Chapter 62 028 "Referee! I request a re-examination!" ...
"Relax a little."
In a pure white lounge, Wu Cisheng gently pressed the acupoints on Lucas' shoulders and neck.
Wu Cisheng originally thought that he wanted to help the sentry relax since he was about to go on stage, but he found that the more he pressed, the tighter the sentry's muscles became.
Especially the biceps and pectoral muscles of the arms, which are as hard as rocks. It is obvious that the owner of the body is secretly exerting force.
Wu Cisheng didn't waste any words with him. He placed his slightly cool fingertips on his temples, and his mental power slowly seeped into the sentry's mental picture like spider silk.
Normally, the sentry should be informed of the invasion scenario in advance to avoid triggering a defensive reaction from the sentry, but Wu Cisheng knew that the sentry in front of him was completely defenseless against him, so there was no need to go through so much trouble.
The moment his fingertips touched his skin, Lucas only felt the light and shadow changing in front of his eyes. When his vision returned, the lounge disappeared and he was now standing on a vast grassland.
A gentle breeze whipped through the tender green grass, swirling in waves. Dots of unknown wildflowers dotted the landscape, emitting bursts of sweet fragrance. In the distance, a clear stream meandered past, its water gurgling and shimmering in the setting sun.
So beautiful.
Wu Cisheng's voice rang out softly in this mental scene: "—Relax a little."
Ever since the list was announced, there has been a constant stream of negative comments. Wu Cisheng is well aware of this, as it is a clear psychological tactic of public opinion.
After all, Wen Ruofeng, the chief sentinel who was re-elected for six consecutive years, was himself a leader among the sentinels. Two of the sentinels who challenged him in the first three years died and one was seriously injured. It was precisely because of such a brilliant record that there were no challengers in the next three years.
And what about Lucas?
He was just an unknown outsider whose only notable features were his unusual height and his training camp results. So what? Competitions weren't about height.
Therefore, the vast majority of the onlookers do not think that Wu Lucas will win, and because of his unusual eye and hair color, there are even more people who hope that he will lose.
In addition, after Wen Ruofeng learned that he would have a new challenger, he posted some training videos on his personal account every day during the preparation period, suggesting that he was in good shape.
Seeing this, many netizens who were looking for fun went to Lucas's homepage, only to find that this newcomer had not posted any videos at all.
There is only one person on Lucas's follow list, and that is his bound guide Wu Cisheng. His homepage is mostly forwarding and collecting some food tutorials that the guide likes, or [Dating Tips] or some private content that only he can see.
After reading the whole article, there is no tension at all as should be expected from preparation for the competition, so more people say that he knows how to admit defeat.
Lucas himself was not affected much. As the binding guide who knew his pheromones best, Wu Cisheng naturally knew that he was not trying to be stubborn.
But after all, it was before the game, and it was a routine task for Wu Cisheng to sort out the scriptures for his bound sentinels.
"...take your time."
"Follow my breathing rate."
Lucas took a deep breath, listening to Wu Cisheng's instructions. His entire nasal cavity was suddenly filled with the fragrance of grass and flowers, and his tense nerves and muscles relaxed unconsciously in the process.
After an unknown amount of time, Lucas opened his eyes. The green world disappeared, and the familiar lounge reappeared before his eyes.
Just then, a series of entrance prompts sounded from outside. Lucas looked up and was met with a pair of calm and deep green eyes.
"How does it feel?"
“It’s never been better.”
After saying this, the red-haired sentry took another step forward, stretched out his long arms, and firmly embraced the person in front of him. He leaned down slightly and whispered softly in the latter's ear: "Look at me carefully.
*
The competition venue is sunken, with a transparent barrier separating the spectator seats from the competition venue, and there are cameras in all directions.
When the red-haired sentinel left the field, there wasn't as much booing as one might have expected.
This is normal. After all, many people have only seen Lucas's photos or heard that he is tall. This is the first time they have seen his height in person.
