Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Grab Both Hands

Xia Guangli: "What is your relationship with him?"

"He's my sentry," she hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "I marked him, so I should be responsible. Otherwise, I wouldn't be good to him."

"Why should I be responsible?" He felt incredulous. "He was given to you by Shan Hao. If you don't like him, just send him away." That group of people had a low level of dependence. At least they would not become zombies with no movement and numb minds like them.

"Xia Guangli," he said, emphasizing the last word. Then, remembering that he had saved his life, he lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you so hostile to him?"

"Your teammate lost control, blame me. I caused it. He was just an outsider and did nothing wrong. Don't keep dragging him down."

"If I did this to you, would you be able to accept it?"

“…”

The man tilted his head dejectedly. The elevator arrived at the floor and the sliding door opened. Three members of the Cat Team were inside, led by Ares. The others walked in one after another. Ares saw her and came over. The others looked at each other and walked around them.

"Are you looking for me?" Ares smiled happily, blinked, and ignored the man on the side.

"No," she didn't want to deal with so many people, so she brushed past them and said, "Goodbye." Then she walked into the elevator. Xia Guangli followed her and pressed the button for the floor where the cafeteria was.

Ares wanted to follow, but someone put their hand on his shoulder. Just as he was about to explode, he turned around and saw it was his childhood friend. He handed him the lunch box and asked, "What for?"

"Don't go, come with me." Ares looked at him suspiciously. Judging from his temperament, he might have discovered something again. Seeing that the door was closed, he stopped and walked into the corridor with him.

After hearing what the other party said, he was furious, "What did you say?!"

In the elevator.

The two stood side by side, but there was a long silence without any words. She even deliberately turned her face to the other side.

Xia Guangli: "I won't mention this matter anymore."

"Don't be mad at me, okay?"

Xu Shanshan looked over, and finally softened her heart, saying aggrievedly: "I didn't mean it."

This was not her intention, but since it happened, she didn't want to be a jerk like her ex-boyfriend. Since she had done it, she had to be responsible for others. Even if there was no love between them, it was enough to get along decently.

As long as this doesn't happen again, that's all.

After dinner, Xia Guangli and Karl sent her to the training camp. The instructor took her to the dormitory. After a short rest, they went to the playground to gather the small group of guides.

The intensity of the evening training was not high, but she joined in the middle, two days later than others, so it was much more difficult. She learned by observing and imitating others' movements.

When she returned to the dormitory, her back was soaked with sweat. She arrived last because she had stayed on the playground and pulled out her spirit body to give it a good scolding.

At the time, it was like a drunk, dazed and staggering. She forced it to stand up straight. After a burst of input, it finally understood and made a wavy line on the ground. She confirmed it three times, asking it both positive and negative questions, and its answers were exactly the opposite.

She thought about creating a demon to scare it, just like telling a horror story to a child, saying that if the child doesn't obey, he will be caught by the golden bird.

A cool breeze blew by, and she turned around to see a man standing there with his hands behind his back, like a ghost. She retracted her head, retracted her spiritual body, stood up by the edge of the stairs, and slowly walked back to the dormitory.

Her two roommates are Clara, a cool beauty with silver hair and gray-white pupils, who seems to be influenced by a spirit; and Wu Ke, who is lively and cheerful, an invincible gossip king, and well-informed.

In the dormitory, one person talked incessantly, while the other listened quietly and rarely responded.

After washing up, she lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and her eyelids felt so heavy as if a hundred ghosts were dragging them underneath. She fell asleep in a short while.

Wu Ke raised his eyes and looked at the new, taciturn roommate. Why did he seem even more difficult to approach than Clara? In fact, this was a complete misunderstanding.

Clara: "Go to sleep."

The next morning, training, endless training, sweaty training, training that made her throat sore.

Finally it was over, she dragged her body back to the dormitory, looked at the time, there were still three hours, she had to go back to the silent room of the White Tower, panting and calling out the little mushroom, hoping that it had been digested well, so that she could go back to the White Tower and rest for an afternoon.

It emerged. As expected, his spiritual body was so powerful and terrifying! This might also be related to the fact that Karl was not highly polluted. In short, her efficiency in absorbing and purifying pollution was astonishingly high.

