Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Foster Father
Outside the base, Anyou and Scotland walked in the sunshine.
An You was dissatisfied, feeling that she hadn't performed well just now, "Why is Gin so crazy? It's really infuriating."
Scotland: "He's got that kind of personality. He's pretty arrogant, so there's nothing we can do about it. We should try to avoid provoking him in the future."
The setting sun shone quietly on the two of them, An You walked beside him, and Scotland held his shoulders.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't protect you well. I let you get bullied."
"Bullying, I wasn't bullied."
Scotland: "But you just now."
An You: "Hey, Brother Gin was disgusted with my answers, so I had a big fight with him, and I won in the end."
An You: "That's not a problem at all. It's Scotland who's the one worrying too much."
Scotland stared at the radiant profile, feeling guilty deep down. Even at this time, An You was still comforting herself.
He had long heard of Gin's vicious reputation and knew that he was a cold-blooded and ruthless person who would do anything to achieve his goal. How could he let Anyou go so easily?
An You was frightened so much, but I was not by her side.
After returning to the safe house, the sun set and Scotland took the bedding back from the balcony. After a few days of drying in the sun, the quilt had become dry and soft.
Scotland carried the quilt into the guest room. An You saw him making the bed and immediately called out, "Scotland, I'm going to sleep next door tonight."
Scotland was stunned: "You're not living with me anymore?"
An You: "It's a bit uncomfortable for two people to share a bed. I want to sleep in my own room."
Scotland pressed on, "Is it because it's crowded?"
There was a hint of loss in the voice.
She soon realized her mistake and thought that he shouldn't have done that, so she tried to hold him tightly.
An You: "Not really, it's just, uh, well, it feels weird for two boys to sleep together so often."
Out of his sight, Scotland pursed his lips.
It had only been a few days and An You had already started to become independent and didn't plan to stay with him.
An You didn't notice Scotland's movements, and seeing that he didn't say anything, she thought he agreed.
Scotland had no missions, and he was bored along with them.
Now he could only lie on the table and start thinking about his review report.
He bit the tip of the pen and couldn't write a single word for a long time. At this time, he couldn't help but feel melancholy. He really didn't have much ink in his stomach. His Chinese grades were average. It was harder to get him to write a self-apology than to play games.
As soon as Scotland came out, he saw An You with her back to him, leaning over the table and writing something that sounded very restless.
He did not go out immediately, but leaned against the door and observed the movement.
Eight hundred small movements a minute.
He bit the pen and thought for a moment, then wrote a word before pausing again. He ran to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of beer he had picked out at the supermarket a few days ago.
Scotland didn't stop him from drinking, as it was low-alcohol alcohol and wouldn't cause any harm.
After An You got the beer, he took a big gulp and looked very aggressive and energetic, but when he picked up the pen, he forgot the words.
He was quiet for a while, stroking the hair on his forehead. After a long time, his hair stood up.
Scotland was not concentrating on writing, shaking his head, looking at his slacking posture.
Even if you write until tomorrow morning, you may not succeed.
After thinking for a long time, he didn't say a single word.
After finishing the last sip of beer, An You slammed the table and cursed, "Gin, your uncle."
It was a truly pure and spontaneous statement. After Scotland finished laughing, he said, "Well, are you having any problems?"
An You tilted his head slightly, and Scotland supported the chair with one hand and stood behind him.
He did not shy away from letting Scotland see the few lines he wrote.
An You: "I couldn't write a self-criticism, but that was when I was in high school. Writing self-criticisms has always been my weakness."
Sugra: "That's because you don't know the routine."
"Are there any tricks?"
"Generally speaking, most documents follow a certain pattern. Do you need me to help you write it?"
An You: "I need it, I need it so much, Scotland, I know you are the best."
"Scotland, please take a seat. I'll just stand."
An You dropped the pen in her hand and made a gesture of invitation. Her attitude was so respectful that she almost bowed to him. Her whole body expressed happiness.
Scotland pulled out a chair and sat down, taking his place and looking at the review report. The only problem between the two of them was the handwriting, which was completely different.
An You's handwriting is obviously a bit sloppy and the layout is also random. I don't know where it goes.
In order to avoid being exposed later, I still write according to Anyou's font. This is my first time imitating Scotland, and I feel it is quite difficult.
He thought for a while and started writing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw An You running out again. Looking at the direction, it seemed to be the refrigerator.
Scotland didn't even look up. "Well, even though it's beer, you still have to drink less. It's very harmful to your spleen and stomach. And once you become addicted, it's hard to quit."
"OK OK."
An You took out a can of beer and a plate of cherries and pushed them next to him. "This is delicious."
Scotland looked at him, and his memory went back to that evening when An You was lying on his back, rubbing against him stickyly, eating a cherry at a time when he was fed, and wouldn't know how to eat unless he was fed.
Of course he knew that An You liked this, and he had specially prepared it in the refrigerator. It just depended on when he would discover it.
Scotland wrote very quickly, and An You applauded. "Amazing! You've written so much in such a short time. Chinese teacher, take a look! This is your favorite excellent student. PE teacher, please stop."
