does his usual behavior look in the eyes of the neighbors!

"You can't be in two boats, young man! You can't be too greedy!" The old lady said in a low voice while comforting the kitten in her arms, "If you have to choose one, I suggest you choose that one." The silver-haired guy, I think he looks better. I'm not saying that the blonde girl is bad, but if you can choose a better one, why not choose a better one?"

"I'm not...I didn't..." Roman said feebly.

However, the old lady ignored his feeble denial at all.She babbled on a bunch of truths about how to be loyal, and it wasn't until her kitten started purring that she realized she was wasting too much time.

Roman, as if granted amnesty, respectfully sent the moral pioneer to leave.It wasn't until the figure of the old lady disappeared at the other end of the busy street that Roman realized that he was covered in cold sweat and his clothes were soaked.Women are already difficult creatures, but older women are even more difficult. Their piercing eyes, three-inch tongues and brain holes as large as galaxies make them the bottom of computer games. Horror at the BOSS level exists.

He wiped the sweat off his face and pushed open the door of the apartment building.After walking into the aisle, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat again.He finally understood why the old lady holding a cat used such a disgusting tone to reprimand him - the handsome "silver-haired boy" whom she praised was sitting on the stairs playing with his mobile phone, with a large bouquet of beautiful white lilies at his feet. The scent made Roman almost stumble.

"...Cesar?"

The silver-haired young man raised his head and showed him a smile more gorgeous than a bouquet.

"Ah, you're back," he said. "I didn't find the key under the rug by your door, so I had to wait on the stairs. Am I the only person in the world who still has old-fashioned habits?" He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Your neighbor is not bad, he is willing to let me in through the gate."

Without him having to say it out loud, Roman guessed that the one who let him in must be the old lady holding a cat.She really practiced her own aesthetics by herself!

"What are you doing here? Is there anything you can't talk over the phone?"

Cesar picked up the bouquet at his feet, and held it up to Roman's eyes with some embarrassment: "I think it's better to tell you in person. I want...to give you a surprise."

Roman stood on tiptoe to observe Cesar's back.

"...Is there a spirit behind me?"

"No, I want to see if there is an August in a maid outfit hidden behind."

This was the "surprise" presented by Cesar last time.Roman didn't want to go through another nightmarish journey with surprises and surprises.

"...you like that better than flowers?!" Cesar was shocked, "did you like 'maid's outfit' or 'August'? If it's the former, then...then I...I also It's not impossible..." He looked away shyly.

"Flowers are great! Thank you!" Roman never wanted to have anything to do with maid outfits in his life.

"You gave me flowers when I was in the hospital, I think we should reciprocate." Cesar stuffed the flowers into his arms, "Don't tell Alex, he sent me a carload of flowers, I will return them." Sorry."

Roman snorted a laugh.Then when he thought about the origin of the bouquet, his smile gradually disappeared.Cesar had never heard that Edward had come to visit him, nor did he know that the bouquet of flowers was actually a gift from Edward.He put all the credit on Roman's head.

But Roman didn't want to tell the truth.There was a vague fear in his heart that once he clarified the facts, Cesar would take his flowers and go to Edward without looking back.

"I visited Alisa and she told me everything. Anyone out there would have done the same thing as you. You were brave, Roman, and I'm sorry I lost my temper with you last time."

He opened his arms, "Can we make up?"

Roman was indeed extremely annoyed at the time, but after such a long time, time has already calmed his anger.Although there was still some awkwardness in his heart, Cesar's initiative to show his kindness also made his last bit of unhappiness disappear.He rubbed his nose, which was itchy from the flowers, and stepped forward to give Cesar a bear hug.Of course, he paid special attention when hugging, not touching Cesar's injured arm.

"It's all right now. I understand that if you care about it, you will be chaotic."

Cesar let out a contented sigh, which sounded a bit like the sound one would make when one stepped into a hot spring.

"You've been showing up at the club recently, and I'm still worried that you're holding grudges against me..." He paused, and pushed Roman away in confusion, "Why are you carrying a sword?"