She didn't eat. After washing up, she told the instructor. After the instructor confirmed the news, he let her go out and watched her get on the school bus before going inside.

In the afternoon in the training camp dormitory, the alarm clock rang.

The two got out of bed, changed their shoes and combed their hair. Seeing that the other bed was motionless, Wu Ke was worried that the other bed would be punished for being late. He walked to the bed and knocked on the iron fence, "Get up."

No response, so she buttoned it again. Clara glanced at the slippers on the floor. "She's gone." They packed up and went to the training ground. When they assembled, she was nowhere to be seen, and the instructor didn't call her name. Perhaps she felt it was too much and quit, Clara thought. That was normal.

White Pagoda.

She hurried back at noon and went straight to the boss's office to report the situation. Unexpectedly, the boss didn't ask about Karl at all, but only asked if she was adapting. On the counter next to her, there was a large insulated box. "Have you eaten?"

She shook her head. It looked like it was prepared for her. The man took the lunch box out of the thermal box, handed it to her, and walked out with the lunch box. "You want to eat standing in the corridor?"

What else could she do? She planned to find a place to squat on the fire escape; she couldn't eat alone in his office.

"Just eat here."

Xu Shanshan: "It will have a smell."

The man stopped explaining and pointed at the sofa. Since he didn't mind, it didn't matter to her either. She opened the lunch box and wolfed down the food until it entered her stomach and she gradually regained her strength.

Shan Hao: "Don't go back to the residence recently. Bai Ta is doing an inspection. Go directly back to the training camp after get off work. I'll let Karl take you there."

"good."

Seeing that she was still listless after eating, she yawned and closed the lunch box tightly. After a while, the small robot came in, changed its appearance, carried the garbage out and threw it into the recycling pipe.

"Get some sleep." The man opened the door of the lounge at the side. There was a bed inside. She looked at him, her brain working a little slowly. It was easy to get sleepy after eating. She nodded in agreement without thinking about where he would sleep while she slept. She walked in without any hesitation.

Her laptop was in her trouser pocket. Before going out, she asked the instructor to return it, set the alarm, took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay on the pillow with her eyes closed.

The area around the White Pagoda is very quiet, with no sounds of traffic or construction.

She was woken up before the alarm rang. She nodded her head, a blurry figure, closed her eyes again, and lay down again, "You should get up and take a shower..."

The voices continued, and she leaned back, threw off the blanket, and got out of bed with her eyes closed. She tried to put on her shoes, but couldn't get them in. It felt like someone was helping her put them on. Who was it? She opened her eyes, and the feeling seemed familiar. The next second, she realized with horror, why was it her boss who was giving her trouble?

"Sir~" Her tone was full of sleepiness as she resisted, "I can do it myself."

Before he could finish his words, the man had already finished his actions and stood up. "I'll take you there."

"good."

There is still an hour left. After taking a shower and changing clothes, I turned on my computer while blowing my hair. There are two visitors this afternoon, who are sentinels randomly assigned by the system.

Because he had discussed it with Little Mushroom, he was very measured in this contact and did not do anything excessive to others, but what was that regretful look in his eyes when he left?

She shook her head. She didn't feel anything when she just left, but now after resting for a while, her legs suddenly felt sore. She quietly pressed her legs under the table and suddenly grabbed a hard bony tail. She was stunned for a moment, retracted her hand, and obediently retracted her legs under the stool.

"Excuse me."

"It's okay, do you want to touch it?"

"No," she shook her head, "Let's stop here today." The treatment was over, she pressed the indicator light and watched the other party leave.

"Ah ...

I slowly stood up from the table and slumped over the sofa when suddenly another message popped up on the screen. A visitor wailed, "Less than half an hour left. What do you want to do?"

But it wasn't an appointment for counseling, just a visit. When I got closer, I saw it was Ares. I refused without thinking and just wanted to be alone. Then a message popped up on the computer.

Unable to resist repeated requests, she agreed on the next application, and another person, Carl's, also ticked the box to agree.

With the certificate in hand, Ares passed the inspection smoothly. After ensuring that she had no weapons on her, she put on the electronic collar and found the silent room where she was through the number plate on the door.

She was lying on the sofa, just turning over and exposing her head, not wanting to get up, "What's the matter?"