Blowing rainbow farts.
Scotland's phone beeped twice, indicating an incoming text message. The phone was very close to him, so An You naturally saw the message.
"I heard that you've been getting along well with a little guy lately. He's said to be the future leader of the organization? - Rum."
An You read it out naturally. "Little guy, you're talking about me? Who is this?"
Scotland's expression changed. "Rum is a high-ranking member of the organization and is considered my superior."
An You: "Is he very powerful?"
Scotland nodded. "He holds more power than Gin. He's more like the lord's will than a manager, responsible for monitoring the other departments."
An You nodded. It turned out that it was someone closer to the center of power.
Scotland picked up his phone and edited a paragraph, then found it inappropriate, deleted and revised it, and finally it became, "temporary supervision."
An You's eyes widened: "Ah, why are you talking so strangely?"
Scotland: "He's never even met you, but he knew about your existence so quickly. That means someone tipped him off. And judging by the way he teased you just now, he probably thinks of you as an imaginary enemy."
An You was shocked: "No, you're treating me as an imaginary enemy. I haven't even met him."
Scotland: "Fear comes from what you haven't seen. He's suspicious, thinking a new leader will emerge and compete with him. To stop this, he'll usually do whatever it takes."
Not long after the message was sent, another message came back from the other end, "Oh? Supervisor, have you found any problems?"
Scotland: "He's a student. He's never seen a hunt before. He's currently accompanying me on a mission."
Rum: "Playing with things and losing one's ambition? Fine, then take him with you and let him feel the cruelty of darkness."
Scotland: "Roger that."
An You: "Why should we tell him that we are going on a mission together?"
Scotland: "He's bound to find out sooner or later. If he hears it from someone else, it'll be considered a private friendship between us. Leaders are suspicious, and I'm worried he'll cause trouble for you. But if he knows the information in advance, he'll think he has the initiative."
An You nodded, he seemed to understand. This was just like the ancient emperors, who were always afraid that their ministers would form cliques and work together to seek his interests.
They get nervous at the slightest sign of trouble. Their desire for control and spying is terrifyingly strong.
Scotland does not hide itself, probably out of trust. After all, brothers are always closer than those lousy leaders.
An You was very relieved by his trust.
He had only been here for a short time when he was already being targeted. Fortunately, Scotland had helped him conceal his strength in advance.
But this is tolerable. An NPC is riding on his forehead. What does he want to do?
He is a great young master. "How dare this Zhongdeng meddle in my business? Wait, I will give him a lesson."
He then dialed the number of the Karasuma NPC, "Hey, Lao Deng, I want to file a complaint against a certain member of the organization, someone named Rum or something. He's been idle all day, trying to find out about me and causing me trouble. I want him to be exiled to the frontier immediately. Get the hell out of here."
There was laughter on the other end of the phone. "Okay, okay, I'll do as you say."
Not long after, he received a strange call. After An You picked up the phone, he heard an uncle's voice, "Master?"
An You: “…Who are you?”
The other party said: "I am Rum, the young master. I just made a slip of the tongue. It was my fault for not recognizing the great man. I spoke wildly and offended the young master. I hope the young master will give me a chance to reform."
An You was furious and said angrily, "You said you wanted to change, so I'll dock your salary for a whole year. I'll teach you what it means to be a new official and what it means to accidentally offend the royal family!!"
The person on the other side visibly swallowed and said, "Yes, yes, yes."
After resolving the farce, An You turned around and saw Scotland with a helpless look on his face. He guessed that he was worried about being retaliated against, but whoever dared to retaliate against the player would be dealt with by the player Gatling.
"Don't worry, Scotland. Little Rum dares to show off his skills in front of me. Next time he dares to use his power, tell me and I will stand up for you. But Scotland, you really treat me as a brother. If there is any problem, you really have to help me."
Scotland was helpless: "Can we not be brothers?"
An You: "If not brothers, then what are we?"
Scotland pondered, "Something more intimate."
An You: "Then, godfather, please accept my greeting?"
Scotland's pupils dilated, his face filled with horror.
When I heard this, I was eating a fresh cherry and almost choked.
"Cough cough cough."
Scotland covered his mouth and nose and gasped for breath.
A pair of blue eyes looked at An You, and his voice was gentle and soft, "What are you thinking about? How can I be your father?"
An You: "Hey, don't you have this habit? My roommates all call me that. Sometimes he calls me godfather, and sometimes I call him my rebellious son."
Scotland had never heard of such a way of getting along, but he had grasped the point accurately.
In An You's heart, you and we are in the same camp as him.
Why separate him out and include another person in your territory and treat him as the most trustworthy person?
Is it because I am not that important?
Scotland: "You have a good relationship."
An You sat down and said, "Of course, how can we be roommates if we don't have a good relationship? He's very loyal. He often brings me lunch and helps me sign in for class."
Scotland: "Will you sleep with him too?"
An You thought for a while and said, "Yes, I dare not sleep alone after watching a horror movie."
Scotland lowered his eyes, "I understand."
An You: "I understand now. Scotland, why are you acting so weird today?"
Scotland stood up and left the living room, "Nothing."
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