"I……"

"You obviously didn't come to the club, but you carried a sword?" Cesar narrowed his eyes, as if the wife who caught the adulterer had found suspicious clues in the husband who came back late, "Where have you been practicing for the past few days?"

"Uh...are...just practicing outside?"

Cesar picked up his cell phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Hello? Is that Lucinda? Has Roman from our family visited your place recently? What? Not only Roman but also August?...It's nothing, just care about their learning progress, after all, the competition is about to start, right? what?"

He hung up the phone, a cold gleam in his blue eyes. "Why did you lie to me?"

Roman tilted his head hesitantly and squeezed out an awkward smile: "...Because you will be angry?"

"Wow, it turned out that you expected that I would be angry, and you still did it when you knew it! I really admire your courage, Roman!"

"You are injured and cannot attend class." Roman explained patiently.

"Is your brain smaller than a goldfish? You can never remember what you said, can you?"

Cesar pushed Roman violently, and the dark-haired youth staggered back, hitting his back against the wall.

"How many times is this already, Roman? You promised to be the first to ask me all questions about military strikes in the future. How many times have you broken your promise? Why don't you count it yourself? Can you count it? "

Cesar moved closer to Romain, staring down at him until there was only one breath between them.Roman really hoped that he could turn into a wave passing through the gap between the wall particles and appear on the other side instantly.

"Who do you think I am?——I am your coach! All your training plans should be made by me. If I can't teach you in person for some reason, I will properly arrange someone else to take the class. We Jiguang have For a coach of Lawrence's level, I can even ask Mr. Blackson to guide you personally! How dissatisfied are you with my arrangement?"

"I'm not dissatisfied, I'm just... just..." Roman said incoherently, "I didn't want to see you at that time. I didn't think about how to tell you."

He has to race against the clock to improve himself before the game, but he doesn't want to be in the same room with Cesar.Edward's provocation weighed heavily on his shoulders.He could tell the story of how he met Edward in the hospital that day, and Cesar would definitely understand his uneasiness and conflicts, but he didn't want Cesar to share the burden.

Even mentioning the car accident indirectly related to Edward can make Cesar lose his mind for a long time, let alone involving Edward himself?

Just as Cesar wanted to sever him from Lucinda, so he wanted to sever Cesar from Edward.Whether that connection was good or bad, he sincerely hoped that these two people would have nothing to do with each other for the rest of their lives.

"I just want to learn the best technique." Roman said anxiously. "I asked Lucinda for one-handed stabbing techniques, because she is a leader in this area. Sorry for not informing you in advance, considering that we were In the Cold War, but is there anything wrong with learning from the experts? Don't you also admit that Lucinda is a master of swordsmanship?"

"Really? Why do I feel that you don't want to follow 'Master', but only want to follow 'Lucinda'?"

"What?" Roman froze.

"Ever since you saw her real face and knew she was a woman, every time you saw her you lost your soul. Do you think others can't see how happy you are when you spar with her?"

"I don't know what you mean. I do have fun, but that's because I learn something new every time I practice with Lucinda. Should I cry and learn?"

Cesar scratched his hair furiously. "I feel like a fool." He smiled to himself, "I know you are...you are...but I'm still trying to impress you! I've tried so many times that I can count But it’s coming, but you are still unmoved! I really don’t understand why I have to do so much useless work!”

He punched the wall hard, ignoring the skin on his knuckles, snatched the bouquet from Roman's hand, and kicked open the door of the apartment building.

Roman was terrified, and his brain stopped functioning for a while, like a dead computer, stuck in the scene of Cesar's fury.It took several seconds for him to resume operation and hurriedly chased him out.But Cesar has gone far.He stopped a car, looked at the flower in his hand, gritted his teeth and threw it to a homeless man on the street.

"Cesar!" Roman chased after him.But how can a human leg compare to a car?He chased for dozens of meters in vain. He had never expected the red light at the intersection so much, because that way the taxi could stop.But God was against him, and the taxi sped past the intersection with a green light.

Roman stopped panting, holding his knees and panting for a long time.

Someone patted him from behind.

"Here you are." The homeless man who received the unexpected donation handed the bouquet to Roman, "I don't need this thing, why don't you give me bread."