Lucas, who is over two meters tall, looks like a towering mountain just standing there. His back is thick and broad, and his muscle lines are faintly visible under his clothes. Every contour of his body shows absolute strength.
The black-haired sentinel opposite him had an equally powerful aura, but was a little shorter. The two sentinels stared at each other, neither of them spoke, but everyone could feel the invisible contest.
Before the game, both parties need to sign a waiver agreement and then listen to the referee announce the rules together.
The entire game process will be broadcast live on screens around the venue through high-definition cameras buzzing in the air.
However, this is not very useful. After all, most of the people present are aliens. Even without the help of those large screens, they can clearly see the situation in the center with their naked eyes.
As Lucas' binding guide, Wu Cisheng was in the front position and could see more clearly.
Since the start of the game, he not only carefully observed Lucas's condition, but also his opponent, while at the same time carefully paying attention to the brown-haired young man opposite him out of the corner of his eye.
The other party's identity can be guessed from the circle of masked sentries wearing uniforms around him. It is obvious that it is the current chief guide Wen Yan.
There are rumors that the two brothers have a good relationship, and it seems that the news is true.
There was nothing wrong with his coming, and Wu Cisheng didn't care about that. What he cared about was that the guide's expression didn't look good.
Across the entire venue, Wu Cisheng's gaze fell steadily on the young man, and then followed his gaze back to the center of the venue.
At this point, the game begins!
Lucas's spirit form, a wolf, instantly materialized, standing majestically beside him. It no longer had the swaying, dazed look it had in Wu Cisheng's hands. It bared its teeth, its dark green eyes flashing with a feral glint, and a deep growl emanated from its throat, as if to challenge its opponent. Across from him, Wen Ruofeng's spirit form was a lion, also holding its head high, its golden mane flowing in the wind. It was majestic, its roar shaking the air slightly and spreading outward.
According to past rules, both sides would reserve their strength and test each other in the first half of the game, but this time, Wen Ruofeng changed his style and launched a fierce offensive directly during the testing phase.
His mental power covered the entire venue like a surging tide, and the man and the lion worked closely together to pounce on Lucas.
The barrier blocked some of the impact, but the energy shock still made everyone's ears buzz.
Lucas on the field was obviously caught off guard. Under such a fierce attack, he took a step back and seemed to be at a disadvantage.
The audience suddenly exploded. Those in the front row couldn't help but stand up to see more clearly, while those in the back row stood on tiptoe.
"So fierce right from the start? Isn't that right?"
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"It's not going to end just as it's beginning, is it?"
People were whispering and discussing the situation. Not only the spectators, but Wu Cisheng also noticed something was amiss. During his preparations for the competition, he had thoroughly reviewed the sentry's profile, and this didn't suit his style.
Wen Ruofeng was clearly anxious. In previous duels, he had often focused on defense at first, excelling at neutralizing his opponent's attacks with nimble footwork and precise blocking, only unleashing his full force to crush him once he had worn down his opponent's strength.
But at this moment, he completely abandoned his past habits and took the initiative to attack from the beginning. He felt like he wanted to suppress his opponent in a short period of time and end the battle quickly.
As he thought about it, Wu Cisheng looked at the brown-haired guide opposite him, and his doubts suddenly grew stronger.
His brother was clearly gaining the upper hand, so shouldn't he be happy at this moment? But his frown not only didn't relax, but became even tighter than before.
strangeness…
Something just doesn't feel right...
Wu Cisheng continued to closely watch the changes on the field. Suddenly, he keenly sensed something, and he and Lucas on the field raised their hands almost at the same time.
"Referee! I request a re-examination!"
"Referee! I request a re-examination!"
*
Several days after the competition ended, keywords and posts related to the challenge were still pushed to the top of the hot posts again and again.
The game was full of twists and turns.
