Cold weapons are a man's romance

Edward notices Enya.

"Go away," he said.

As if she didn't hear what he said, the little girl sat down next to him, tilted her little head, and looked at the busy crowd in the distance in boredom, thinking about some cosmic problems that adults don't understand .

"Hey, didn't you hear me? I told you to go away!"

Enya blinked her big innocent blue eyes. "I hear you," she said.But her butt didn't move at all.

"Then why are you still sitting here?"

"Don't you want to stay with me?" Enya asked.

"That's right!"

"Then you can go away."

Edward raised his fist, as if he wanted to punch her.He thought for a while, but put down his fist.Beating a little girl is no honor.He's not that scumbag yet.

He decided to ignore the little thing who couldn't understand human language.He continued to pack his backpack, while the little girl who had nothing to do just looked at him motionlessly.

"Looking at what?" He said angrily.

"Can I see that?" Enya pointed to the steel sword at his feet.

"No."

"I'll be careful not to break it."

"This is not a toy for children!" Edward put the sword out of Enya's reach.

"Nowadays, children all play Switch, so they don't play that. Only you adults like to play sword." Enya said in a tone of "You are too old to keep up with the trend of our young people".

"You..." Edward was speechless.

"If you don't show it, then don't show it. How stingy." Enya pursed her lips and turned her head angrily.

Edward ruffled his hair frantically.Look at her talking like he's a selfish kid in kindergarten who doesn't know how to share!Were young children such formidable creatures?Who brought this little girl in?Are there any parents to take care of it!

"Okay, okay, let me show you the head office!" He took the steel sword out of the sword pouch, and turned the hilt towards the little girl, "You are only allowed to look, not to touch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Enya grabbed the hilt of the sword.

"Hey! I told you not to touch it!"

"Is this thing expensive?" Enya asked, "If I touch it and break it, will you ask me to pay for it?"

"Of course it's expensive for you!" Edward put away the steel sword.The little girl looked at the sword reluctantly, her eyes were like looking at a Barbie doll in a Christmas window... well, children probably don't play with Barbie dolls anymore, in other words, it's like looking at a specialty store The switch inside is ready.

"No wonder you treasure it so much." Enya nodded, "You must like playing with swords very much."

"Who said that? I don't like it!"

"Then why did you come to participate in the competition? Don't you just participate because you like it? Mom said that there is no bonus for participating in this competition, and everyone generates electricity with love."

Your mother knows a lot... Edward thought.

"I'm here to win over those idiots."

Edward didn't understand why he wanted to tell a little girl about his journey.How can children understand these complicated love and hatred?If she gets to the bottom of it later, he won't be bored to death!

He wanted to end this topic quickly and send the little trouble back to his parents.But the little girl suddenly realized, "Oh—"

"I get it. It's like I hate Annie and Rita, but I still want to play 'windmill' with them. If I win, they will be very angry, and the angrier they are, the happier I will be."

Who are Annie and Rita? !What the hell kind of game is Windmill? !Edward didn't want to pursue it.Probably the little girl's kindergarten classmate.Although a child's world view is so immature, and love and hate are so black and white, but she unexpectedly hit the point.That's right, that's the truth.He hated those guys who called themselves swordsmen, and the group of "swordsmen" didn't like him, and any one of them winning the game would cause a ton of mental damage to the other.

Edward could find no one in this world who understood him.All acquaintances thought he was crazy.Unexpectedly, the only one who connected with him was a little girl.It's really ironic!

"Now that you understand, it's easy: don't fucking bother me, leave me alone!"

"Shh! How can you swear in front of a child!" Enya reprimanded with a serious face, "If my godfather swears in front of me, my mother will beat him. But this time you are lucky, I promise Help you keep a secret, so you just let me sit here." She smiled triumphantly, as if she had betrayed Edward.

Edward accepted her favor and gave her a big roll of eyes in return.Is this little thing really a five-year-old girl?Why does he feel like a little devil with an angel appearance?

The little girl curled up her knees, held her chin, and began to say to herself: "But I hate Annie and Rita, not windmills. Well, I don't really like windmills, but that's because of Annie and Rita. Ta is the best at playing with windmills, that's why I hate Wujiwu. But it's not Windmill's fault. Windmill is innocent. Without them, I can definitely play with windmills happily. Are you the same ?”

She looked up to Edward, seeking his understanding.

The black-haired uncle stomped his feet anxiously. "you are annoying!"

"Then I won't talk about it. You can talk about it." Enya made a gesture, "Now let's connect with the frontline reporters."

Where did this come from? !What can he say?Does one have to speak when two people sit together?