Roman looked disappointedly in the direction where the taxi disappeared. "Take it." He waved his hand.

"This is your flower in the first place, although you have ruined it yourself. Take it, maybe it can be used as a 'last memorial' or something." The tramp looked at him sympathetically.

Roman silently accepted this gift that was lost and lost again.The rich fragrance of lilies made his eyes hurt, as if he was about to shed tears.

"I don't understand why he's so irritable." He rubbed his eyes. "I don't even understand what I did wrong. If I knew it, I could at least fix it, but I can't even find where I did it, how to fix it Woolen cloth?"

The homeless man looked complicated: "Although I sympathize with your experience, don't you think it's a bit too abrupt to discuss such profound emotional issues with strangers?"

***

"So you came to discuss this with me?"

Leaning on the steel sword, Lucinda looked at the black-haired young man squatting in front of her with eyes that were about a hundred times more merciful than the tramp's.

"Why can you even annoy him with his face during practice? Can't you laugh during sword practice?"

"I don't think this is the reason..." Lucinda massaged her aching temple, "If Cesar minds you learning from others, you should pay attention."

"Please, this is looking for a coach, not a partner. There is no problem of being in two boats, right? I am indeed a member of Aurora, but this membership is not exclusive. There is no rule in the club that I am not allowed to go to other places Classes. Don’t you often take your students to Aurora to take classes?”

Lucinda covered her face. "The point is not whether to attend class... Are you really not conscious at all?"

"If I can comprehend it by myself, do I still need to discuss it with you?"

"That's right..." Lucinda sighed, "Let me change the question. You know that Cesar may object, but you still insist on coming to my class. Why? Don't answer that you have a crush on me and want to Take the opportunity to kiss Fangze."

"How could I be so dirty! I only have pure respect for you!" Roman said with integrity, "I just want to learn as much as possible before the Silver Memorial, you are the only one I know except Cesar The person with the strongest swordsmanship outside of me, and he is a famous teacher. Of course, learning from you is more efficient than following others—except Cesar. He is also a good teacher."

"Why don't you tell Cesar exactly and honestly?"

Roman drooped his head.Because Cesar must ask his real motives, then he had to tell the story of Edward.He was not confident that he could keep his mouth shut under Cesar's aggressive cross-examination.He is not August.

"I... don't want him to know." He scratched the hair on the back of his head, "Well, I haven't told anyone about this. Don't let the wind out."

"That depends."

"... Lucinda."

The female swordsman spread her hands: "Okay, okay. I'll just be your tree hole. Considering that I can't grow branches, don't worry."

"You've known Cesar for a long time, so you must have known Edward Blackson."

Lucinda mused, "It's been a long time since anyone mentioned that name. What's wrong with him?"

"He's going to the Silver Memorial too. I swear he's the one I've got to beat."

bang.The sword in Lucinda's hand fell to the ground, and the female swordsman, who lost her support, staggered and almost fell over.

"So he's back. I haven't heard anything from him."

"Humphrey knows."

"...that muscular man!" Lucinda cursed.

"So I don't want this to get to Cesar's ears. Although the truth will come out sooner or later—I don't think I can hide it when the list of entries is announced, but... until then, I hope he can be as happy as possible. He's still recuperating."

Lucinda picked up her steel sword. "So you've heard it all? About Cesar and Edward?"

"Only heard part of it: they're on fire, and Cesar was in a car accident because of that guy. Lucinda, what the hell happened to them when they went there?"

The female swordsman scratched her nose, as if she wanted to find a reason to prevaricate, but Roman stared at her seriously, like a good student waiting for the teacher to reveal the answer to the puzzle.Lucinda couldn't bear his burning gaze, and cleared her throat: "Well, the problem actually lies with Edward's grandfather—that is, old Mr. Blackson. Do you know his relationship with Cesar?"

"partner?"

"It's more than that. Cesar's parents died when he was very young, so the old family friends Mr. and Mrs. Blackson became his guardians. And Edward was also raised by his grandparents. In other words," Lucinda paused delicately, "Cesar and Edward were childhood sweethearts who grew up together."