At first, as the current chief sentinel who had been re-elected for six consecutive years, Wen Ruofeng quickly gained the upper hand with an unprecedented proactive attack at the start. Just when the spectators thought the game was going to end without any suspense, voices rang out simultaneously from outside and inside the field, demanding a re-refereeing and re-examination.
At that time, many people secretly speculated that it must be the foreign sentry Lucas who saw that he was about to lose, so he wanted to find an excuse to save face.
When the test results came out, the scene fell silent. Wen Ruofeng actually cheated!
Not only had he taken illegal drugs not yet commercially available, but even the test results he had submitted were falsified. Even more shocking, staff found a needle containing a neurotoxin in his training uniform. The needle was so thin it was invisible to the naked eye, but once it came into contact with the sentry's body, it would gradually weaken him, making it impossible to prevent.
After the interview announced the result, the situation got out of control for a while. Many spectators outside felt that they had been seriously deceived. Various noisy noises were heard one after another, and some people angrily threw objects into the field to vent their dissatisfaction.
When the situation escalated to this point, many viewers thought that the farce should end here. However, after talking for a while, the two sentries in the middle of the field actually chose to continue the game!
The fights between guides were mostly a comparison of mental control, while the fights between two sentinels were almost all fist-to-flesh combat.
After starting over again, it was obvious that Wen Ruofeng, the black-haired sentinel who had previously held the upper hand, had significantly slowed down his movements and reactions. He was no longer in the same state as before, but was like a completely different person.
On the other hand, Lucas has a clear advantage. After all, he is younger and has considerable advantages in height, body shape and even strength.
In the second half of the game, anyone could tell who won and who lost. The magnified screens around him clearly showed that Lucas was a little hesitant, but Wen Ruofeng refused to admit defeat, so Lucas couldn't stop.
This is how the competition between sentinels works. There can only be one chief position, and you either surrender or die.
The ending is even more unexpected.
As the black-haired sentry staggered, his face covered in blood, and he seemed unconscious but still maintained an attacking posture, a brown-haired young man in the audience suddenly ignored the obstruction of the guards around him, crossed the isolation facilities and broke into the field.
"Stop fighting! I admit defeat for him!" He stretched out his arms to block the sentry, his eyes red as he shouted at the top of his lungs. As he spoke, he turned around and wiped the blood off the sentry's face, and spoke to the unconscious sentry, "I'm sorry, brother, it's enough, it's enough..."
The brown-haired young man who suddenly broke into the competition venue was the current chief guide and the sentry's younger brother.
He then bowed deeply to the angry audience outside the stadium and took the initiative to admit that his brother had actually been injured a long time ago and should have reported his retirement, but because of him, this had been concealed.
He said it was all to give him a more impressive resume, so his brother had been overloading himself with tasks over and over again over the years. This was undoubtedly a huge drain on his body. He knew he would lose, but he still wanted to continue protecting his brother, so he came up with this idea...
The huge venue was completely silent. The only sounds were the brown-haired guide's sincere apology and the black-haired sentry, who was already completely unconscious, mumbling "come again".
In short, no matter what happened in the middle, the result was indeed beyond everyone's expectations, Lucas won.
Perhaps because the victory was so easy, the results sparked a wave of dissatisfaction among the sentries. As a result, on the evening of the competition, he received a total of double-digit challenge applications.
He should be the one who received the most challenges among all the chief sentinels in the past. According to the rules, he could make appointments at different times for each challenge, but he chose the same day.
That is, on the second day after he became the chief sentinel, his challenge began.
Lucas does not have any rich fighting techniques and skills, nor is he agile and fast. He is a pure power type, using simple and direct attack methods to crush his opponents with his strength advantage.
After one match after another, the other sentries who were exhausted and out of breath found that the challenged ones were not even breathing. By the tenth match, the number of sentries still queuing up to apply for the challenge decreased one by one.