He squatted in front of her, his elbows resting on the armrests, his head resting on them, tilting his head to look at her, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his chest muscles, "I missed you."

"Yeah." He replied perfunctorily, "Anything else?"

Her eyes were narrowed, so she didn't see the man's gnashing of teeth. His palm pressed against the leather of the sofa, accidentally touching his calf. She squeaked, "Be gentle, my leg."

She frowned and looked over, full of blame, but the words she said only softened the other person's heart, "Don't touch me."

"You went to training camp?"

She nodded, and Ares said, "You can't do that. It will damage your muscles. Let me help you relax." She looked up. "Does it hurt?"

"It won't hurt, but it might be a little sore."

"Just bear with it." Okay, she turned over, lying on her side, facing the back of the chair. The black lion jumped off his shoulders, squatted on her chest, and began to lick her face. She reached out and held it down, "Be good."

"Ah, gentler!" Her right leg was lifted up and spread wide, and Ares's hands began to move. She couldn't help but moan. The force on his side was slightly lighter. It felt like he was kneading her calf like a canteen chef kneading dough. It was so painful that she couldn't help but shout, "Gentle more."

“It works better this way.”

Okay, okay, she endured it, her hand sinking into the lion's mist, her fingers sinking into it, and she grabbed it in her arms, but unfortunately the other party was able to stretch and change, not only did she not feel uncomfortable, but it stuck even tighter to her.

Ares held the slender white calf in his hands, and gradually felt distracted, but his hands did not stop moving. This was the truth. The better he relaxed, the better he would be able to cope with the next training.

The initial soreness and swelling were unbearable, but after the massage, she felt much better. She hummed with pleasure and decided to give a thumbs up to technician number one. Time passed by unknowingly.

"What time is it?"

When the man spoke, she suddenly realized that it was time to get off work. Karl should be waiting outside. She stretched her hand from under the black lion's neck and looked at the light brain. Sure enough, there was a person standing outside the door, and she didn't know how long he had been standing there.

"That's enough, Ares," she stopped him, "you should go."

The man gently put her calf down, put her feet together, and pressed her ankle with his thumb. "Do I have to go?"

His upper body leaned down, the cheerful expression he had maintained broke, and his voice was full of madness, "Why should I leave? Who can stay?"

Feeling the coldness coming from his lips, she closed her eyes and tried to push his chest, but she couldn't. Instead, it was regarded as a kind of interest. She felt embarrassed and irritable, "Let go, um——"

She swallowed the curse that followed, but felt something warm liquid falling on her face. She opened her mouth and stepped back, only to find that he was crying. Her expression was very complicated for a moment.

He was the one who forced the kiss on her, okay? Why was she crying? It was like she was bullying someone.

"Hey, don't cry," she stood up and tried to get a tissue, but someone grabbed her and hugged her, crying.

Xu Shanshan was helpless. You said this, this, this, a thousand words that condensed into one sentence: The White Tower is doomed. The sentries in the tower were all emotionally overwhelmed and seemed completely lacking in fighting spirit.

So she had to comfort him. When she stopped trying to leave, the hand on her waist loosened its grip and she turned sideways smoothly. Her left hand touched his right cheek, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"You don't want me, you only want him, right?"

Carl again...

She was really tired of answering this question. "Yes," she said, seeing the man stiffen, and she realized that she had said the wrong thing. "No, no, no, it's not."

She felt like she was surrounded by danger and was a little scared. "We've known each other longer, haven't we? Why are you all jealous of him? It was just an accident."

"Then can I have an accident?" At this point, the man stopped crying and his voice was no longer weak. His true intentions were revealed.

Xu Shanshan: "No."

She didn't want to cause herself more trouble, so seeing the other person's temper subside, she said something soothing, "But I can help you with some superficial relief, as long as it doesn't affect my work."

She turned her head towards the door. Someone was waiting outside. "Don't make things difficult for me, okay?" The other party didn't reply. She took a deep breath and pressed the button to open the door. "See you next time."

The blond man walked in, and the tears cooled on Ares' face. He didn't wipe them away. His expression was cold and hard, and there was no trace of hesitation in his eyes, like a dangerous iceberg.

He picked up the black lion, ignored its screams, scratched its arm with its claws, and dragged it out forcefully, nodding and saying, "I'm leaving."