He didn't want to discuss the windmill with the little girl at all.The little girl's likes and dislikes are none of his business.But... But why can he have a subtle resonance?Is it really because of Bingji that he hates Bingji itself?Is it because he hates those who are keen on fighting?No, to be precise, I hate some people who are keen on fighting...

"Enya!"

A slender Asian young man hurried over.Seeing the little girl sitting with Edward, he turned pale with fright, and threw his arms around Enya, protecting her in his arms vigilantly, as if he was afraid that she would be abducted by human traffickers.

"Roman!" The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck happily.

"Why are you running around? I almost scared me to death when I found out that you were missing!"

"I didn't run around, we've been in the same room, okay?"

"Don't do that next time!"

Enya pursed her lips, not understanding why the godfather was angry.Obviously he was busy talking to his mother and neglected her, so she was looking for a place to breathe...

Edward showed a speechless expression. "This is your daughter?"

"So what?" Roman thought, a goddaughter is also a kind of daughter!

"You... your daughter is so old, and you are still with Cesar..." Edward was extremely disgusted, "Wait, she just said that she has a mother, so... she will be raised by her mother?"

"That's a matter between me and Cesar. What right do you, an outsider, have to intervene?" Roman snapped back without thinking.

Edward smiled ironically and bitterly. "It's none of my business. I don't care about it. Take your daughter away, she's so annoying!"

"I don't want you to get close to her yet!" Roman picked up Enya and sprinted for [-] meters, fearing that the goddaughter would stay near Edward and be infected with his gloomy virus.

"What did you say?" Roman asked when he was far away from Edward.

"I wanted to see his sword, but he wouldn't let it, saying it wasn't for children."

That would be strange.Edward kept saying that those who played swordsmanship were as immature as children, but he didn't let real children play swords?Well, even if he still has a little common sense, no matter how dangerous a tool is, a steel sword shouldn't be touched by a child.

"Enya, don't say 'I want to see your sword' to a strange uncle next time, remember?"

"why?"

"...Don't ask, you will understand when you grow up."

"Okay." The little girl shrugged, "By the way, we also told the story of Annie and Rita and the windmill!" Mentioning this, she beamed with joy.

"Uh... what's that?"

"It's a long story, Roman, I probably can't understand it based on your life experience." Enya sighed regretfully, "In short, I hate Annie and Rita, so I hate Windmill too. But without them , I just like windmills. After all, I still like windmills."

"do not really understand……"

"That uncle can understand. Alas, your experiences are really far apart. It is he who resonates with me more."

Roman was very hurt.Who doesn't resonate well with, but that Edward Blackson?What kind of rhetoric did he use to confuse Enya, causing his beloved goddaughter to defect to that side?

"Does he have one?"

"Of course! He understood as soon as he heard it. We are exactly the same!" Enya raised her little head proudly.

***

The second half of the day at the Silver Memorial was in full swing, drawing more spectators.Not only was the stadium full of seats, but Dmitry's live broadcast room was once so crowded that even the commentator himself lost the connection.The morning schedule eliminated some players who were not yet skilled enough (or those who were unlucky enough to meet top players), and the rest were the surviving elites in the big waves. The competition between them was far more exciting .

The first game of the afternoon was enough to catch the eye.Even people who are drowsy in the afternoon will wake up immediately after hearing the names of the two warring parties.

Roman vs. August, two disciples with very different styles taught by the same mentor: one is a rookie who has attracted much attention since his "debut" and a former athlete who retired from the professional field; The little prince Tianbian Zhan, who has been famous in the sword world for many years, is now making a big breakthrough in order to seek transformation.

Which of them will win a ticket to the realm of glory?Can they successfully break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, and fly to the other shore of victory?

"...Dmitri, you don't have to read your nasty copywriting in front of me, really." Cesar said.

The commentator Dmitry seized the short time before the game and interviewed the coach Cesar.

"Ahem, then, may I ask Cesar, among your two disciples, who do you prefer to win?"

"Both of them are my pride, no matter who wins, I am very happy." Cesar answered impartially, or avoided the important ones.

"Let's open the skylight and tell the truth. I heard that you and Roman are dating. Will this affect your teaching focus? For example, prefer Roman?"

"If I favored him, I wouldn't let him work so hard to participate in the game. You know, Bing Ba may be injured. Not to mention that he still has old injuries."

"So according to your prediction, which side is more likely to win? I mean, without the filter of love, to predict fairly."

"Half to half." Cesar smiled.

That's when August burst into the camera.

"He lied! He doesn't like me at all! I'm so mad!"

The crying little emperor was coaxed away by Lawrence.

"Can the interview be over?" Cesar's smile froze on his face.