Just like that, the voices questioning Lucas disappeared, and the Alien Management Committee even specially sent a number of reporters to conduct special interviews the next day.
The replacement process is still in progress. It won’t be long before Lucas is assigned an apartment, and the amounts of various subsidies will be adjusted next month.
*
The study was dead silent, with only the faint hum of the air conditioner, like a monotonous note played in the silence.
Wu Cisheng sat at his desk with a pair of thin-framed glasses on his nose. His slender fingers jumped lightly on the keyboard, making rhythmic tapping sounds.
On the computer screen was the final version of the internship summary that had been revised countless times. While he was reviewing it, he was also making the final revisions.
"Why are you still watching?"
When the sentry in a gray tight vest came in with a plate of cut fruit, he found that Wu Cisheng was still staring at the computer, his movements were exactly the same as half an hour ago!
He put down the fruit plate and took the initiative to cover the guide's eyes: "No, you really want to stay up all night, your eyes also need rest."
"No, it's over."
As Wu Cisheng spoke, warm air blew onto Lucas's palm, seeping into his skin.
"Then forget it. You've seen it so many times anyway, you've already prepared for it, right?" Lucas paused, imitating what Wu Cisheng had said on the day of his competition. "Relax, relax a little, don't be so nervous, you can definitely do it tomorrow!"
Wu Cisheng laughed out loud, and the blink of his long eyelashes brought a slight itch to the sentry's palm. He felt the itch spread all the way from his palm to his eyes and under his skin.
Why are his eyelashes so long?
Want to kiss.
He couldn't remember exactly how they kissed, but by the time Lucas realized what was happening, they were already kissing each other.
He forgot to think, and didn't want to think about why his fever period hadn't come, but his brain was still dizzy, and he just instinctively wanted to hug him tighter and tighter.
He watched the sweat dripping from his forehead, lowered his head, and kissed him repeatedly, from his brow to the tip of his nose. What was his next move? Before his brain could answer, his body reacted first...
Wu Cisheng lowered his eyelids. The red-haired sentry in his sight had a very good figure, with distinct bulging muscles. His latissimus dorsi was like a pair of wings of an eagle about to take off. Every inch of his muscle seemed to contain a sense of power, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
This man clearly had the strength to crush him in an instant, but he exposed his softest abdomen to him, and the surging pheromones were filled with attachment to him.
He trusted himself too much, even though he knew that if he wanted to, if he wanted to, he could even let himself die in extreme pain or happiness.
But when those blue eyes looked up at him, they were still sincere and hot, so much so that Wu Cisheng, who thought he had no warmth, was unconsciously infected with the same warmth.
In a trance, Wu Cisheng stared at the two intimate figures on the wall, and he carefully observed the silhouette of one of them that looked familiar...
Is his lip curled up?
When did it happen?
...forgot
*
In a dim, quiet and warm bedroom, two men were leaning against each other intimately on a slightly wrinkled bed sheet.
"I'll be there in a minute," a taller, darker-skinned man said in a negotiating tone, "I want to hold you for a while longer...is that okay?"
The fair-skinned young man slightly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyelids. He spoke softly, and his tone was not serious: "No, go wash it off. It's not good to leave it in..."
“But I think it’s pretty good…”
Although he said this, the wheat-skinned young man still moved immediately. However, when he got up from the bed, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss him on the lips.
The sinking feeling at the edge of the bed suddenly eased, but the young man on the bed still did not open his eyes. He closed his eyes and listened to every tiny sound in the room.
There was the hum of the air conditioner, the ticking of the wall clock, the splashing of water in the bathroom, and a vague male voice mixed in.
"I'm telling you, Cisheng, I know why I like kissing you so much. The forum said it's a physiological liking..."
"I think the first thing to be installed in the new apartment must be a bathtub, the kind that can fit both of us..."
"How about I wear that new uniform tomorrow? I've been waiting for this custom-made suit for a long time..."
“…”
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